Yang Yang Yang

Tang Hao was an honest man making an honest living, but despite all his honesty and kindness, life often looked the other way. Even when he stood up for a man in the streets, he ended up being beaten to a pulp and the man he stood up for? He disappeared. That left Tang Hao with nothing to prove and a hefty medical bill blowing through his savings. However, while he lay unconscious in the hospital, he could feel a warmth coming from the jade pendent he wore as it began to feed him with a trove of priceless information. Now discharged, and still armed with the same naivety and honesty, what will our village peasant do with this newfound power? Will he go on to conquer the hearts of a hundred women? Will he defeat the mightiest crime lords? Only time will tell, but for now, fate has many whimsical plans for Tang Hao.

Sir President, Your Stamina is Amazing!

    "I was wrong, okay? Don't be angry." Luo Yangyang raised her hand and grabbed Feng Sheng's high-quality tie, shaking it gently.


  Luo Yangyang pouted. Seeing that coquettishness did not work, she had no choice but to use her ultimate move.


  The hand that was holding the tie pulled hard. When she pulled Feng Sheng's head down, she stood on her tiptotoes and moved closer to his face.


  Feng Sheng had tried to pry open his mouth without saying anything, and she knew how to do the same.


  Feng Sheng was uncharacteristically unmoved by Luo Yangyang's kiss.


  She kissed all of them, but there was still no movement from Feng Sheng. Luo Yangyang's left eye was closed, and her right eye opened slightly.


  In that instant, Feng Sheng's cold, unfathomable gaze landed on her without warning.


  Luo Yangyang closed her right eye out of reflex. Her eyes were tightly shut, not even a crack could be seen.


I'm Not Satisfied With Your Bad Kissing Skills