Volume One, Chapter 82: Before Marriage, I Won’t Interfere; After Marriage, Don’t Cross the Line

Su Li wanted to ask him what he was doing. But then she thought, given her state, what could he possibly do after lying down beside her? So she didn't ask.

He lay down behind her, slipping his arm under her head, his chest pressed to her back. With his other hand, he reached beneath her dress, resting his palm on her lower abdomen.

The warmth of his hand instantly dispelled the chill lingering there; heat seeped through her skin, and the pain seemed to ebb away bit by bit.

Su Li never expected him to do something like this.

"Mo Xingyuan, you really know what you're doing," she remarked.

Sure enough, someone who’s been in a relationship before knows how to take care of others.

Mo Xingyuan rested his chin on the top of her head. "I just learned it now," he said.

Su Li tried to turn and look at him, but couldn't see his face...

The masked figure did not interrupt Lin Yu's thoughts, but instead closed his eyes and rested quietly beside her. The scene was reminiscent of when Lin Yu first apprenticed herself to Huang Shi, and he offered her guidance.

Seeing her like this, Lu Zhanyan quickly called for the waiter to settle the bill, then helped the pale-faced Xu Jing to her feet and left.

That morning, Chu Xiyan rose early to prepare a lavish breakfast for Lu Zhan. Watching him eat with such delight, her face was aglow with happiness.

This action annoyed Xia Jia. Of all the heroes available on the field, the only one who could really coordinate well with Liu Bei was Dian Wei. Her communication with Liu Feng was happening over the in-game voice chat, which was loud enough for the third floor to hear.

The pain continued to surge like a spring. At some point, Nalan realized that the hand she had been clutching the quilt with had instead grasped something warm. With a start, she passed out again.

Lin Yu stopped pondering and instead took out a serrated herb from her cosmic pouch, clearly a common weed in any medicinal garden.

The position of Grand Preceptor is one of great power and prestige. In public, their words and demeanor are always serious and dignified—nothing like Rui'er’s behavior. It’s simply unacceptable.

"Alright, I won’t see you off, lest I disturb you two," Qing Wan said, reclining half on the brick bed, half in jest.

He was a youth in white, his features frosted with cold, as if he had never known how to smile or weep—a living corpse, it seemed. His hand loosened slightly, and the broken sword clattered to the ground, yet not a ripple passed across his face.

"After all, Chi Mei is the head of the Scarlet Division of the Brocade Guards, and Xiu Yuan has lost his mind to fire. It’s better to bring them back before dealing with them; killing them on the spot would be too heartless, and would only alienate the Scarlet Division," Qianxun said in a low voice.

Liu Tianming felt his heart pounding wildly, his narrow chest barely able to contain the surge of primal force from within. Shock became a driving force; events he’d never imagined were suddenly reversing themselves.

To avoid interfering with civilian air routes, the J-10 fighter jet maintained an altitude of seventeen thousand meters.

"Let me ask you a few questions first…" Li Yan began his assessment and critique of the contestants.

It wasn’t easy to go through military training together; it was thanks to the tribe’s relative openness and Li Wei’s kindness. The others were also happy to grab their clothes and prepare to change immediately.

That morning, Marshall was overjoyed to have arranged a memorable weekend date with a classmate from a Japanese magic school.

He lacked the reckless impetuousness of youth, but he carried their sharpness. His maturity and decisiveness, so at odds with his age, were a match for even the most cunning old foxes on Wall Street.

Since the National Security Bureau assigned him the title of "special envoy," he didn’t mind; a title was just a title.

Lan Li concealed his emotions perfectly, more flawlessly than most of the upper class and nobility. Yet Andre knew Lan Li—better, perhaps, than Lan Li knew himself—and could sense the faint helplessness hidden beneath his calm, understated tone.

The poisonous fumes left not a blade of grass alive here; this was Doomsday Mountain, once ruled by the Flame Lord Korsen and his Black Iron Dwarf slaves. The Flame Lord was one of the most evil elemental beings in the Nine Realms, wielding such powerful magic that he could raise a volcano from flat ground.

A robotic hand immediately handed over a glass of ice water. Tony gulped it down, and the tightness in his chest eased considerably.

Su Tianyu nodded weakly at Lin Doukou, signaling he had heard her promise.

On the road, Shen Tong, following Liu Haidong’s instructions, called Xing Lina again to arrange a meeting in the capital tonight and asked her to book a hotel. Xing Lina, hearing how urgently Shen Tong wanted to see her, was initially inclined to refuse, but remembering she still needed to make use of this "fat sheep," reluctantly agreed.

Before long, all the disciples of the House of Wonders had gathered in the courtyard, ready for a tough battle.

Mo Li and the others did not disturb the madman’s slumber. Instead, their gazes shifted to the world tinged with gray light. The plump Taoist even rubbed his hands together in anticipation, having spotted several scattered graves—an opportunity for a tomb raider to ply his trade once more.

A faint aura of desolation flickered over his left hand, the air nearby turning to dust at his touch. The wild, mighty force of the aura faded, leaving only a gentle flow, which Xing Luo then slowly guided into Gong Jiaojiao’s body.

Wang Zihao found the scene amusing, but the big man dared not utter a word. Looking over at Sister Hong’s seat, a large empty space was left. Though Sister Hong’s legs were long and shapely, she kept them perfectly straight, leaving a wide area in front unused.

After hearing that Shen Tong was to be transferred, Li Maoshan rode his battered bicycle into town to share his thoughts with her.

"You can’t monopolize Ye Tian’s phone forever, can you?" Jiang Xueyan said over the phone, unable to leap through the line to bite the other party, and could only sound a little aggrieved.

Though Han Xue’s words were dismissive, her hand still gently massaged Li Tian’s waist, her eyes fixed tenderly on the spot she had just pinched.

"These children are used to it. They won’t get drunk," Dionysus said with a carefree smile.

If one cultivated this technique alone, it would likely take a year or two before seeing any real results.

The Seventh Elder conjured ten golden swords to meet the attack. In that instant, each cold blade split into ten more, continuing their assault.

Ye Xi’s tone carried a hint of reproach, but the tenderness in her gaze was unmistakable; Xuan Tianyi knew she had always cared for him.

The moon-white robe fluttered in the wind; the weight of ancient temples and quiet lanterns was gone, replaced by a knightly freedom and resolve. Watching the distant, fading figure, Lin Dong seemed to glimpse not the solitary old monk who had wandered the world for a thousand years, but a youthful figure clad in white, brimming with life.