Would you like to live with me?

Qu Yuan asked Ye Fang several times if there was any news about the red carpet, wondering if she could manage to get an invitation. Usually, invitations to such events are extended by the organizers, though sometimes it’s possible to attend if you send them a gift. Ye Fang hadn’t given her a definite answer, and Qu Yuan was getting anxious as she waited. Nan Jue and Yao Zhao, meanwhile, had asked the director for leave so they could return and walk the red carpet at a fashion gala. Qu Yuan consoled herself—there were plenty of red carpet events at the end of the year; if she missed this one, there would be another.

That evening, she finally received word from Ye Fang. “It’s settled. The day after tomorrow, Miao Miao will bring you over. I’ve never seen you care so much about the red carpet—ambition is good. I’m asking the brands about borrowing clothes for you.” “I already have...” she replied, but because the positions here were highly coveted, after the reporters finished their meal, the kitchen staff would split whatever food was left—meaning, once the reporters were done eating, the staff could enjoy what remained.

A man in his early thirties, strong and imposing, entered the room. His expression changed instantly; he drew a gun from his waist and aimed it at Yan Jiucheng.

Qingcheng’s beautiful face was filled with resignation, her brows furrowed as she lamented, “Of course, money isn’t important—what matters is friendship! I won’t give up such a good friend, but I also don’t want to let go of this opportunity. I’m torn, truly torn.”

“In that case, I have nothing left to worry about. I’ll deal with them directly. Nan is in danger now; we must watch over her closely, not let her out of our sight,” Chen Runze said.

Wen Ling had become a rather ugly dog, yet Yan Ruoxian showered him with affection—perhaps this was fate between them. His hands were large and warm, the heat spreading from his palm soothed Shen Yanshu’s nerves a little. She turned to look at him, feeling much less anxious.

With a thunderous roar, a figure wielding a battle blade shot forward, blocking Han Tianzhu’s path; it was the young man who had sprinted away earlier, now returning.

When she recalled last night’s events, she still felt unsettled. She tried to brush it off with a casual excuse and attempted to leave.

Forgetting she was supposed to be on a mission, losing herself in the feeling of love—it was wonderful. But such moments never last. Gu Miqing’s smile grew stiff, the joy fading from her face.

The Resurrection River churned with muddy water—not clear, nor black, but tinged with pale red. On its surface floated startling crimson bubbles, as if this were a river of ghostly blood.

He was an “elder” of the Wolf Tribe. In the past, besides Bei and his group, there were no idlers in the tribe, so he had never understood these wastrels who squandered privileges that others could only dream of.

People always tend to find fault in others, blaming their misfortune on someone else and absolving themselves completely.

Fortunately, this wasn’t during class change; otherwise, the academy would have been packed so tightly that no one could get in or out.

She had tested the equipment herself and confirmed they were different from the ones on the market. As a game developer and enthusiast, she agreed to the partnership.

Gu Sangjue’s eyes flashed with confusion—who would be visiting at this hour? An inexplicable sense of unease crept over him.

He never expected that Jingling’s body would tilt several inches, headlong toward the sword’s tip.

Zhe He hadn’t walked far with Jun Wan when sudden intelligence caught him off guard. He entrusted Jun Wan to Bu Ka, telling him to take her to his room, then mounted his horse and left the main city.

Gu Sangjue and Gu Sangliu’s faces were etched with exhaustion; though tired, they were very happy today.

The hotpot was spicy, but the herbal tea was specially blended by Tang Zangyue to counteract the heat. She’d added sugar, making it sweet and refreshing, not bitter at all.

He dreamed of wandering in a forest under a deep blue night sky. There were neither stars nor moon, only a black curtain draped over the world, suffocating and oppressive.