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!

    It was silent in the ward, as if there was no one in the room.


  Su Fan did not know what Luo Yangyang was thinking. They were looking at the same sky. He looked at it and suddenly felt pain. His face hurt, especially his left cheek.


  Su Fan raised his left hand and touched the left side of his face. When his fingers touched the skin on his face, it felt like his festering skin had been pricked by a needle. It was a burning pain.


  Feng Sheng's punch was really vicious. His face would probably only be able to see the world after a week.


  His face was swollen. Under normal circumstances, Su Fan would definitely use an ice pack to reduce the swelling.


  However, he did not want to leave Luo Yangyang at all.


  Su Fan tilted his head and stopped looking at the night sky outside the window. His gaze fell on Luo Yangyang's face, staring at her fair and tender side profile. He just stood there and watched.


  For a long time, the two of them maintained the same movement.


Let Me Take You Away!