Chapter 727: Spine

For a long time, the boy’s furious movements softened into slow affection.

After some time, Pei Ye pulled away from her lips and gently lifted his head. The blush on her face had long faded; she gazed at him quietly, offering neither resistance nor motion.

They looked into each other’s eyes.

“Finished kissing?” she said, voice slightly hoarse.

“Mm.” Pei Ye looked down at her.

Li Xizhou turned her gaze aside: “I anticipated many things, but I didn’t expect you to grow even more—”

What Wang Xuan didn’t know was that as soon as he left Yongyang Faction, someone slipped away in secret.

Immediately, the two maids ran to the chairs across the room, sat down, pulled out their large tablet phones, silenced them, and gave Jiang Yun a close-up shot with great seriousness.

He had considered every possible reaction of the dragon and devised countermeasures—raiding the base, taunting, disrupting—all of it.

“Master Li, what motivation drives you to insist on this surgery?” Li Wanke asked, frowning.

Although she knew the wisteria baskets sold for more money and understood Wang Qingyun might give her extra copper coins, when twice the amount actually landed in her hands, she couldn’t have been happier.

Looking down at Zhang Cuihua’s pale, beautiful face in unconsciousness, especially at her large, firm breasts pressed tightly against his chest, Jiang Yun felt an involuntary surge of lust in his groin and couldn’t help gripping her rounded buttocks.

Had it not been for Ye Liangyi’s resolve, and the deep inner power of Luo Mingchang and Prince Xiao Ming, Mu Shaosi might never have been saved.

The Empress Dowager shook her head; she didn’t understand why she had given birth to such a merciful emperor.

Cheng Chen sighed helplessly, hoping his heart could calm, that he could stop thinking about these troublesome matters.

But no matter what, Si Qiu, even if he had acted solely for the Water Star Clan, could not reverse his wrong decision, and it meant he could no longer remain as the chief of the Water Star Clan—nor could the Water Star Clan avoid appointing a new chief.

“This… probably isn’t a prank or some conspiracy,” said the muscular man Jiang Gan, speaking calmly. “Everything written here is fact. Before this, the four of us were scattered across the land, strangers to each other—there’s no way anyone we all knew could have orchestrated this.”

But once the operatic tone began, the feeling took hold—like strong liquor rising to the head, drowning one in ecstasy, unable to break free.

“Cao Jiandang, you’re doing this to frame me, aren’t you?” At last, Xu Aiguo spoke.

Even imagining preparing for a child, he couldn’t fathom how he would feel once the child arrived.

“Sue who?” He stretched his neck, eyes wide, then shrank into his turtle shell and rolled down the stairs with a muffled rumble, as if even the turtle in the wishing pool was astonished.

She felt people like her parents only brought harm to the world—let alone her sisters.

Yet the lighting in the hall wasn’t candles, but genuine crystal chandeliers, adding further eeriness to the empty space.

After all the buildup, he didn’t believe he was still a suspect; besides, the police had already investigated and confirmed his alibi—what difference would new clues make?

But because the unrenovated building had more human activity, the zombies refused to come out.

At this moment, the envoys of the four nations asked the Earth Dragon Grand Academician to stop, then each extended a hand to shake his farewell.

This performance today was genuinely heartfelt acting. Sometimes, the director acts better than the actor. Of course, every emotion of hers was real.

“No, don’t do this,” I could no longer feign calmness, pushing and striking him hard. Perhaps he hadn’t intended to force me; seeing how violently I resisted, he let go without struggle.