Chapter 98
“Signature? What signature?” Zong Cheng blinked in confusion. Could it be that Yin Chen was talking about the publication signature? […]
“Signature? What signature?” Zong Cheng blinked in confusion. Could it be that Yin Chen was talking about the publication signature? […]
After sending the message to Lawyer Gao, Yin Chen turned his head. Zong Cheng was staring at him with an
The birthday banquet was set for three days later. The day before, Ye Xu delivered two sets of outfits—obviously couple’s
Qin Sizheng had just woken, still unaware of which day in the timeline the author had pulled him back to,
“Ugh.” Qin Sizheng’s head throbbed fiercely. Instinctively, he rubbed it, slowly regaining consciousness. Looking around, he realized he was in
There is no place for women in the court. Heaven’s order drove them into the inner chambers, turning them into
Xiao Chiye said, “I’m all ears.” Pressed so close to him, Shen Zechuan grew warm and began to sweat a
Kong Ling did not dare complain inwardly, afraid Xiao Chiye might notice something. After wiping the sweat from his forehead,
After the banquet, the clamor faded into the distance. Gu Qing turned his head to Milton, his voice soft, almost
On the Onia Star, inside the Zerg High Command office. Milton sat behind his desk, his gaze lingering on the
A few days later, the battlefield around Dawnstar Starport finally stabilized. Aside from the essential garrison forces, the rest of
The night before had been late, and the next day both of them didn’t open their eyes until well past
Song Cheng listened but didn’t react. Opening his eyes, he studied Qin Wunian’s expression and suddenly leaned back slightly. He
Song Cheng looked at him with a puzzled expression, sensing that something about Qin Wunian’s reaction was off. He sat
Before today, Jian Yuheng would have never believed the saying, “Life is a wilderness.” Now he believed it—anything was possible.
Jian Yuheng, naturally not one for smiles, retracted the corner of his mouth and clenched the “Poet” diagnosis sheet tightly
Inside the office, Jian Yuheng’s smile slowly faded, transferring subtly to the doctor’s face. “Mr. Jian,” the doctor handed him
Hearing that, Lu Jingcheng lowered his head and glanced at him, thinking, With that fragile little heart of yours, how
He looked at Ye Qingyang. The other boy appeared gentle and warm, his brows soft, his expression mild. Remembering how
The seventh company’s students’ dormitory was directly below Ye Qingyang’s class building. The hallway was narrow, and by now the