Military Headquarters. Afternoon. Gu Qing received a message from Loess. 【Clues are beginning to take shape. Xingmang Hall—meet as soon […]
After lunch, the office returned to silence. Gu Qing sat on the sofa beside Milton’s desk, leisurely flipping through military
Morning light filtered through the hovercar windows, spilling softly across the seats. Gu Qing and Milton sat side by side
Ms. Tang hung up the phone, still a little puzzled. Just… that? That timid Zong Cheng? And that Mr. Yin…
Early morning. Sunlight streamed brightly, and the fragrance of flowers from outside the villa drifted in with the breeze, sweet
“Is that it? You still want to pin me against the wall?” Yin Chen’s half-smile met Zong Cheng’s gaze. Okay,
Qin Sizheng’s mouth hung open, utterly stunned. He looked helplessly between Lu Xianqing and Lu Mingxun, feeling the full weight
The kisses, the bedroom scenes, even that so-called accidental touch—they had all been deliberate. Lu Xianqing casually wrapped a towel
Qin Sizheng hadn’t expected him to respond so quickly, and he blushed at the teasing. Lu Xianqing looked at him,
At 8:30 a.m., Qin Wuyan was woken by his alarm. He groggily opened his eyes, blanked his mind for a
Song Cheng still couldn’t place why the man looked familiar. The next day, as a nurse took him out for
Outside the ward, a man and a woman are arguing: Woman: “This is all your son’s fault!” Man: “No, it’s
Hai Youtian shook his head repeatedly; this was really impossible to rent. As for the small shop, after some negotiation,
The house was large, and the study was a separate room, unlike the rest of the home. He had heard
The entrance they used was the back gate, tucked into a corner. Passing through it led to a small courtyard,
The food in the prison was filthy, and Xi Hongxuan’s stomach rebelled. Already weakened by the epidemic, he now suffered
This particular sparring had dragged on longer than usual, pushing their satisfaction ever further, leaving them craving more after having
The Kai Ling River was alive with the noise of people. Xue Xiuyi sat cross-legged on a couch, picking at
At six in the evening, Yu Junqing stepped out of the studio and asked Xiao Yitong as they walked, “So
Ren Qingyun lay sprawled on the sofa with nothing to do, hugging an oversized life-size body pillow. His long legs
