Chapter 135: Lin Wan's Lin

The man felt a thrill surge through him, and his movements grew increasingly bold.

As his hand slid across her collarbone and began to undo the buttons on her chest, Lin Lu opened her eyes.

Meeting that gaze, heavy with desire, Lin Lu’s heart tightened painfully.

"It’s you..."

The man looked at her and smiled, his eyes burning with even greater greed.

...

It is much like playing against a team with superior skills in a soccer match; you adopt an aggressive press, hoping to disrupt their passing and throw their offense into disarray.

In other words, the helium-3 reserves on the moon are enough to support Earth’s current energy consumption for at least ten thousand years!?

Fortunately, her skirt was long today. The sweeping hem completely concealed her feet; as long as she didn't move, they were entirely invisible from the outside.

Ming Zhu plucked a fruit and popped it into her mouth. With a gentle bite, a refreshing, sugary sweetness flooded her senses. She plucked another and fed it to Xu Linsen, and the two continued their stroll while snacking.

As more and more commoners succumbed to the plague, the people's resentment and fury toward Tang Fei grew with each passing day.

Several Japanese men, likely brokers of some sort, intercepted them with beaming smiles. They chattered incessantly in a mix of Japanese, Ming official language, and dialects from the Fujian and Zhejiang regions, asking only what it was that Yang Guang and his companions wished to buy or sell.

He hadn't expected, however, that his forceful tug would fail to pull the door open. He only succeeded in shaking the entire door frame, which emitted the sound of straining, twisting steel. It was, after all, a proper security door, not a wooden one held shut by a mere latch; it was not so easily broken.

Yu Ying rolled her eyes. Look at that—is this the kind of thing a cute pet should say to its owner? Is that the kind of expression it should make?

Russell’s response dealt Kirk the final blow. After hanging up the phone, Kirk couldn't help but grip the table, struggling to catch his breath for a moment. Just imagining Fan Xun as chairman made his chest ache with unbearable discomfort.

Lin Xu didn't care about the two hundred thousand, but she certainly did. She felt that after risking their lives like this, getting the two hundred thousand would have made it worthwhile. But now, with only five thousand—one-fortieth of the original amount—she felt it was utterly not worth it.

Li Wan’s voice was no more pleasant than Chu Zi’er’s; both were tense, for they knew that if anything went wrong, they would likely die.

An Luxue froze, then glanced at An Luyun, only to find the corners of An Luyun’s mouth curled slightly upward, revealing an undisguised smirk.

The group agreed that this made perfect sense. Du Yixuan gathered up the tattered tents, and they began their journey back.

"Senior Tianling, are you suggesting you suspect the Dark Progenitor is still alive?" the First Reincarnation Master suddenly asked in shock.

Is that so? Others might not understand her, but he had known her for a thousand years; how could he not? Whether she was being absurd or teasing, Mo Mo was always most righteous when she joked—it was a miracle if she wasn't dancing with excitement, so how could she possibly be speaking in such a listless tone?

Ye Ningyuan walked to the window and pushed it open. The London night sky was always gloomy, much like a person’s mood. In that moment, what was he thinking?

"Therefore, tea leaves plucked before the Grain Rain festival are the most fragrant and mellow for brewing Longjing tea. There is a line that captures it perfectly: 'Boiling jade-like marrow in the morning before the Grain Rain, this spring tea is the freshest of them all.'"

With that, the two of them kissed Su Yang on the cheek, then excitedly headed upstairs to pack their things.

Anyone blind enough to bully them was in for a stroke of bad luck. He had deeply experienced the prowess of his mommy and daddy; when it came to verbal combat, they could each take on a hundred, and in terms of physical skill, his daddy could also take on a hundred. What did he have to worry about?

"Haven't I given you enough time? A whole night—a child could be born in that time! Why are you still dawdling?" Old Man Mo erupted once more, his cold eyes fixed on the two brothers.