122 Maintaining Distance

Gu Shihuan took a deep breath. "Watch your words."

The next moment, Gu Siyuan grabbed her shoulders tightly. "Tell me!"

Gu Shihuan struggled, trying to break free from his grip.

"Gu Siyuan! I’m your sister!"

A smile curled at the corner of Gu Siyuan’s lips. "Sister? We have no blood relation. How can you be my sister?"

"Are you going to lose your mind in front of me today?" Gu Shihuan gave up struggling, her gaze cold and direct as it met his eyes.

Gu Siyuan’s heart chilled for a moment, yet his hands on her shoulders did not loosen.

Between them, that unspoken barrier had never truly been broken.

But now, Gu Siyuan’s attitude left no room for compromise.

My face grew awkward as I tried to explain, "Sister, what nonsense are you talking about? I have nothing to do with Gao Simeng. Meeting her was just about the endorsement."

Under Jiang Yuan’s tall figure descending the stairs, Zhao Fanghua bit her lip, unwilling to slam the door loudly. Xu Mingchuan muttered, "Serves you right," then turned and walked back to his room.

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A subtle fragrance intoxicated Cheng Yitian, only to be shattered by a harrowing, agonized cry that dragged him back to reality.

My courtyard is a paradise where the breeze carries dreams, but just beyond the yard lies a web woven by reality, filled with restless, eager desires.

If it’s Yunsong, seeing that the young master never appeared, she would surely come looking for the two of us. And perhaps it was truly her, which is why Hua Shuqing was taken by the people of Sangyue.

In the Crescent Moon world, age cannot be judged by appearances; several hundred years are not uncommon here.

About fifteen minutes later, Chen Yi’s car and Qin Miao’s car arrived one after the other. After parking on the clearing, I saw Qin Miao get out first, carrying a large cake from the trunk, followed by Chen Yi with a gift box in hand.

"South Alley Breeze, I still have tasks to complete. You all go on without me," I said kindly to South Alley Breeze.

He Zhen was not surprised by the scene; instead, a slight smile appeared on his lips. Clearly, Han Lang’s growth was well within his expectations.

As the two fought now, the odds were in his favor, and he aimed to crush Han Lang psychologically, leaving him no chance at all.

"Troublesome headache again?" The gentle young woman asked as she skillfully prepared medicine from the back lounge.

Not only was the tree barrier destroyed, but half of the forest’s edge had turned to ruins.

Seeing Lin Yi’s expression, He Fei roughly understood her thoughts and quickly changed the subject. "Let’s not talk about that now; tell me about the situation with Feixun."

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In another’s shoes, under such circumstances, they would have been terrified, their breathing and heartbeat thrown off rhythm. Luo Lie’s calmness in the face of danger proved crucial. With a short blade, he severed the long tongue mid-length; blue blood mist spread like smoke in the water.

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