Volume 1, Chapter 64: Good Wan'er, Let Us Go to the Daybed

"Beg Wan'er. Please, good Wan'er."

Hearing the man plead with her, Lin Qingwan was overjoyed. She wrapped her arms around Chu Linyuan's neck, lightly nibbled on his lower lip, and leaned down to kiss him.

Jian Mu appeared so suddenly that the sound cut off right then and there. Yang Huiqing's gaze swept over her a dozen times, scanning her like a robotic device without missing a single inch.

Bai Muqin decisively shut the gadget off. As for Zhong Kui's salary and whatnot—forget it. Besides, the finance department wasn't under his control anymore anyway. Why bother looking at this stuff? Whatever the big shots decided to pay, they'd pay.

The doctor withdrew the penlight from shining into the eyes and said, "The patient has a concussion, so it is normal to experience this series of symptoms." Turning to the nurse nearby, the doctor added, "Hang a bag of plasma later," and left the ward.

They had been chatting too casually just now, and without realizing it, he had blurted out all the relevant details he had managed to extract from Jenny at the police station.

Immediately following this, the group was once again denied a proper rest. Even the injuries Inuyasha sustained from being beaten by his own older brother had not yet healed—his vision had only just returned, yet they anxiously rushed back onto the road once more.

The fellow hadn't passed out, but he felt a numbness, stiffness, and pain at the back of his neck that spread down his entire spine and throughout his whole body. In fact, the moment he was electrocuted earlier, he had almost pissed his pants right then and there.

Had the previous commotion not been so overwhelmingly violent, people would scarcely have believed the scene before their eyes. Outside the window, a full moon hung high in the sky, leaving not a single trace of the roaring thunderclouds to be seen.

Gu Wanwan rested her chin on the desk, her long eyelashes fluttering in a way that was truly captivating.

As the setting sun dipped below the horizon, the pale gray sky outside lost every last glimmer of light, replaced by a sudden, ink-like darkness that stained the heavens and blotted out every last hope of illumination.

Jiang Danfeng was completely speechless. Stepping forward, he grabbed a handful of peanuts, shoved them into his mouth, and chewed them with a loud, crunchy sound.

Then, he too fought and bled across various primary battlefields. Because of his valiant combat record and the mastery of diverse tactical doctrines he had acquired while at the Central Military Academy, a sharp sword is honed by the whetstone; he was finally promoted to regimental commander for his military exploits, even though this colonelcy had only been conferred upon him quite recently.

Researchers finally managed to re-extract the purest anti-zombie virus from the blood of Qian Bin's family.

Since Xiao Zhan had put it that way, what more could Lin Hai say? He simply had to accept the green card loaded with two million gold coins.

Shi Hao's transfer to Chelsea did not feature the extravagant welcoming ceremony that marked Neymar's arrival at Barcelona; it was merely accompanied by a simple press conference. The press conference was held immediately after the application for the special talent endorsement was successfully approved.

She really did have dumb luck. The next time he crossed paths with her, he would definitely strike first without uttering a single word.

Unlike Chen Zihao, who underestimated his opponent, he raised a fist the size of a rice bowl and drove it straight toward Qin Qing's face with a whistling force.

She had endured this unjustified grievance on her behalf, and following her eldest brother's advice, was she supposed to turn around and thank her instead?

He was well aware that the Emperor's Throne booth at the Qingying Bar was not something an ordinary person could afford to consume at. Normally, even the stingy Old Wang would never give the Emperor's Throne away as a "friendly courtesy." To put it bluntly, thirty percent of Qingying Bar's profits came from that single booth.

"Teacher, I really didn't want to do this. Aiding you in becoming an Archangel would have been fine, but you've disappointed me too much. Originally, this was just my contingency plan; I never expected I'd actually have to use it." Tang Ke shook his head.