They’re holding hands, they’re holding hands!

“Is your stomach starting to hurt?” Jiang Zeyu brought over a cup of brown sugar ginger tea and sat down beside her.

Qu Wan hugged a pillow, nodding weakly in response. “It hurts a lot.”

Jiang Zeyu stroked the cup thoughtfully before speaking. “You should maintain this level of acting in front of the camera from now on.”

Even though her act had been seen through, Qu Wan was not the least bit flustered.

“It really does hurt,” she said, burrowing into his embrace.

She was quite skilled at being shameless.

“Careful with the cup.”

Qu Wan successfully wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning over to take a small sip of the sweet ginger tea. “It’s hot.”

Jiang Zeyu tasted some as well. “Drink it while it’s warm; that’s when it works.”

From a distance, they caught sight of a figure speeding toward them. Behind that person, a sea of green stretched out, like a world all its own.

I couldn’t bother tending to the wound on my foot, but it hurt so much! The pain made it impossible to walk. I yanked out the shard and flung it aside; the vivid red blood on it stung my eyes.

Even more astonishing to Xin Yan was that here, vegetables cost more than meat—a pound of chili peppers went for a dozen or twenty yuan, while meat cost just a few.

As Prince Goujian racked his brains over the game of liubo, many things were quietly brewing both within and beyond Yue. Some of these matters were aimed squarely at Goujian, though he remained utterly unaware.

Just as I was lost in thought, a shout rang out. Qibu soared into the sky under a barrage of rebukes, white clouds curling around his feet, flickers of fire dancing, as if he wore twin wheels of wind and flame.

Without another word to them, I got to my feet and headed outside. The air in here was suffocating; I couldn’t bear to stay a moment longer.

When the prince learned to bathe himself, she never saw that thing again. Until tonight—he pulled her forcibly into his arms, and that thing seemed to have grown larger, hard and insistent against her, stirring a strange new sensation within her.

Deng Hua and Deng Hu both mounted the donkey, while Ye Yong pulled its ears. The three of them rode after Master Zhong, following the red dot marked on the beast hide. In the blink of an eye, the donkey covered a hundred li and they arrived at their destination.

It turned out that the one who had attacked Nie Sheng just now was Zhou Yong. After rescuing the dying Jinling with a single move, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist. Ignoring everyone else, he pried open her lips and pressed his mouth to her pale face, breathing his vital energy into her. Princess Changsha watched in utter astonishment.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that the father who always treated me with such loving kindness would go to such lengths to keep me with him.

A heavy grunt snapped Dong Xueqing and Lu Qixin out of their mutual embarrassment, redirecting all attention back to Lu Wantian.

“Are you blind? How do you drive like that? What speed were you going? Didn’t you know you were driving the wrong way?” Lian Yifan burst into curses as he rushed up to the driver.

Sun Fengzhao gazed at the palace before him, feeling just as dazed as he did when he first arrived outside the Dragon Palace City.

Aside from the main hall, Sun Fengzhao had never explored any other rooms in this residence, even after several months. He wandered about the courtyard, and at the door of what seemed to be the master bedroom in the rear, he stopped in surprise.

Not only were Gu Xisheng and the others utterly stunned, even Gu Youran was at a loss—for no matter how she imagined things, she had never considered this possibility.

“Senior Sister!” Jian Fan hesitated, wondering how to make Hu Rui understand that the more Han Cong coveted Chu Ming, the less likely he was to get him.

Closing the iron gate, Ximen Yuqing led Lin Wan outside. They walked together to the grand hall, where Ximen Yuqing gestured politely, and the two of them sat down side by side in the tall-backed chairs to the left.

So, if Baihu Qun was afraid of anyone besides himself, it could only be the few who had tricked him—Qun Wu and the rest.

Tan Pengcheng, Liang Zining, and the others took the police jeep to the scene, but the police insisted they remain on the perimeter. Although there weren’t any elephants or rhinos in the zoo, no one could guarantee that these highly social animals wouldn’t flip the jeep over.