"What happened? Why were you crying? Dad just called me and said you were crying! What's wrong just tell me. I'm on my way. Don't worry. Just tell me what happened," Neer said. From his sound it was clearly evident that he was more worried.
He had little control over them. Like sometimes he had activated a sub gift of Fate which caused him to catch glimpses of the future and past, an orange-haired man in sky destroy hidden leaf village with a single attack, a man with horns and purple ringed eyes facing a giant beast, dead coming back to life, death of his clan at hand of Itachi. He only somehow knew which was past and which was future but not entire context of the visions. He was also able to slow time accidentally once. There were much more undiscovered. Only telekinesis, teleportation, and flying were the ones he could use voluntarily use. He believed it was mainly due to his familiarity with a flying, levitation spell, an apparition.
William's words kept ringing in her head.
Me:"I guess we should learn how to walk first"....
He licked me again and again. Eating me like I was his dinner. Soon I came again. With that he gave me a long lick and leaned back pushing his member in again. I arched again.
Okay so this scene where Lu Yanzhi treats Song Zhiyao's waist is… wow. Let me just say it — the author knows exactly how to write tension. It's not romantic in the traditional sense. There's no softness, no warmth between them. Just cold hands on warm skin and a whole lot of unspoken resentment. The detail about his calloused palms from being a martial artist contrasted with her soft skin — that's not just physical description, that's a metaphor for their entire relationship. He's rough, she's delicate, and the contact leaves a mark on both of them. And then the text says: "That warmth seemed to flow through their contact, seeping into her injury and soothing it." But it doesn't soothe anything else. Not the awkwardness, not the memory of their wedding night, not the fact that he's touching her like she's a patient, not a wife. And then — and this killed me — she remembers their wedding night. His grip on her waist, no escape. She twists away instinctively. He catches her. The room goes silent. This is the most intimate scene in the entire chapter and it's built entirely on discomfort. Neither of them wants this. Neither of them knows what to do with it. And the author just lets it sit there in the silence. I kept waiting for one of them to say something, anything, but they don't. Lu Yanzhi just finishes the treatment and leaves. Song Zhiyao is left lying there, hurt — not just physically, but emotionally. Because even in this moment of forced closeness, he makes it clear: "If you want a divorce paper, I've already given it to you." Ouch. The CP chemistry here is… complicated. It's not the sweet kind. It's the kind where both characters are painfully aware of what could be between them and actively resist it. Which makes every accidental touch feel like a betrayal of their own defenses. I'm not sure if I love it or hate it, but I can't stop thinking about it.
Shi Yan smile to him and rush to the door then go down to the stairs.
Ty for chapter
The merchant nodded, and one of the bodyguards produced two bags of coins, trading them for the few remaining ornaments.
"Ho Ho! Don't be so negative. We will do all that we can to catch the criminals."
'Then how the fuck can you have opinions?!'
"No, it's been a long time. I've moved on"