Volume One, Chapter 29: My Body Feels So Strange

Warm breath brushed gently across her cheek, and Yan Qiuning felt as if her heart were being stroked by a feather, making her restless and unable to meet the intense restraint in the man's eyes.
"You can... you can ask Xiaoli to come in," she whispered, feeling his hand had already slipped beneath her dress.
She stared at him in panic and mortification, her shame threatening to overwhelm her.
Qin Zhan lowered his gaze, earnest and gentle as he looked at the woman in his arms. "Ning'er, no one else can see your body—not even another woman."
"Does it still hurt here, hmm?"
Yan Qiuning immediately bit her lip, choosing silence in the face of his forceful advances, her chest swelling as if it might overflow.

After they returned to the Qin household, Yan Qiuning saw that the man was ceaselessly busy, unable to put down his phone for even a moment.
"Ninth Brother, what did you promise me just now?"
Qin Zhan handed her the phone. "Password is 0923."
Yan Qiuning was surprised when she took it. "Ninth Brother, I don't need to know your phone's password."

Yet a cage forged from ribs, reinforced with formidable mystical power enveloping its surface, was not something even the ancient Burial Sovereign could easily break open.
In the battle against the Monster Association, he had single-handedly dragged their headquarters up from fifteen hundred meters below ground.
Whatever happens, tragedy must not be allowed; such disasters must never appear before me.
But after that battle, the label attached to Makino changed—most widely spread were "the disciple surpasses the master" and "a genius chosen by the gods."
Arriving at the shopfront, Xia Zhi discovered the café door already open. Pushing it gently, she entered to find the manager and Mayumi already cleaning inside. As she stepped in, both their gazes were drawn to her.
"If the two truly love each other," Jiang Min said, "then as parents, we ought to bless them."
Without Makino's week-long special training, facing Yami and Ulquiorra who targeted him, he might have ended in bitter defeat.
"We don't see him now, but just a moment ago he was right here," Li Xiao Mai said, tapping the handrail at the corner.
I will help him avenge this. Anyone who bullies our family will pay the price.
To calm the panicked citizens and to display their own martial strength, after the third-generation armor was exposed, the streets of Old Dunling saw an increase of these patrolling armored units. Their numbers were not vast, but their deterrent was formidable, and in this haunted city, acceptance came easily.
Even with his clothes stained in blood, the man remained noble and composed, his whole being radiating an unassailable aura.
Tan Le, unaware that the yellow-robed middle-aged cultivator and the others had already changed their plans and moved ahead, felt it was time for him to act.

Not long ago, Bjorn, who had just exacted harsh revenge on the orcs at the Lonely Mountain battlefield, was in excellent spirits—not only lending the group four fine horses, but also gifting them ample supplies of food and drink.
It could be said that unless he could fully refine the spiritual liquid from the Celestial River, achieving perfection in the first stage of the Ninefold Mystic Art would require a long accumulation.
She knew that no matter what happened, Xiao Rongchen would always be her most steadfast support, and that was enough.
Though his cultivation remained at the eighth tribulation level, his strength had grown significantly.
Suddenly, Jiang Ling seized the moment, clenched her fists, and delivered a final blow to the back of the Star Lord of Tiangang.
On previous occasions, whenever she said she didn't want to go, the other would help her decline, and such things had happened more than once—but this time, she sensed there was more behind his words.
The confusion in Yun Qiandie’s eyes deepened; she had expected Father Xiao to come see her, but never thought it would be Mother Xiao arriving in person.
In an era without the internet, all information gathering depended on manpower, and the halls of various martial clans scattered across the land served as crucial sources for collecting such intelligence.
With hope came renewed energy; Fang Tiannan had persisted for so many years. Yet although Gu Zhan's talent was not lacking, time waits for no one, which led to the events of a few days ago—fortunately, the white-haired elder returned in time.
Xin Maomiao was truly frightened, speaking in broken breaths, her hands trembling as she received the rifle.