Volume 1, Chapter 57: The Horse Bolts, Running Wild

Damn it, how humiliating! Blame this damn leg... why did I have to trip?
In over twenty years of life, I have never been this embarrassed. Why did he have to run into me of all times!
Fu Beichen gently placed her down on the large bed in the bedroom.
The heavy scent of alcohol on him, mixed with the crisp fragrance of body wash, created a strange yet somewhat dangerous atmosphere that lingered between them.
Gu Xingnian hurriedly pulled her bath towel tighter, wrapping herself up more securely, wishing she could dig a hole and hide in it.
Although they were husband and wife and had experienced more intimate contact before, those had always been under specific circumstances and driven by certain motives.
He had never helped her take a bath before, and they also lacked the ordinary intimacy of everyday couples...
Gu Xingnian's heart skipped a beat—he had seen it after all!
She feigned calmness, avoiding his gaze and looking elsewhere.
"I... I just thought the photo looked really nice, Grandfather looked... very handsome back then!"
Even to herself, this excuse sounded pale and feeble.

Lying exhausted on the bank, Tian Ming discovered that the injuries on his body seemed slightly better at the moment, but his entire body felt as though it were enveloped by a bone-chilling cold, filling him with a sense of panic.
So, without realizing it, I have already grown to like this nagging, long-winded, stingy, shy, and timid little dwarf. Though I don't want to admit it, this feeling is really wonderful.
This scene was even more comical, yet no one could muster a laugh. The gathered members of the demon clan all flickered their gazes, secretly pondering what was behind the Star-Chasing Hawk's abnormal behavior.
Dorgon narrowed his eyes, looking up at the gradually fading dark clouds. A trace of gloom flashed across his eyes as he frowned.
On the rooftop, Du Youjia stood supporting the railing in a daze, not knowing what she was looking at. Right now, her mind was in turmoil, and she didn't know how to choose. Why must people constantly make choices in life? Life underwent earth-shaking changes amidst these very choices. Thinking of this, Du Youjia could not help but feel a pang of sentimentality.
This pine forest was actually not very large, and just beyond the forest lay fields of overgrown weeds, with jagged rocks hidden beneath them.
One hundred yuan a day, three thousand yuan a month—it was basically equivalent to the wages earned from working outside. More importantly, the work on the mountain was not exhausting, and it allowed one to look after the family.
Yet he could not. He could not do so if he wanted the divine punishment to descend, nor could he bear to let go due to the greed in his heart. Therefore, he devised a method he deemed viable: using the medicinal power of the ten-thousand-year Earth Emperor Ginseng to nourish his dantian, and then employing brute force to temporarily seal the Dao fetus within his body, leaving the problem to be resolved later.
Tian Ming shouted: "Open for me!" This time, Tian Ming directly poured ninety percent of his personal cultivation into this single punch, his fist seeming to devour the starry sky itself.
Following the horn blast of the dispatch rider, the wolf cavalry charged once again. This time, their target was Lulu Xiu, who was about to rush right up to the half-orc commander.
Shen Muxie raised his eyes to quietly look at Yu Chuchu, his expression completely devoid of ripples. He said nothing, which was taken as tacit agreement.
"No way, it must be the princess and the others who forced him into it, which is why he compromised," Ke Shaorong said, shaking her head.

Murong Feng clenched her fist and glared at Tang Miao. The moment she formed her fist, the three men, including Yinting, cast simultaneous, unreadable sideways glances at her.
Qi Anluo tried her utmost to suppress the urge to step forward and knock on the door, poured herself a cup of water to drink, and then heavily collapsed onto the bed.
"Chuchu, Muxie can't come today. Then why did you tell your father that he would? We all thought he would definitely come!" Chen Peihua said with slight anger, accusing Yu Chuchu of lying.
Actually, this principle was much like that of marsh gas. Those places harbored too many mixed biological remains and silt, and being relatively sealed environments, they slowly generated this kind of swamp-like gas. And this very gas was the finest nourishment for the thousand-year gentlemanly black fox to recuperate and nurture its vitality.
"I was wondering who it could be, turns out it's Smile over the Vast Sea. You ruined a good deed of mine before, and now you're coming to ruin my good deed again?" Lang Li Hua felt his anger flare up the moment he saw Smile over the Vast Sea.
Yu Chuchu touched the fabric, selected several materials in black and bright red, took measurements, and handed them to Li Ying.
Ming Wuyan's expression darkened a bit at this moment. Tomorrow was the funeral day of the Sword-Wielding Sect's master, and both by reason and sentiment, she had to attend.
Normally, as the host, one should walk ahead of the guests, but among those present, who would dare walk ahead of City Lord Da Lian's elegance? Thus, Young Master Ya strode unceremoniously right at the very front.