Settle down, or else which girl would ever be willing to marry you?

Xia Huajiao looked at Gu Zhaojing in astonishment: "Tonight?"

He had only confessed his feelings yesterday, and tonight he wanted to...?!

Gu Zhaojing met her gaze with absolute openness: "How could your heart bear to let me drive you all the way back, only to come back and sleep on the sofa? I have at least a few beds right here!"

Pausing for a moment, a hint of a smile flickered in his eyes: "Rest assured, I know you are not a casual person. I won't cross any lines tonight!!"

Xia Huajiao instantly blushed furiously: "What are you even saying?"

Chu Yuman felt a chill in her heart, her face still brimming with anger. Yet a moment later, realizing she could not land a single blow on Du Lingshan, she had no choice but to withdraw her hands in frustration.

The men here tend to be quite reserved. Compared to the men of the Jin Kingdom, the men of Nanshao are relatively more conservative. In Nanshao, a man who acts dissolute could never hope to find a wife. Just look around—among those with terrible reputations in Nanshao, how many have ever managed to secure a wife?

Lanyu replied in a loud voice, though she was still hesitating whether to bring the wiretap and the perspective imaging device along. She seemed profoundly indecisive.

Ye Zhen kept them company until a little past five, judging that it was almost time for him to leave. "You guys go ahead and play, but don't forget to head back tonight." With Zhuo Xin's temperament, if he got too carried away, he might just end up renting another hotel room outside to keep partying.

When I left, I only informed my father and kept it a secret from everyone else, out of concern that it might trigger unnecessary misunderstandings and worry.

Inside the hospital room, Xue Junyi lay on the bed, gazing out the window. She knew this incident was no accident; otherwise, the organization would not be announcing her death to the outside world tomorrow.

"Could it be that you want me to chew it up in my mouth and feed it to you mouth-to-mouth..." Evidently letting his imagination run wild in the most severe way, Li Liting looked at Su Jun's alluring sickness shining through her pain, while Li Xiaofeng's unsightly complexion gradually turned flushed and burning hot.

Ding Zhen was well aware of the disadvantages of confronting her right then and there. With every step Wangmei advanced, he retreated a matching step backward to ensure he never came into close proximity with her. Finally, he simply whirled around and bolted out of the building, escaping posthaste.

"Sigh~" Letting out another helpless sigh, Allen raised his head and caught sight of a figure gradually approaching from afar.

As it turned out, the Battle Saint Fist was not his ultimate divine technique; rather, it was this astonishingly breathtaking sword intent.

At this juncture, he could no longer trust any of his confidants. Yet he still dared to trust Luo Tong, because he believed in Luo Tong's character.

Mondo's gaze was ice-cold as he swept a frigid glance over Mengqi. If his son hadn't provoked this disaster, why would he need to waste their ultimate trump card? A primordial attack separated from a Spiritual King realm expert was simply too precious.

At that very moment, Zhan Zuyun was certain that the other party had killed his second brother, yet not a shred of sorrow showed in his eyes.

Tianxing held an absolute hegemonic status on this planet, ruling over it entirely.

Having made up his mind, Tan Yun's storage ring flashed, and a wind-and-lightning-attributed, tier-five lower-grade divine battle-axe materialized in his hand.

Yet the sect before them had far too few members. From Yunlan and Liu Fei's perception, the entire sect possessed only a few dozen auras, none of which fell below the Martial Ancestor realm. This was genuinely bizarre.

It was rare to encounter a powerhouse at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, so Wu Chen, driven by the desire to forge a favorable connection, shared the experiential insights he had gathered from Xuanqing Daoren's memories.

"Rest assured, I do not slaughter the innocent indiscriminately, but not just any body is worthy of Cangyue!" Xing Tianzhan rasped hoarsely.

Kui Ma and his companions did not confront Lin Feng head-on; instead, they loitered on the fringes of the battlefield, watching their warriors perish one after another with agonizing heartache.

The summer of the first semester of sophomore year coincided with a basketball competition held by the school. Eventually, the two classes that fought their way into the finals were from the junior year. Driven by the thrill of eyeing handsome guys, I went along—and unexpectedly laid eyes upon Du Bin.

Lost in thought, Chen Jie followed the instructions taught by Physician Bai, sealing several major acupressure points on Wu Zhong to slow down his circulation and minimize blood loss.