Volume 1, Chapter 51: Baby, Hit Me

Seeing her remain silent, Fu Yunzhen took her small hand and struck it hard against his own handsome, refined face.

Her soft, delicate hand hit his cheek, and a secret thrill coursed through him.

His sharp, falcon-like gaze was fixed intently on her, as if afraid of missing even the slightest flicker of emotion on her face.

"Baby, hit me." Fu Yunzhen begged her to punish him.

Amidst the dark fog, Anya listened to the voice of confession coming through the phone, her tears streaming down continuously like beads with a broken string.

Setting this matter aside for a moment, Li Ye looked at the video sent back by the pathfinding robot. After those two giant turtles left last night, they had been heading steadily northward.

At this point, saying anything else was redundant, and he understood what Fu Bo meant. Fu Bo had mentioned wanting to treat him to a drink before he returned, but Han Yi's schedule was indeed packed too tight.

After a brief deliberation, he searched online for a specialized ticketing agency and had them help book a flight to Xiangjiang for tomorrow.

"Brother Zhao, this is what my team just put together." Li Ye handed Carter's report to Zhao Donghai. Joy flickered in Zhao Donghai's eyes; it seemed there were good things coming again! After reading through Carter's report, Zhao Donghai wore an expression of pleasant surprise.

"Stay with me a little longer, Kang Rong." Her voice trembled slightly, her exquisite collarbones pronounced deeply as she took a sharp intake of breath.

Giving a light clap of his hands, Dad signaled for us to continue moving forward. Leading the way as usual, Dad walked on, step by step.

His slender fingers trembled slightly, gently cupping my face, brushing across my forehead before sliding down to my lips. Our foreheads touched, and my eyes saw only him.

This ancient town guesthouse was quite uniquely built, featuring a cafe and a teahouse in the courtyard rather than just simple lodging.

When the call connected, a crisp phone ringtone suddenly sounded out, coming directly from right behind the two of them.

I looked at the patches on the sleeves of my padded cotton jacket and said with a smile, "Well, Dad, are you going to buy one for me? I don't have a single penny, and my mother only ever thinks about my younger brother. I haven't worn new clothes in several years either." He was a man who cared deeply about his pride; he would never tolerate me dressing like this.

Ever since Imperial Princess Feiyu told me that Niao Xi was not the one who wanted to harm me in the mortal realm, I had grown suspicious. The only clue I still held in my hands was that dark jade bell. Coincidentally, on the day Li Tan went out to tryst with Liang Shixiu, I found this dark jade bell in his room.

Xue Yan did not think too deeply into it, simply deciding that from then on, any production featuring Mu Jinghua would not include Xue Yan.

Of course, in front of Imperial Concubine Xiao, he did not dare to act too practiced and purposely fumbled several parts.

Though filled with lingering anxiety, the epidemic was truly terrifying, and in the end, they did not dare to gamble, forced to leave Qingzhou with hardened hearts.

Zhao Niangniang's father, Zhao Feilong, had most likely uncovered the issues within the Xia family, which was why he was framed.

I looked at him in a daze as he brought over some red medicine to apply and found gauze to bandage me up. His movements were very gentle. I kept my head down, not daring to meet his gaze. It hurt terribly, but I endured it without a sound.

Following the proper sequence, Lingyun, standing to the side, began to slowly pour these medicinal liquids into the cauldron, where they merged together.

It suddenly crossed his mind that during the rent collection incident, the man known as Number Five had once addressed Lin Haixi as the Sovereign of the White Tiger.

For instance, at a moment like this, the opposing side would inevitably have countless people deployed to secure and protect the area.

Then he glanced over at Marissa, only to see her leaning against the very edge, gazing out at the azure sky outside without speaking.

Returning this time, her state of mind was markedly different from the past; she was much more cheerful, a change he was delighted to see.

As his embrace emptied, Mo Yishen instinctively frowned and slightly opened his eyes. A wave of dizziness instantly struck him, causing the figures before him to spin.