"..." Amethyst remained composed, but Tian Cheng's face clearly had not been tempered to the point of being impervious to fire and water.
He was now standing beneath the hanging-flower gate. Aside from Lou Xiaoe beside him, no one could see his current expression.
While Yuan Xi and Huo Shiyan were eating, a bodyguard nearby hurried over and whispered in Huo Shiyan's ear.
The moment Yi Zhonghai spoke, even Jia Zhangshi, who had been crying miserably, suddenly fell silent.
"Candied hawthorn. Would Ranran like to try some?" Ji Lingzhou held the glossy, enticing-looking candied hawthorn up to Cheng Mingran's lips.
He held Cheng Mingran's hand. She was somewhat baffled. Why did she suddenly feel that something was off about Ji Lingzhou's mood?
Listening to Jia Zhangshi's wailing, not only Huang Xiuzhen but even the others around them were left speechless.
Fortunately, she still had a strappy bikini beneath her clothes. Yet this half-concealed state, paired with her full figure that was utterly unsuited to her age, only made her look even more sensual and alluring.
With three days left until the fifteenth, Yuan Xi followed Huo Shiyan back to the Huo family's old residence for a family dinner.
Yet throughout history, such things had been exceedingly rare. After all, the love between a god and a king was far weightier than mortals could imagine.
As a result, she suffered an unprecedentedly brutal counterattack from Senior Feihong, who dug up a huge pile of old and bad debts.
Once he was old enough to understand things and remember them, their family of three would naturally travel and properly enjoy this world.
Two rows of men, eight yellow-clad palace guards carrying sabers and lanterns, passed before Jia'er as they chatted and laughed quietly, then strode away.
"Hiss!" The moment Mother Li, who