39. Their Dream

He spoke only two sentences, yet those two sentences alone were enough to instantly banish Ouyang Che’s hazy drowsiness and leave his face drained of color.

Gu Ling’er was stunned. Her dark eyes, like two black grapes, remained fixed on Long Linfei, unable to recover for a long time. She did not know when this "cold-faced zombie" had begun leaning toward becoming a warm-hearted man, and a faint smile could not help but tug at the corners of her mouth.

She, Lan Lianxia, would seal that memory deep within her heart forever; perhaps she would never again touch upon those unbearable memories of the past.

"Who are you, miss?" Old Cai walked to the door, and seeing that Gu Ling’er was a stranger, he asked with a puzzled expression.

"When she makes her move, I shall kill her at the right moment!" Li Shuang’er followed up on Shen Ruxiu’s words, suddenly enlightened, her excitement tinged with a hint of malice.

A grasshopper flew in from somewhere and landed on the car window, its wings pulsing as if it might fly away at any moment.

Pan Jinlian’s voice was laced with sobs. Wu Song felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation, but this was a private matter between a husband and wife; in ancient times, there was no such thing as marital rape, and even in modern times, it would be difficult to prosecute.

"I know I didn’t find the wrong person; you are Li Shimin!" Ji Li’s voice became deep and seductive—or rather, oppressive. If looks could kill, Li Zhishi would have died a hundred times over.

"Heh, anyone who dares to target the commander along this road must be out of their mind!" Yang Shu laughed heartily.

When I changed into clean clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up, I saw the water glass sitting on the vanity from afar. Inside the cup was a pink toothbrush, and next to it lay a newly bought tube of toothpaste. I was suddenly filled with a sense of utter warmth.

The weather at the end of August was unbearably hot, and the cicadas were just as deafening, but this grove, which housed the graves of human heroes and martyrs, remained relatively cool. There were over 7,000 graves in the T-section of the cemetery; these were the ones with names, while those without were represented by a memorial monument.

"Pass on my orders: troops, fall back and form a square formation." Remont’s voice was low, lacking its former sharpness.

The middle-aged man was in a state of extreme instability, screaming at the police at the top of his lungs in an abnormally agitated frenzy.

They all held pivotal positions in Yun He’s life, yet Yun He never had the chance to show them filial piety.

Macrinus gritted his teeth, feeling the desperation of the destitute, yet he had to consider the current situation. After all, his claim to the throne was illegitimate, and the coalition of the Parthian and Han armies, numbering over 400,000, combined with millions of young, able-bodied men burning, killing, and looting throughout the country, was truly a massive problem.

Huo Donglai frowned slightly, his heart aching uncontrollably again. That pain drew out thousands of threads, winding endlessly around his heart, often causing his breath to hitch. This situation was happening more and more frequently.

It was not unheard of for a queen to execute a concubine, but the concubine had died in such a gruesome manner that if it were to spread, it would inevitably invite scandal.

"I did not know the Empress was so magnanimous!" Liu Bingyi’s eyes also held a smile. "This Yun Se shares a close bond with you, Empress. Would you care to tell me about it?" There was no room for refusal in that display of imperial authority, and with his arms crossed over his chest, he made it clear he wanted to hear those past stories, leaving Huo Chengjun no choice but to comply.

The Prince had said she could not bear children, which hit upon her greatest insecurity. She did not know why, but after several years of marriage, there had been no sign of a pregnancy. Although she thought that since the Prince already had adult heirs, it should not matter, she still felt as though something was missing.

Lying in the doghouse and watching a show with headphones on, Keke the dog grinned broadly, which only made Maoqiu’s whiskers twitch with irritation.

Upon returning to the locker room, the players remained highly excited. Henson was also very happy; it seemed his strategy had been a success.

Westbrook leaped for a block, but the basketball did not fly toward the rim; instead, it flew toward the middle. Griffin, cutting to the basket, caught the ball, took two steps, jumped high, and slammed a two-handed dunk into the hoop.

In the end, an overly excited Cousins fouled out. Although he played only 15 minutes, he delivered a versatile stat line of 14 points, 6 rebounds, 3 assists, 1 steal, and 1 block, filling the stat sheet.

Surging flame energy rushed into him, clashing and flowing through his body, eventually transforming into two beams of fire that shot from his eyes.

Just as he touched his own hair, a hand gently took over the task. Du Yan instinctively wanted to turn back to look, but another hand landed on his shoulder.

Yu Huan and Alice Englert embraced, beginning the most traditional Western way of welcoming the New Year—a New Year’s kiss.

Unlike Zhang Li’s mood, the other two carrier fleets were plunged into absolute shock and terror.

Once Xie Boshun learned of the secret Du Yan held, and fearing the power Du Yan commanded, he would inevitably use this incident to drive a wedge between Du Yan and He Jin.

"Beauty, are you craving warmth?" The silver-masked man placed Luo Yan on the bed, pressing his body against hers suggestively, breathing out a lingering sigh that carried a warmth that ignited desire.

Above the hundred-level heavenly stairs stood three great thrones; the center one was the highest, and the two on the sides were slightly lower, signifying the hierarchy of the Kun stage. On the center throne sat the Duke of Yuanzhao, Fuxi, while on the side thrones sat Luo Xuan’s biological father, Luo Guanqing, and his adoptive mother, Duan Keqing.

"Dong’er," before the voice faded, Ling Dongwu felt a blur before her eyes, and she was already held in Mu Zicheng’s embrace. Mu Zicheng’s arms clutched her shoulders tightly, his chin resting gently against her forehead, his warm body heat enveloping her entirely.

"Girl, you’ve already tried, haven’t you?" Meng Po suddenly understood and spoke slowly.

Her face, still pale from the recent recovery of her severe injuries, revealed nothing of her emotions through her faint expression.

Dr. He provided emergency care for Ruirui, but in the end, a detailed check-up at the hospital was necessary. Therefore, Butler Fu called the hospital and summoned an ambulance at the same time.

"What did Minmin tell you? Or what did you ask her?" Yang Shizhong said very seriously.

Thus, Cen Kexin once again openly skipped her history teacher’s class and went to the club again.