Volume 1, Chapter 127: Call Her Madam from Now On
"Feng Yizhou, why didn't you tell me you had done so much?" Li Ruochu raised her tear-stained face, her eyes swollen and red, while tears rolled down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.
Ying Feiwu was taken aback by the sight of Yang Huaiping, who wore an expression of rigorous academic devotion, his book never leaving his hands.
Xuan Lin lay lazily in my arms and said, "I don't know, I just want to sleep a little longer." As she spoke, she nuzzled against my chest and fell silent, and before long, the sound of her snoring drifted through the air.
In the past, Yue Lan would have felt a sting of resentment upon hearing such words.
It was just like the Water Qilin of the Qingyun Sect, or the demonic Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, the Black Water Black Snake, and other primordial beasts.
Hailey shifted her posture, crossed her legs, and folded her hands over her knees. Sean recognized this as the standard pose of the elite when they are "deep in conversation," so he leaned in to listen, silently cheering himself on in his heart.
Before she had taken two steps, and while Yang Meng had yet to recover from the hug she had received from Doraemon, a large tiger walked over and gave her a hug as well.
As Yang Yu's erratic footwork became increasingly mystical, Li Chentao's eyes brightened; having practiced Tai Chi for so many years, he could naturally perceive the profound mysteries behind the phantom fists Yang Yu was throwing.
The long night was like water, casting its light upon the desolate graves. In stark contrast lay the bustle on the other side, where brilliant lights and roaring crowds signaled that the college students had begun their nightly revelry. Here, amidst the decadence and the waste of life, they sought pleasure, sang boisterously, and drank; everything here was nothing more than a squandering of youth.
Yang Huaiping sat in the black swivel chair in front of his computer, lit a cigarette, and began to read the book on puppetry.
Ye Wudao's hands trembled almost imperceptibly, though his breathing remained steady, and the sinister softness in his eyes grew more intense.
Duan Hequan's hand, which had been holding the script, suddenly went limp; the script fell to the floor with a clatter, the sound piercing into Zheng Hairi’s mind.
Looking down, a sea of cars was parked there, quiet and still, free from annoying noise or foul exhaust.
"Hello." Long Zhiyan gave a light handshake, feeling no particular affinity for the man; he held the utmost disdain for anyone who referred to music as a mere "game."
"There is only one reason for my visit to the Kong family today." Ye Wudao slowly drew his sharp military knife, its glint making Kong Yun tremble involuntarily.
Turning to run a dozen meters away, her body suddenly stiffened, and she came to a halt against her will. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the young man leaning against a willow tree, puffing on a cigarette.
Yan Qingwu nestled in Ye Wudao’s arms, panting softly. Feeling his hands teasing her lewdly, she grasped the wandering, mischievous hands with a resentful look in her eyes; taking this first step had already been the limit of her concessions.
Merlin did not know where Lin Lei’s optimism came from. Hearing his words, he realized Lin Lei was determined to go through with it, and could only offer a bitter, solitary smile.
The topic Xiang Ru had thrown out was too heavy; those who were already afraid to speak now lowered their heads so forcefully they wished they could bury them between their own knees.
As soon as the rain stopped this morning, Daniu brought his men to the county office. Although there had been flash floods in some places along the way, the road to the county seat remained miraculously intact. They hurried and hurried, finally arriving in the afternoon.
It was just as he had expected. Having seen through his opponent, He Ming became even more relaxed, even managing to ignore the other man’s presence while carrying out his own attacks and "passing the ball."