27 Enjoying the sensation of him lying in my arms

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After a long silence, Ye Lin spoke again. He could not remain lying down forever; he had to find a way to recover from his injuries quickly.
Zhuang Qingqing was left somewhat speechless. When someone says they like you, what are you supposed to do? You couldn't just cruelly reject them outright, could you?
Originally, Ye Lingchen had intended to finish within a minute, but upon hearing that Wang Qianling needed to use the restroom, he dragged the time out for a full three minutes.
At this moment, three figures flew out from the palace; they were the two other Tribulation-stage elders of the Yuntian Sect and the man in the purple robe.
After hanging up the phone, I let out a sigh of relief. With that promise, David should no longer take action against Maurice.
Ye Lin and the others exchanged glances, unable to fathom what the young man was after, but judging by his demeanor, he did not seem to harbor any malice toward them.
"Very well. Since you are so certain, what do you think is actually going on here?" Wu Xi asked earnestly, seeing that Wang Nanbei was not joking in the slightest.
Jixi and Yali had been beaten until they were a bloody mess, with only a final breath remaining. Chantelin gradually ceased his assault, and Lin Yanyu let out a sigh of relief.
As soon as I stepped out of the company, I saw a black figure not far from the elevator, leaning against the wall with his elbows in an extremely peculiar posture.
Everyone exclaimed in shock. One had to know that the status of the senior known as the Divine Calculator in the Heavenly Secret Pavilion was not low, his own strength was formidable, and his temper was notoriously poor. Ordinary people would never dare to impersonate him.
"Uh. Tell me your thoughts." Xia Changchun leaned back on the sofa, squinting his eyes as he tilted his head to listen.
Xiao Nanye walked slowly to the bedside and looked down at her. The bandage on her head was jarring, and her face was pale, devoid of any hint of blood.
"Your Majesty, the song and dance prepared for this occasion are truly unique. Perhaps you might care to take a look?" the Empress gently persuaded.
"Leave the work to me, you can rest easy! Just wait and watch the show! I believe tonight's fireworks will be exceptionally brilliant... hehehe~" The sinister laughter that lingered in the air at the end of the call was enough to make one's skin crawl.

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Jamie’s words came to an abrupt halt; it was Ran Shuang glaring at him with a cold, stern expression, her eyes like icy blades, her face filled with murderous intent.
After a night of intimacy, the next day, as Jiang Dahao rubbed his weary eyes and squinted at the piercing sunlight filtering through the gap in the curtains, his hand instinctively reached out to the space beside him. Finding the beauty gone, a faint sense of melancholy washed over his heart.
Yet, for some reason, no matter how frantically his eyes darted about, his mind remained a complete muddle. Especially being face-to-face with Liu Shier, their breath mingling and scents entwining! For a moment, he felt blood rushing to his face and sweat pouring down his back.
"Zhentian, you busy man, how do you find the time to visit an old wreck like me?" Huang Shoushan, dressed in loose silk, sat on the hospital room sofa, teasing the middle-aged man who was nonchalantly munching on an apple.
Jiang Dahao sat back in the same armchair as before, lighting a cigarette and smoking in silence. Zeng Yan stood before him, eyes cast downward, silent. A glimmer of hope had quietly sprouted in her once-despairing heart; this man had returned—could it be that he had changed his mind and was willing to help her?
Su Jinyan’s academic performance was excellent, and her current advisor valued her greatly, hoping she would not start an internship so soon, but instead work more on his research projects and prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam.
It was thanks to those Chu family cultivators depleting the strength of the evil cultivators in Feng City that Li Yu and Chu Muyan were later able to smoothly reap the benefits.
The disciple’s eyes were wide open, his mouth unable to speak, but his body betrayed his inner feelings; he trembled uncontrollably, shaking his head incessantly in response to Xin Wuchen’s words.
Although there were two or three people from the Sky Wolf Sect, there was no shortage of individuals from other factions. Among them, Le Qi even spotted a warrior wearing the badge of the Green Dragon Society.
"When did this four-eyed wolf become powerful enough to be so arrogant and look down on everyone!" This was the unspoken dissatisfaction among the battle beasts led by the Si Wolf.
Then he arrived at the Imperial Sword Academy and saw the figure he had dreamed of, yet he could not muster the courage to face her.
Shuimo did not understand the situation at the time, so he did not blame Jiang Shaoyang, choosing instead to ask him what had actually happened that day.
Yet, to all of this, Li Zimu only smiled faintly and remained silent, as if it had nothing to do with him; his life remained that of a busy person, leaving early and returning late.
The mountain gate was dozens of stories high, crafted entirely from white jade. Under the sunlight, the four characters "Donglin Academy" appeared dazzling and magnificent, filled with grandeur.

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So this was the "day of reckoning" the guards had spoken of. In that case, he had nothing to fear.
Wu Song naturally would not be swayed by these few simple words. Now, he only needed to strike to show Ao Wuxin what it truly meant to submit to the rules under the feet of the strong.
Even if the Prime Minister was deep and calculating, he was over sixty this year. He was struggling with certain matters; otherwise, he would not have been so comprehensive in his explanation to Hua Xuanji.
This was Wang Nuo’s first time witnessing the power wielded by a bank executive in charge of loans. They were truly "decisive in slaughter"—for matters without profit, they acted entirely on mood. If they were in a good mood, they might handle a few words; if not, they couldn't even be bothered to do that.
"Leave? Don't even think about leaving, any of you!" Chen Qiusheng suddenly pulled out a handgun. I hadn't expected him to have one hidden behind his back. He aimed it at Shen Yi and fired. In that moment, I didn't think of anything else—I only thought of rushing forward to shield him.
Wang Nuo had originally been willing to provide a budget of 4 million yuan, with the condition that the intermediary process remain clean. Now that a problem had arisen, it went without saying that the Sunset Red Development Center needed to take responsibility.
Although Ye Hua was merely lying on the bed fully clothed, the imperial aura radiating from his entire being was enough to make anyone instinctively choose to submit.
The moment the smoke drifted over, Xie Xunlin stepped back abruptly and pressed the remainder of his cigarette into the ashtray.
Ying Qingci did not speak, and the stall owner, upon seeing the man, had already ducked aside, not even having time to pack up his stall.
The way this was answered—those who knew understood that Ye Ningxi was in poor health, but those who didn't would likely think she was being overly delicate. How sick could one get in just two hours? It sounded like she was trying to stir up trouble for Lady Li.