Chapter 82: Continuing with Sweet Moments

Ming Shuang, whose face was as red as a ripe tomato, stood frozen in place, her heart pounding in confusion. What should I do? What should I say? Should I just stay silent and mysterious like a man, stride over, lift his chin, and kiss him? No, I can’t—what if I lose control and my strong arm touches Shishu’s wound by accident?

Ergou, still hesitating, was a perfect example of “an imagination as tall as a giant, but when it comes to action, as small as a dwarf.” No matter how much you play things out in your head, it’s useless when it comes to the real thing.

Especially in front of the one you adore, if you lose your nerve at a crucial moment, or if a sudden sense of morality overtakes you, any hope of seducing them is as good as gone.

Little Shishu pulled the blanket up over himself, propped his head on one hand, and lay on his side on the bed, smiling at Ming Shuang. “Weren’t you rather talkative on the stairs just now? Why so quiet now?”

Kana wanted to answer like that, but she knew such words were best left unspoken; if she really said them aloud, shy Rie would probably break down on the spot.

With scenes like these playing out one after another in the very first episode, many young viewers found themselves unconsciously hooked, eager to keep watching. To them, this was quintessential Qin—surely even more hilarious and classic lines were yet to come.

This was the first real proof of his ability and persuasiveness since becoming the leader here: from yesterday to today, the giants had appeared only twice. The fact that Ye Tanyun could deduce this pattern suggested he might truly possess secrets about the giants.

Many viewers were already waiting punctually in front of their televisions, having tuned in early to Jinmen Radio.

Pete suddenly sat bolt upright, staring in shock at Pete. Was it possible? Was there really such a monstrous talent in the Dragon Kingdom?

At this point, no one could rely on hidden cards, so few had truly surpassed the mid-stage of the Dan Yuan realm.

Wei Siyu had barely begun to relax when the sound of an overturned table crashed from another room. He hurried over to check what had happened.

External forces at the level of the Three Souls realm had also come under attack, and now the Divine Pattern Hall was suffering the same fate.

No matter how nonsensical the system’s ramblings, the Purple Cloud Manual had nonetheless benefited Feng Bugui greatly—and from it, he had even found a way to rid himself of the drawbacks of the Star-Absorbing Technique.

Wawa didn’t recognize these peonies, but Shadowcat did; these were the “Black Peony Freak,” one of the three great guardians of the Black Forest Gang.

Of course, if Liunian ended up watching it and it wasn’t to her taste, then that mansion the entire Jun family treasured so dearly would, to Si Luhen, be nothing more than a useless house.

“What, are you only now realizing how good-looking I am?” he said with a slight, amused curve to his lips—clearly, her words had pleased him.

Bang! Bang! Bang! There was a frantic knocking at the door, and as soon as it opened, Sherlock and Watson burst in, slamming it shut behind them.

Mu Nuanxi nearly felt as if she’d been struck by lightning when she saw Yan Ji, flowers in hand and as elegant as ever, striding toward her while a crowd of students looked on.

Fang Bai gathered his wits and gestured politely. Behind him, the room had changed; seawater began to flow in, yet did not spill through the open door, and the floor was now dotted with vibrant coral and swaying seaweed.

Sensing the aura from Shang Tian, I was deeply shocked. At this moment, he was stronger than I was—at the very peak of Dao Sovereign, giving the impression he could step into Dao Star at any moment.

Moreover, Mu Yixi was born to wear clothes; he’d look good in anything. Now, dressed in a pure-white groom’s suit, Gu Xiaoxiao felt as if she were seeing a real prince on a white horse.

“I’m looking forward to it as well.” Fang Bai escorted the famous heir of Osborne Enterprises to the door. Outside, the city bustled as usual, as if this were the opening to a film.

After seeing Meng Jingyi and Xiao Heng off, Wen Jiaren called Caesar again, but only got the message that his phone was off.

Then, they saw the majestic sea of clouds vanish, replaced by rolling meadows, forests, and a vast blue sky. After being trapped within the Soul Gathering Nail for centuries, the two of them were filled with irrepressible joy.