Goblin: I was contacted by a certain “KR
Org” yesterday. They were the ones who took down the Patreon page, the discord channel, and probably will take down the BMC page in the future as well. That’s why effective imdiately, I will be cancelling and removing all the KR projects on Goblinslate. I should’ve done it a lot sooner, but I was being greedy, and greed is not a good thing. Fair to say that I deserved it.
Now, as for what I am going to do. I am going to go back to the basics, I will be sticking with CN s (that is not from Q!dan) from now on. There will hopefully be a redesign of the site in a month. There will be another Patreon and BMC (if they take it down) page soon as well. Thank you for the support!
This is the link to the the new Discord Server.
“Han Qianye” held her hand and smiled slightly. “Have you missed
all these years?”
“Yes!” Daiqisi nodded hurriedly, her voice choked with emotion. “I’ve missed you constantly.”
“When did you miss
the most?” A hint of a playful smile appeared at the corner of “Han Qianye’s” mouth.
Daiqisi blushed, seemingly thinking of sothing, and whispered, “In the still of the night.”
“You’ve suffered all these years.” “Han Qianye” opened his arms.
Daiqisi hesitated for a mont, then stepped forward and accepted his embrace.
“Qianye, after you left, I lost all appetite and could think of nothing else. If it weren’t for needing to investigate that Western Regions monk who hard you back then, I would have gone to join you long ago.” Tears welled up in Daiqisi’s eyes, quickly dampening the clothes on his chest.
“Don’t say such foolish things. You must live well,” “Han Qianye” said tenderly, str0king her smooth hair as he comforted her. “The more wonderful your life is, the happier I will be.”
“Really?” Daiqisi looked up at him dazedly.
“Of course, it’s true,” “Han Qianye” replied with a smile.
Daiqisi bit her lip but ultimately shook her head. “But without you, how could I possibly live a wonderful life?”
“Didn’t I co to be with you now?” “Han Qianye” lifted her chin with his finger and slowly leaned in to ki$$ her.
As his lips drew nearer, Daiqisi’s eyelashes fluttered incessantly, a clear sign of the intense struggle within her.
With her intelligence, how could she not know that the “husband” before her was actually Song Qingshu in disguise?
But Song Qingshu’s impersonation was utterly flawless, as if he were carved from the sa mold as Han Qianye, creating a disorienting sense of ti and space, making it feel as if her husband truly stood before her.
She had lived alone all these years, lonely and helpless, her longing for her husband growing with each passing year. So, even though she knew the man before her was an imposter, she was unwilling to expose him, wishing only to see her husband a little while longer.
But Song Qingshu was clearly no virtuous gentleman who could remain unmoved by a w0man in his lap.
Should she just let him take This way, she blocked his line of sight.
Song Qingshu was amused by her ostrich-like behavior. “The Madam throws herself into my arms of her own accord. Don’t say later that I forced you.”
Daiqisi was burning with sha and anxiety, but at this point, she had no other recourse. Just as she was at a loss, she suddenly felt a lightness at her w@ist—her belt had been stealthily lo0sened by him.
With a gasp of surprise, she hurriedly moved her hands to bl0ck, but it was too late.
Song Qingshu pulled her purple dre$s all the way d0wn until it pooled around her ankles, revealing long, sleek, jade-like legs.
“You truly are a ba$tard!” Daiqisi’s cheeks were flushed like rouge. She wished she could sink her teeth fiercely into the man atop her.
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