Volume 1, Chapter 61: Didn't you beg Us to go easier on you?

"Release you? In your dreams! When Wan'er was beneath me in private, she certainly didn't speak to me like this. Didn't you beg me to be gentler?"
Lin Qingwan turned ashen under Chu Lin-yuan's words.
"Does Your Highness derive such pleasure from humiliating Qingwan?"
"There now, good girl. Come, have a candied fruit." Lu Wu spread open his palm, revealing a preserved fruit resting right in the middle of it.
Therefore, looking at He Zhixu by the door again, I reassessed his posture: perhaps he wasn't being defensive, but rather maintaining total control of the situation.
Yet... when she finally mustered the courage to confess her feelings to him, she discovered that Gu Huainan already had someone in his heart.
Tian Xin poutingly rolled over to lie flat on her back, and Yu Xiubai immediately stretched out his arm for her to use as a pillow.
What kind of relationship she had with Ye Lishang was not for others to judge, nor did she deign to explain herself to anyone.
I thought for a moment and then said, "If I say that what I'm looking for isn't what you two imagine, I wonder if that might make the two of you lower your guard just a little?" If I stubbornly insisted on being here for "sightseeing" at this point, my fate shortly would likely be no different from that uncle's.
I wanted to say: with you holding my hand like this, how am I supposed to help you take off your stained shirt??
Qiao Qiaohao seized the opportunity to finalize the purchase of the agarweed with Ye Yun, preparing to come pick up the goods in a couple of days.
The next second, Tian Xin felt her hand guided by Tian Xingguo to cover Tao Shiru's.
"I finally understand why Xiao Chen dared to bring you here by yourself," Long Ya said through clenched teeth.
Yi Yunfei had not been unconscious for long; the moment Li Fu placed him on the bed, he had already regained consciousness. However, his mind was groggy and he felt too weak to open his eyes, so he simply closed them to regulate his breathing and circulate the Profound Spirit Scripture.
Xu Shuangquan lacked sufficient cultivation. If he were caught while posting these items, the consequences would be unimaginable! Thus, Yi Yunfei arranged for him to wait at the inn and did not let him follow along.
The middle-aged man pondered, muttering to himself, "Could it be that there really is only that one method left?"
The ginseng doll inside the cold cave peeked its head out from behind a large chunk of ice to look at me. Seeing that I ignored it, it hopped over to my side, tugged at my clothing, and then scrambled back behind the ice.
Ruoxi said nothing, her gaze chilling as she looked at Ji Wuyou. Through her many days of contact with Li Qiushui, she too had changed a great deal, learning to face detestable enemies with a cold eye.
Lin Yi's barrier was not so easily broken. It would take a Demon God like Othinus to manage that; apart from her, there were only two people in this world capable of piercing his barrier.
"What's wrong with you? You look quite unhappy right now." Perhaps because the final piece of the jade disk was about to be within reach, Huan Du Luolan began to pay attention to Lin Yi's mood.
Reminded by the youth, quite a few people caught the fragrance of the food. Feeling the hunger gnawing at their bellies, they could not help swallowing hard, casting stealthy glances at Aheng ahead.
Before long, thousands of fairies came drifting through the air. The guards, having received advance notice, respectfully stepped aside to let them enter.
Even if Her Majesty the Empress had matters to attend to, Zhao Lanzhen was no criminal, and moreover, she was gravely ill; there was simply no reason to haul a person away so directly.
With her current strength, forcibly driving the bloodline within her to unleash her innate divine skill placed an enormous burden on her body, one that she could not sustain for long.
Clearly, she had given herself a hundred warnings before ascending the mountain that once she entered the tiger's lair, she must never act on impulse. Yet when the moment came, she still lacked composure, resulting in such a disastrous defeat in their very first engagement.
The bright red bridal gown she had worn yesterday was neatly folded and placed inside a camphor wood chest, covered with a thin layer of gauze to keep off the dust and prevent wrinkles.
Vesuvius and the Soul-Eater stared at each other for several minutes. He noticed that the other party had no intention of attacking; his body felt as warm as it had at the beginning, and at the same time, a voice seemed to be whispering in his ear, urging him to come closer.