Chapter 58: First Kiss

Lin Shiyun’s voice trembled slightly as she clung tightly to Lin Yu’s waist, terrified that if she let go, he would vanish, even more afraid that she would wake tomorrow only to lose him all over again.

Lin Yu gently comforted her, “Sister, don’t worry. From now on, I’ll always be by your side, protecting you and taking care of you.”

Burying her head against his chest, Lin Shiyun tightened her embrace around his waist.

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He had heard before that some families, ground down by hardship, would seize the opportunity while still young and strong to move beyond the frontier in search of a better life. Some really did make their fortunes and, years later, returned home in fine clothes.

She did not conceal the truth and recounted to Madam Huo how she had met Zhan Huai, settled him in the house on Gaosheng Alley, and how Duke Min’s party had been ambushed, resulting in the death of a stand-in, relaying everything in broad strokes.

Soon, the musketeer squad would return to camp, and then it would be clear at a glance how many remained, and how many had died or been wounded.

Doug took the snare pole, slowly opened the cage door, exchanged a glance with Rodney, and then slid the long pole inside from outside.

While the Chinese team was still debating whether to adopt the European double-sided topspin style, the North Dynasty, whom we had always thought backward and closed-off, had already produced someone who mastered the more technically demanding and advanced forward-looping topspin.

Accompanying Mi Xingbang to meet the younger players were also two marginal figures. Representing the Capital Team was Coach Zheng.

After all, the Wolverines were a newly risen team this year, and their fan base in Europe was nowhere near as strong as that of Seifer and Primoratz.

Unlike Kober and the others, as the core of the team, Lynde was well aware that the Elven Team’s finances were stretched to the limit.

The situation Milly now faced was far more severe than most couples’, for he now inhabited a dog, while his real body lay comatose, a living vegetable.

At this moment, Victoria gazed at the portraits of the Milan 1982 team’s main players hanging high in the arena. Among them was a Chinese man, eyes blazing with fury, mouth open in a roar, his chiseled, harsh features exuding a ferocity that struck fear into the beholder.

Anger... was their first reaction, but beneath the rage was a deep, bone-chilling terror.

Equally dappled by the light was that wall of red maples, carved with leaves of all shapes and sizes—a sight not easily forgotten.

Startled by the man’s voice, Yuan Momo jerked her eyes open, only to find herself clinging to Ye Zifeng’s chest like a koala, her long legs draped across him, sprawled indecently without a trace of dignity.

Holding Yuan Momo close, Ye Zifeng climbed into the car worth more than twenty million, under the envious, jealous, and awestruck stares of all around.

He also sought out a mason to commission several large millstones and had Blacksmith Niu forge a few sets of iron chains.

But Boss Cheng had a particularly twisted fetish—he liked to inflict violence during intimacy. Every time Bian Qiu attended to him, he would be left battered and bruised; on several occasions, he was seriously injured and hospitalized. This was the main reason he could endure no longer and resolved to leave without saying goodbye.

Uncle Drew, the defender, dared not mark Wang Hao himself, and had to assign other defensive stalwarts in the team to do so.

Though he could see that Paul was exhausting his energy and stamina, determined to wear him down, this time Wang Hao was bent on scoring and refused to pass the ball.

Other than a fractured right leg, Zhou Kun suffered only minor scrapes in the car accident. Feeling somewhat better today, the nurse said he could move around a bit.

A blast of glacial dragon’s breath spewed down from mid-air as Heraclia, the Holy Ice Dragon, wiped out several ultimate nine-headed hydras in one fell swoop.

Qin Zheng did not reply, but led Chacha inside. In front of a private room with his name carved on the screen, he lifted the curtain and entered.

He had to ensure he wouldn’t be embarrassed—if word got out that Sumu was too timid to show, it would be a blow to his reputation.

She found herself ever more unable to see through the monster before her. What kind of human could possibly perceive the rhythm between thunderclaps?