44. The Swindler

Webbed fingers pressed against her soft, warm cheek as he lifted Ruan Li's chin.
"Ruan Li, do you still love me now?"
Ruan Li froze slightly, not just because of the question he asked, but more because of her clear and sudden realization of the merman's breathtaking beauty.
Even though his eyes were chillingly devoid of emotional fluctuation, his blue eyes resembled the quiet, deep ocean. His elf-like ears and the gills fluttering rhythmically against his cheeks only seemed to add further embellishment to his allure.

After much deliberation, Liunian still felt that the figure of thirty percent was a bit too high. Did this also imply that Ling Qing's danger coefficient was extremely high as well?
His face turned pale to an extreme degree. The look he cast at Ye Chen was one of dread and creeping horror; although he had crossed paths with many martial experts and many deranged individuals, he had never before encountered someone who, while still only in their teens, had grown so overwhelmingly powerful to this extent.

At that time, she had been thinking that once Yan Yi finished his meal, she would have someone invite him upstairs so he could examine and treat Ling Qing thoroughly once again.
He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and squatted down, submerging his entire body into the icy pool water, leaving only his head exposed above the surface.

As for her elder brother, he worried that she might offend Ximin abroad and be quietly and ruthlessly exterminated by that old hag, which was why he had informed her and issued a stern warning.
I said to myself, if I didn't help, it wouldn't make sense, but if I did help... would I really have to go to Lanfei and say, "Fei, my buddy likes you, go be with him"? Putting aside my own awkwardness, Lanfei would probably have slapped me across the face right off the bat.

"Heh... It is far too impolite to address you by your given name, so this old servant shall respectfully call you Miss Ji. I have come here now to inform you that the Murong Family Head is currently occupied, but he just sent his personal attendant to relay a message."
Upon hearing Madam Quan's words, He Niannian froze for a fleeting moment. Once it registered, her face flushed crimson in an instant, and she cast an embarrassed glance at Meng Fanlang beside her, hoping he would rescue her from this awkward predicament.

The Ghost-Hand Saint Physician paused briefly. Wrapped entirely in a black robe at the moment, no one could pierce through his intentions or figure out what he was planning.
Taking a deep, silent breath, Jun Chenhan reminded himself to remain calm. As long as Ling Qing was willing to return with him today, he was willing to wait for her. Therefore, even though Ling Qing currently gave him no response whatsoever, he had to patiently wait it out.

In summer, one only needed to wear a white shirt and blue trousers; during spring and autumn, a tunic and trousers were required, with personal adjustments made underneath according to the season, such as wool sweaters and trousers. If one were lucky, a woolen overcoat would even be re-issued as work attire in the winter.

Ge Silan was so furious that she freed one hand to grab his ear, twisting it hard as she barked, "Get out..." Ge Silan had never imagined in her wildest dreams that Yu Shoulian would be so bold! So uninhibited! Taking advantage of the moment her attention was distracted, he mischievously undid the button of his trousers, unleashing his weapon of ruin, and drove straight into her inexplicably surging, overflowing wetness.

Ji Yuwai smiled derisively, yet an unusual gleam flickered deep within those narrow, phoenix-like eyes—a gleam of pure excitement.
Shi Yang roared like a prehistoric beast, his gaze burning with the intent to devour everyone in sight.

There is a vast gulf of difference between one or a few individuals aspiring to become live-streamers versus an entire circle of Confucian scholars.
That evening, Fu Heng was once again strolling through the capital's antique and calligraphy market, yet after wandering through several shops in succession, he still failed to find any calligraphy or paintings that caught his fancy.

After pondering over every possible angle, Fu Heng already had a plan in mind in his heart. Since the Emperor would not favor a subject harboring overly deep scheming, he would handle the matter in the simplest way possible.
Li's father fell into silence. No, if things went on this way, the country could never develop; backwardness meant taking beatings. To say nothing of anything else, the frequent changes in leadership at the top were nothing less than a brutal struggle for power.

Yan Chisu was, after all, his student, and he ought to take responsibility for him. Hanging in this state of uncertainty made Ning Yu feel somewhat absent-minded during class. Perhaps he should go check on him once class was over, Ning Yu thought to himself.