Chapter 11
Su Qingci wasn’t ignoring him—he simply hadn’t seen the message. The night he burned the painting, he left Pei Jingchen’s […]
Su Qingci wasn’t ignoring him—he simply hadn’t seen the message. The night he burned the painting, he left Pei Jingchen’s […]
Xie Yan really wanted to go back. Wu Pingzhi was speechless and hurriedly looked around the house, muttering to him
“These octopus balls are amazing—try one!” Wu Lü skewered one with a bamboo stick and passed it over the driver’s
Ye Yufan returned to the private room, his chest heaving with rage. Yu Sen and other friends were chatting nearby.
They finished breakfast quickly and set off together. Wei Yuan lived very close to Pei Siyue—just a ten-minute drive away.
Thunder and rain raged together. Drops fell in strings into the water pool, clusters of water overflowing the courtyard, rushing
Xie Yan said, “I was just playing around to see you.” Lu Yang was pleased, but said, “Go to school
Fang Juexia finally realized he could never beat Pei Tingsong. This guy was cunning and confident, fearless in everything—a pure
Just moments ago, Pei Tingsong was still that arrogant, hot-tempered young master. Now, for some reason, he’s more adept at
Su Qingci thought he’d spoken the words aloud, only realizing the next morning that he’d merely murmured them within his
After the meal, Physician Zhang delivered the Dragon’s Breath Pill. Those who consumed it would have their meridians sealed and
After the New Year, Ye Mingxuan finally fulfilled Tan Sizhe’s wish and went to spend the winter at the Tan
An hour ago, Zhou Ziheng was still chatting with Zhao Ke, who kept urging him to attend tonight’s art salon.
Pei Siyue touched Ruan Shuyang’s forehead, finding it indeed warm. The lily-of-the-valley scent in the lounge grew sweet and intoxicating.
In the evening, he cooked a pot of wood-fired rice. He steamed some cured pork slices and sweet potatoes in
His entire body shook violently as his internal organs convulsed and contracted. He vomited up every last bit of the
After being kissed all over, inside and out, by Luo Tingshi, Yu Zhi felt strangely lighter. The restless agitation that
The firecracker exploded in his hand, illuminating Ye Mingxuan’s face, outlining his delicate features and eyes. He murmured softly, “Oh.”
Like or dislike? He didn’t wait for Zhou Ziheng’s answer. But Zhou Ziheng’s arms tightening around his waist, his
Pei Siyue pulled tissues from the coffee table to wipe his tears, but they flowed back as soon as they