"Don't lie to me, boy!" He slammed his fist on the table as he stared at his grandson. "You will die like your father with that attitude!"
Raging demon (No Rank) ( 31% Mastery)
"Wrong sa kanan!"
It honestly kinda creeped me out a little,only for her to inform me that she was one of my biggest fans,and were happy with just meeting me.
The more Jewel speaks, the more Angel get angry. she glared at him as if he will strangle him if giving the change.
The small human then bore a warm but concerned smile. "Are you – okay? Feeling alright?"
Losing his patience, his hand moved to crush the poor butterfly between his finger to make it suffer, then he would tea tear those annoyingly bright blazing-red wings little by little, slowly murder the little thing. Fortunately, his twisted imagination didn't happen as the brave butterfly swiftly dodged the attacked coming.
"Feeling comfy? You know, it took me quite the effort to find that steel chair you're sitting. Normally, I would've chopped off your arms but I was feeling a little creative today."
He climbed the few steps at the entrance to the gym and opened the double door. He closed it immediately. Thinking of a way to survive, he examined the gym. He saw at his right the gym mattresses, he took one, and placed it more or less easily to the door in order to block it or at least slow it down. He repeated the process three times, in order to have some confidence.
But none had a slightest bit felt something a miss with the current situation.
God damn it! I'm so angry with him!
'She felt deeply fortunate to have married into the Lei Family—no wicked mother-in-law tormenting her, harmonious relationships between the sisters-in-law, and children who were sensible and hardworking.' I literally gasped reading this. In a genre where the evil mother-in-law is basically a MANDATORY trope, the author just... subverts it in one paragraph. Zhao Cuilan is not just 'not evil,' she's genuinely caring—making rice soup for Yueyue, sneaking fish to the kitchen secretly so the kids get a taste, pouring her son's porridge into her own bowl without being asked. And Lei Dashu? The man catches fish, names his grandkids with meaning, and quietly leads by example. The scene where the three kids run home just to see their new baby brothers—Qingyun shouting 'I'm no longer the youngest!'—this is pure childhood joy. But the moment that actually broke me was Zhang Guihua wiping her eyes at the dinner table. She's not crying from sadness, she's crying from gratitude. In a time of scarce resources where every spoonful of fish soup is rationed, this family shares what little they have without hesitation. And Yueyue—she's alone in a strange time, separated from her original world, with newborn twins and no milk. But she's not alone. The family dynamics here feel so earned, not manufactured. Every interaction has weight.