Chapter 86: Was There Sadness in His Gaze Toward Her?

“Then let’s get ready to head out soon. I’ve already called Zhao Jinchen and the others.”
She hadn’t expected Ouyang Junyan to be so quick!
Fang Zhiyin stared at him in surprise. “When did you call them?”
“When you weren’t paying attention,” he replied with a mysterious smile. “Are you starting to find me a little charming now?”
What nonsense!
“So we’ll be leaving soon.” Without giving her a chance to object, Ouyang Junyan pushed her toward the room. “Go pick out something to wear. Once you’ve changed, we’ll go.”
Though she protested, Fang Zhiyin thought that since Ouyang had already called, she couldn’t be late. Besides, Zhao Jinchen and his wife worked in the entertainment industry, and Fang Zhiyin…
As her words fell, Guyun keenly sensed two gazes settle on him at once—one cold as ice, filled with undisguised murderous intent.
Her mind grew hazy, memories surging up so quickly she could hardly breathe.
She wished desperately they could stay together like this forever, so she could keep looking at him, never to be separated for life.

No matter how mature and steady Lan Mu seemed, he was still just a boy of seventeen or eighteen. Hearing Ah Jiu’s sincere wish to share his burdens, he spilled all his worries and fears without reservation.
It was hard not to imagine he might have taken advantage of her unconsciousness to do unspeakable things.
Su Yinyin looked at Lin Nuannuan in confusion, and only with Dong’er’s urging did she reluctantly sit down.
His other large hand slipped under her hem and set her skin ablaze wherever it touched, while his kisses drifted slowly, inch by inch, downward.
Lu Tangtang nearly rolled her eyes. What “Brother Mo”? Has Ji Yanmo ever admitted to that? At most, they were acquaintances in the past, yet here she was, acting like the main wife before the real one!
Whenever I thought that my child might die because of the seal Ming Si placed, waves of uncontrollable fury rose in my chest—a hatred for Ming Si. However much I loved him before, that’s how much I hate him now. I hated his cruelty, his heartlessness.
That reporter had pulled every string he had just to get to Di Renjie and secure this exclusive story, so naturally, he’d already gathered all the background information on him.
I curled up in Qingling’s arms, closed my eyes, and decided to play the turtle—meeting every change by remaining unchanged.
Director Wu’s words suggested reluctance, but rather than refuse, he picked up the briefcase and placed it in his desk drawer.
Li Xiaoyao didn’t feel a shred of sympathy. The man’s account was so muddled that he still couldn’t quite understand what had happened all those years ago.

Though they were clearly in the wrong, if the school decided to punish them severely, it might still stir up unnecessary trouble.
Dari’s figure was completely engulfed by the blast. The arena descended into chaos, rubble flying everywhere and hammering against the magical barrier with a deafening racket. The shield shook violently, on the verge of shattering.
By evening, Lakaros was still bustling, but the area where Dari lived was a poor district, home to laborers who, after a long day, would fall asleep right after dinner. At this hour, few ventured outside.
Guanlan Sect used secret arts from the Sect of Creation to disperse their bloodline, having ordinary disciples share in the bloodline of the Seven Heroes of Guanlan, thus passing the test.
With a thunderous rumble, the lake for miles around shook violently. Mud flew everywhere as a colossal form was dragged up from the depths.
With no other choice, Bai Wei let Ning Feng’s An Lushan-like hands continue to ravage her chest.
It was destined to be a long night. Xu Zheng listened to Jin Ling, transformed into an old woman, reminiscing about the past. Not only did he show no impatience, but his face was full of happiness.
“Tong Hong, what’s wrong? You wanted to talk to me? Couldn’t you have said it in the classroom? Did we really have to come up to the rooftop?” Li Xiaofan looked around, feeling a bit exasperated.