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

He unleashed her hair band and stripped off his clothes.


Yi Chen wrapped himself only in a scarf (limited edition grape pattern), covering his neck and mouth and nose as he submerged his body into the bathtub.


Principal Desline still maintained the same position, lying on the outside of the bathtub. One of her hands rested on the bottom of the tub, releasing Star Particles through her skin, slowly increasing the concentration of the bathwater to a limit. It was considered an 'Equal Exchange' for the massage.


this was an equivalence that Principal Desline personally acknowledged,


these Star Particles from the Old World were beyond valuable. If collected in a substantial quantity and shaped into Star Fragments, they could even fetch a good price with the Duke.


While the concentration in the water had not yet reached the standard, Yi Chen didn't hesitate to strike up a conversation again with the Principal, picking up the topic from where they left off.


Chapter 387: Hyperchylomicronemia