Chapter 162
As night fell, Prince Yi’s residence was ablaze with lights. Inside the bedchamber, candlelight flickered. Xiao Ying stood there with
As night fell, Prince Yi’s residence was ablaze with lights. Inside the bedchamber, candlelight flickered. Xiao Ying stood there with
Northern Border, Linzhou. Manager Wang, a grain merchant, stared at his empty warehouse, sweating profusely with anxiety. He had originally
The misty rain of Jiangnan blurred the landscape, while flowers along the riverbank fell here and there, carpeting the ground
The news that Xiao Ying had spent a fortune at Shuyu Pavilion to book an exceptionally beautiful male courtesan had
The night air was faintly cool. Deep within Shuyu Pavilion, outside the “Juyue Courtyard,” a plain white paper lantern hung
Inside the study of the main residence, Su Muchen’s fingers flew across the keyboard. The rapid tapping sounded like a
The Northern Frontier Administrative Office had already been busy, but over the past few days, it had been spinning like
After that conversation, neither of them could sleep any better. It was the darkest hour before dawn, and all they
Gong Yingxian’s car slowly came to a stop outside the station. Ren Yi slowly unfastened his seat belt. The two
The stuff looked a lot like mercury—a silvery-white, viscous liquid metal. Ren Yi had no idea why anyone would pour
After the meeting, a large group of people walked to the late-night food street next door and headed straight for
They watched a documentary about marine life together. Ren Yi, having taken fever medicine, fell asleep on the sofa halfway
When Ren Yi woke up, he felt as though he had not merely slept, but died once. Almost every part
Ren Yi had always liked Gong Yingxian’s voice very much. That voice possessed two contradictory qualities at once—it was both
Xiao Yan paused, clearly not expecting him to say that. Then he smiled. “Okay.” Once he gave in, Luo Zhiyu
The orange scent had subsided a little and was no longer as fierce as before. The only problem was that
The deafening singing drowned out Xiao Yan’s voice. Aside from Luo Zhiyu, no one could hear what Xiao Yan was
Orange and the smug little orange happily went out to have fun. With the New Year approaching, the shop windows
During the last class meeting of Class 3, Grade 11, two seats by the window were empty. “Xiao Yan isn’t
Wherever Luo Zhiyu went, even the parrot picked up a gangster-like air. Xiao Yan had no choice but to spend