Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

Yi Chen slept straight through to noon the next day.


By the time he awoke, Jin was no longer by his side; only a note was left on the door – "I am handling some matters."


"Is it because the meat-making was a success, and she's gone to gather more imitation meat today? I slept so soundly, not dreaming really is wonderful…"


However, no sooner had Yi Chen spoken these words than he felt something was off.


Because he realized that at this particular time, he must not judge whether he was dreaming based on his feelings alone; verification was necessary. He quickly contacted Yellow Skin in the clothing area to confirm the contract connection between them before he could relax.


As he walked down from the apartment building, the odd sensation from the day before, such as the glimpse of someone smiling in his peripheral vision, had completely dissipated, and everything returned to normal.


After casually dining at a restaurant for breakfast,


Chapter 282: Private Meeting