Huang Xiaojuan took a deep breath, angrily retorting, “I didn’t want to say this, but you forced me. Xiao Feng isn’t your brother-in-law’s child; your sister cheated behind his back!” What the heck! After blurring the lines between right and wrong, now she wants to invert them? If Xia Mian wasn’t holding the child, she […]
People with experience quickly questioned, “Only half a year apart? Wasn’t Xiao Feng said to be six years old?” “Six years old? Does that look like a six-year-old to you?” “True, he looks more like three to me.” “If he’s half a year older than Xuanxuan, that makes him four and a half.”
Wen Zixing scratched his head, “I’m not very clear about the details. The rumors are quite fragmented.” Du Qianshan explained, “Not just us, even the peak masters don’t seem to have a full picture.” Chao Muxue didn’t know much either. Although she was the sect leader’s personal disciple, she had only been in the sect
Cradling the sleeping Wenwen in his arms, Si Yue guided Fu Yunruo into the castle and then to a particular room. This expansive bedroom was evidently designed for a child, with its layout segmented into different areas, all adorned with kid-friendly furnishings and decor. In the center lay a large bed where Si Yue gently
Huang Xiaojuan was tightly gripped by the collar and unable to escape. Moreover, she was wearing lightweight summer attire, so she couldn’t resist too strongly for fear of ripping her clothes and revealing herself. Xia Mian was merciless; after being hit hard repeatedly, Huang Xiaojuan bit her lip and reached out to grab Xia Mian.
Xia Mian turned around and saw the child crouched fearfully in a corner of the sofa, his clear, large eyes filled with terror and unease. Xia Mian hurriedly went over and hugged him, saying, “Don’t be afraid, baby, Auntie is here.” The child trembled in her arms. Xia Mian then remembered that he must be
In a remote corner of the cemetery, a middle-aged woman bent over to pull the weeds around, revealing a rough tombstone. On the tombstone was a yellowed old photo of a three- or four-year-old boy with delicate facial features, his lips pursed in a light smile and his clear gaze seeming to pierce through those
In Minjiang First High School, there was a selection test before a student could join any academic competition class. The lesson time for the competition class was arranged during evening self-study, which seems to have no conflict with the regular classes. However, once students join the competition class, they would inevitably invest their spare time
Inhaling deeply, Meng Qi looked at Yun Qingyan: “A-and thus, we have no choice but to become… to become Dao companions.” She knew this was for the sake of the secrets in the jade slips, for the Ten Absolutes Mountain, and possibly for all cultivators in the Three Thousand Worlds or even the three realms.
“Daddy! Father!” Lu Yaoyao’s face was flushed with excitement as she stood opposite the chessboard, tugging at the hem of each of her fathers’ clothes. What a great day it was! Father and Daddy were getting along so well! She looked left and right, brimming with satisfaction, feeling double the joy!