Chang Xiaoxiao stood stunned for a long moment before finally collecting herself and saying,
"Ying'er... no, I mean, God!"
"I... I've never had a boyfriend before... let alone those kinds of experiences!"
Aside from feeling relieved that she'd never been in a relationship,
Chang Xiaoxiao was mostly shocked by the sheer boldness of the question.
This was way too much!
God Ying'er showed no hint of disappointment and instead calmly replied,
"No problem, there’s an additional rule..."
"If you draw a question you can’t answer or don’t have—"
Gu Nanxi couldn’t be bothered to handle their legal disputes, so she sent someone to fetch Jingniang, letting them sort it out themselves.
Li Chang'an pulled a flask of rice wine from his robe, and Zhang Yun, quick on the uptake, retrieved a few bowls and chopsticks from a chest.
Back then, he must have been out of his mind—just because Jingniang had gifted him a fine sword, he thought she’d make a great sister-in-law.
As it turned out, Phillips’ discoveries proved highly valuable to the affiliated research institutions under ADM.
In an instant, the Education Alliance, now without its backbone, was like a beast with its spine shattered—its former glory fading fast.
"But..." Zhou Shengliang opened and closed his mouth a few times, glancing between the two people in front of him and the murmuring crowd around them. He knew Song Lin was right.
At first, the sachet Chu Jiuli had given him managed to suppress the churning in his stomach, but the journey had been so rough that even the scent of the sachet could no longer keep the nausea at bay.
Suddenly, they felt Lu Mufeng didn’t deserve such harsh treatment—there was no need to snap at him. A friendly suggestion would suffice.
Li Chang'an gave him a calm look but said nothing before turning to address the villagers behind him.
Jingniang, however, felt she had nothing left to lose. She decided to throw caution to the wind and fight for justice.
Du Qianjie said gravely, "This matter involves too many secrets, so I must beg your pardon for not elaborating. But Your Majesty need only remember this: the Nine Heads will never strike against Huacheng, but neither will they ever fight on Huacheng’s behalf." The words sounded diplomatic, almost like a personal opinion at first glance.
When Wei Ximeng confirmed it again, Old Man Qian couldn’t help but let his joy show on his face, despite knowing he shouldn’t act improperly in front of his betters. The other old men sitting behind them reacted the same way.
As his body slowly levitated, Chu Feng didn’t waste any more time. He had to evacuate the entire fox tribe before the wolf clan noticed anything amiss. If the Demon Emperor arrived, the great battle would erupt prematurely. Against both the Demon Emperor and the Demon Venerable, Chu Feng had no guarantee of victory—and the fox tribe would suffer for it.
They were still young. If they were branded as thieves, when would they ever hold their heads high again?
Sun Chou wasn’t one to back down easily, and the scene grew increasingly bloody as the ancient demon god fully unleashed its slaughterous instincts, drowning in its thirst for carnage.
Seeing her like this, I suddenly wished I’d been a better student. If only I hadn’t wasted my youth, building nothing but a pair of muscular arms—then maybe I could skip class as brazenly as she did.
Realizing Wang Jiacci was determined to handle this herself, I couldn’t help but sigh and watch her silently.
He wasn’t one to fight over things and trusted that Brother Jun wouldn’t shortchange him. But he didn’t want Luo Yuhuan to wait too long. If he had to endure the probation period before cultivating, then he had no choice but to fight for those five spirit stones.
Her fried pumpkin cakes were always extra crispy—probably because she didn’t flip them in time. But he loved that slightly burnt, caramelized flavor.
Yan Qi looked at him with an unreadable gaze—was it pity? Reproach? Or something else entirely, impossible to decipher?
Li Weiran understood the mindsets of the seated committee members perfectly. But with a cold inner laugh, he thought, This time, everyone is bound to be disappointed.
"My first Pokémon is you—go!" The Tengshu Gym Leader shouted as he hurled a Poké Ball. A flash of white light later, his first Pokémon, a Machop, appeared.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
