He took her wrist and suddenly yanked her forward, catching the unprepared Yao Qingmu in his arms.
He repeatedly warned himself in his heart, but it was useless. The burning pressure in his lower abdomen and the passion filling his chest seemed to be working against him, clamoring—he wanted her. He wanted to have her even more than he wanted Meng Fang.
They knew their son all too well. That unlucky brat was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Without something in it for him, he would never stick his neck out.
The gray ball of light grew larger and brighter, while the Great Elder's cries became increasingly agonized and distant.
Before long, Yin Luoxuan's people came again to confirm whether Su Wanrong had returned. Upon receiving word that Su Wanru was safe and sound, they quickly sent someone to notify Yin Luoxuan.
Although she had always kept an eye on Cu State and knew that it had been plagued by war in recent years, with one fire put out only for another to flare up elsewhere, Murong Che had been run ragged. He had nearly died several times because of it.
Shengshi felt her heart beating lightly and slowly, pulse after pulse, like some elusive rhythm, exceptionally soft and gentle.
Although Leng Muhan remained calm, the air had clearly grown much heavier. Everyone stopped laughing and kept a wary eye on their surroundings.
"Senior Sister is amazing!" Qingqing excitedly followed behind me, scampering back to the office.
Gu Lanshan wanted to turn around and leave, but she did not seem like someone who had lost Gu Enen as her sister. She clenched her fists tightly, avoided looking into Han Chengchi's eyes, and waited for him to speak.
But among those three, the one he hated most was Lu Jianxing, and