Deyonna

Watching the car drive out of the courtyard, Larry took the opportunity to slip into the clinic. He chuckled and asked Old Man Xu: "Hey, Mr. Xu, has Officer Yuan Ye's exile order been lifted?" The reason Larry knew about the exile order was that he had come to the clinic that day to get medicine and had squeezed the information out of Old Man Xu's youngest apprentice. "You're really... If you had mentioned how capable he was when I asked him to cover my brother's shift back then, I would have had a good chat with him." Larry felt very vexed when he thought about his bad attitude toward Yuan Ye at that time, so these days he just wandered outside but didn't dare come in. "Hey, is he...?" "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask! Your loose tongue will inevitably rot and fall off one day!" Old Man Xu's tone was very cold. Larry touched his nose, feeling embarrassed, and muttered resentfully to himself as he walked away. At ...

Translator: Deyonna Tip me So, following that, Ye Yunfan reached out his little tentacles without any psychological burden. They affectionately wrapped around Yuan Ye's fingertips, then skillfully and quickly climbed into the young man's palm. The little octopus squinted noticeably, showing a happy expression. After all, nestling in a palm was far more comfortable than lying on a hard shoulder. Yuan Ye's tightly pursed lips formed a silent curve of delight as he raised the "little jellyfish" to eye level, carefully observing its current state. The pink little body showed no signs of anything unusual: no wounds, no signs of discomfort. Yuan Ye confirmed that the little fellow was in excellent spirits, as lively and healthy as ever. Finally, he breathed a silent sigh of relief. Before, this "little jellyfish" had been following him around, running here and there, making a fuss, and refusing to sleep at night, as if ...

Translator: Deyonna Tip me Ye Yunfan carefully walked around the house and noticed that all the small furniture was exquisitely crafted. However, considering that this was made for a baby octopus to live in, some things seemed quite strange. For example, instead of sleeping on a bed, he slept in a big, snow-white seashell. Ye Yunfan had only ever heard of mermaid princesses sleeping inside big seashells. Now, finding himself sleeping inside one, he couldn't help feeling a bit unused to it. [Jar!] [Jar! Jar is still beautiful!] [Jar is the most beautiful!] The little tentacles appeared one after another, as if still recalling what had happened last night, with a hint of complaint in their tone. [Cannot push jar jar again!] [Cannot, cannot!] "Okay, okay…" Ye Yunfan felt he didn't need to argue with a group of intellectually insufficient little tentacles over such a matter. And besides, last night was a special situation. Now that...

Translator: Deyonna Tip me Tap. There was a subtle sound of a light tap on the toe. Yuan Ye finally opened his eyes, and at the same time, a glass candy jar that Ye Yunfan knew very well appeared in his line of sight. "Perhaps this one will make you feel a bit better." Ye Yunfan heard a voice. He felt a faint sense of familiarity, but after going carefully through the people he knew, he couldn't match the voice to anyone. He tried to recognize it again, but the sense of familiarity had vanished, replaced by something extremely unfamiliar. Or perhaps the familiarity did not come from himself, but from Yuan Ye. After all, this was Yuan Ye's memory. Ye Yunfan followed Yuan Ye's gaze and looked up at the person's face. But probably because of a memory gap, the figure and features of the other person appeared blank. The panic-stricken young man hesitated for a long time before finally reaching out and slowly grabbing the bea...

Translator: Deyonna Tip me Turning back time five minutes— Yuan Ye held a small candy jar in his left hand, covered his mouth with his right hand, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door. Click. The small, beautiful glass jar was placed on the nearby shelf. Yuan Ye splashed water from the basin onto his face, barely suppressing the scorching heat in his cheeks. The excess water wet the ends of his hair, ran down, and seeped into the collar at his neck. The feeling of wet clothes sticking to his body was really uncomfortable, especially at the front of his chest, which was not only wet but somewhat sticky. It always reminded Yuan Ye of the tentacle that had been moving around in his mouth just now. Slump— The wrinkled shirt was taken off and thrown to the ground. Yuan Ye rinsed his mouth several times to get rid of the sweet, greasy taste of the syrup. But this seemed only a temporary fix. The taste had faded considerably, but the sensation...