Chapter 37: Tearing?

Su Wan let out a soft hum. Although she was so exhausted that she didn't even want to move a finger, she refused to admit defeat.

"It was... alright."

Qin Yi chuckled deeply. Su Wan, feeling piqued, pinched his waist with all her might, though her body was so limp that she could barely muster any strength. To Qin Yi, this soft touch didn't feel like a pinch at all; it was more like a tickle, or perhaps an invitation.

He caught her hand and gently hooked his fingers through hers. "What is it? Have I not fed you enough yet?"

They both knew exactly what kind of "feeding" he meant.

"This won't do either! This pig and I share a bond like father and son; how could I possibly sacrifice it just to obtain a bit of money?" the Bird of Benefit insisted.

Qiu Yu listened to this with skepticism. During the Jin Yuan era, it was said that the people of Great Qi stood united against all outsiders.

"Since the two of you have traveled so far, why not come to my palace for a visit? I shall brew a pot of fine tea, and we can sit down to reminisce properly," Zhou Ruoxiao suddenly invited.

After learning of Gao Ying's true identity, he briefly explained the ins and outs of the situation to her.

In truth, the neighbors nearby no longer had any doubts about Xuan Suniu's abilities, but hearing the various descriptions from Jin Yuanbao, they still gave face by letting out one exclamation after another.

Xie Mingxu nodded, watching him leave before continuing forward. After a few steps, he couldn't help but lean against a wall, clutching his agonizingly painful chest. His face turned ghastly pale, and cold sweat, in beads the size of peas, rolled down his forehead.

With the White Dragon here, she could eat and drink well, accept rewards from the dragon, and rest in a grand villa, rather than having to watch those four idiots from the clouds.

The old man still held some authority. Once he spoke, the old mistress of the Li family restrained herself significantly, though she remained unwilling to give up, retorting with a sour, sarcastic remark.

It had been so long, but despite him telling everyone that Han Ya was his woman, there were still people repeatedly trying to scheme against her behind his back.

First, there was Ouyang Anchen, who had snatched away the person who belonged to him, and now another one, Ouyang Bocheng, had appeared, wishing to ruin his reputation.

But unfortunately, Bai Xuefei was no ordinary girl; she had no interest in this spineless man.

Wei Yan did not stand on ceremony; he went straight into the room. His eyes immediately fell upon the neatly stacked silver on the table, and his heart leaped with joy. Without a second thought, he walked over.

After she had slept with Butler Fang, Fang Li repeatedly stated that he didn't mind, because he was her first man and she had only given herself to the butler to protect him. She had been coaxed into believing this, and from then on, she was not only more devoted to Fang Li, but he also told her he was saving money, promising to take her away once he had enough.

He Zishan smiled. He had no expectations for the New Year; in previous years, he had only worked as a helper, receiving a portion of sticky rice cakes and a few copper coins when the work was done.

Hearing someone knock at the door, the old man in red hesitated for a moment before walking over and opening the gates of the Prince's mansion.

He had originally wanted to let Chen Kaitian ascend the throne to try his luck, but now that seemed impossible.

There were many others out there who were just as strong as Lan Risa, or perhaps even weaker than her, as adventurers.

No one seeing this scene would ever imagine that these were two hostile nations.

Bai Xuefei’s heart, which had been in turmoil all day, seemed to have finally found a harbor. He Zishan's embrace was so warm, washing away all her anxieties.

Chu Lan placed a piece down fiercely, with more force than before, landing it precisely between the tears and the bloodstains.

He was filled with dissatisfaction and had nowhere to vent it. He wanted to do everything in his power to erase the scent left behind by the kiss Princess Qiaoqiao had given him through his contact with this woman. Being forceful with her was merely his subconscious taking control; he simply wanted to be covered in a scent he was familiar with and fond of.

"You can be so detached only because this doesn't concern you!" Rong Wanxi spat out fiercely, shaking off the Emperor and attempting to rush inside again.

He hoped that through such desperate labor, he could repay his parents, even if it only lightened their burden by a fraction; he also hoped that through physical exhaustion, he could numb himself and avoid thinking about the examinations.