Chapter 62 You Look Good in Anything

Qiao Luo let out a sudden chuckle and said, "It's all wet and crumpled together, and you still think it looks good? Why do I feel like you're just humoring me?"

Qin Yanzhou's expression, however, was dead serious. "I'm not humoring you. In my eyes, Luoluo, anything you wear looks good."

A sudden flush spread across Qiao Luo's cheeks.

She hadn't expected Qin Yanzhou to be so skilled at whispering sweet nothings to charm a girl.

She looked left and right, making sure no one was around, and leaned over to press a light kiss to Qin Yanzhou's lips.

Because of that daybed, he could stay longer at Ruan Ruan's place without feeling too annoyed.

Hearing this, Mo He turned his head to glance at the other man's expression, yet failed to catch even a shred of fear on Tian Feng's face. Instead, there was a glint of fighting spirit, as if speaking those words was not driven by worry, but rather by casual chatter when all was quiet.

It was also at that moment that she realized Li Dai letting go of her when she was terrified of heights back then was truly out of concern for her own good.

First, they felt that the exams were not yet finished, so they shouldn't ask about them, as it might dampen the children's moods. Second, the children had never given them anything to worry about when it came to their studies, and they trusted them implicitly.

Long Zhantian and Feng Qingqing were deep in pleasant conversation. From time to time, Feng Qingqing would wear a bashful expression, and Long Zhantian would occasionally reach out to stroke her head with tender indulgence.

The disciples of the Xuantian Sect, who belonged to the same lineage as Xuanqing, immediately directed the long swords in their hands to transform into four silvery-white sword auras that plummeted through the air to encircle the tent, instantly obliterating the malevolent resentment surrounding it and buying Xuanqing precious time to save the person.

"That's hard to say. All we can do right now is maintain intensive monitoring of her vital signs, actively administer symptomatic treatment, and patiently wait for the patient to regain consciousness," Professor Zhang replied.

"Sister Hua, he... is Yijin's father!" Having said this, Meng Ziyan's eyes began to brim with tears once again.

No, that shouldn't be right. The instance had just begun, and the players should still be familiarizing themselves with it, making it impossible to determine whether they were players or not.

Chu Xiao wanted to explain, but no amount of explanation could alter the cold truth. He lowered his gaze, speechless, leaving only silence as his silent admission.

At this moment, Long Teng had completely lost all willpower, driven solely by the urge to kill. It was as if a bloodlust for slaughter was instinctively coursing through his veins, with rage governing his entire body.

To the north of the Northern Pride Kingdom, atop the peak of a snowy mountain, the spring water was at its purest. Drinking the water from that place could alleviate physical discomfort.

Ever since Old Man Yang paid off his good-for-nothing son's gambling debts, he had pretended to turn over a new leaf, but in reality, he always secretly took the money he earned to gamble. Finally, a few days ago, he staked the Qingfeng Steamed Bun Shop and lost it all in a single throw.

She had originally wanted to tell Bai Che that she simply wanted revenge on Mei Qingli—after all, even farm slaves kept under oppression for too long would eventually rise up and sing songs of triumph. But realizing that Bai Che probably wouldn't quite understand, she fabricated this excuse instead.

This brings us to the three legendary grand formations of the slaying-immortality world. The might of these three formations could be said to be on par with one another, yet the one most widely known to the world remained the Sword-Exterminating Formation of the Qingyun Sect.

She had just stumbled upon something she shouldn't have seen. If others found out about this, the family would undoubtedly be thrown into turmoil for a while! She lacked the capability to shoulder that responsibility, so the only solution—the absolute only solution—was to silence herself forever.

Kim Jong-in also realized he had used too much force and softened his grip, though he did not let Mueli go, as if fearing she might run away again.

"Kaine told me you were kept behind by Teacher Yan Xiong for training, and knowing his personality, he definitely wouldn't let you off easily, so I brought you something to eat." Zhang Yixing shook the plastic bag in his hand, revealing a box of fragrant stir-fried rice cakes right in front of Mueli's eyes.

A cold sneer crossed her face. Xing Mu, what you clearly love is just this face of hers. All that talk about remaining untempted was simply because you happened to have a peerless beauty in your arms. Since that is the case, I will make sure you love to your heart's content.