Chapter 39: Did You Sleep Well Last Night?

"Good morning, President Lou!" Mo Xixi greeted with a bright smile. "Your girlfriend is taking a shower."

Lou Xizhou was stunned for a second before guessing, "Is it that friend Tangtang brought over to my place?"

"Yes, yes, yes! President Lou has such a great memory!" Mo Xixi's sleepiness vanished completely.

Tangtang! Calling her by such an intimate nickname—this was definitely heading straight from phase one to phase two!

Lou Xizhou said amiably, "You and Tangtang are welcome to come over and hang out anytime."

Looking at the mound of food piled high in his bowl, Xia Mingfeng couldn't help letting out a wry smile. When he looked towards his father, Xia Haihao, and saw him lost in thought, he hurriedly initiated a toast with him.

However, being able to acquire the arcane divine ability of the Sunny Day Roaming Spirit was a matter of utmost satisfaction for him.

"It has been a long time since I last came here!" Ling Sheng lit a stick of incense, held it between his thumb and index finger with the remaining three fingers closed, raised it horizontally to his eyebrows with both hands, bowed three times, and then inserted it into the censer before taking half a step back and speaking.

Of course, this sorrow was not directed at Zhong Mushan, but rather caused by Zhong Shen's remark just moments ago.

"Mayu-哥, don't look at me with that kind of gaze. It always feels... rather lecherous." Himuro pulled her hair out from the back of her collar, only to see Ibaraki resting his chin in his hand, sizing up her body. Every time she wore this outfit, he would look at her with that exact expression, and sometimes she just really wanted to give him a good thrashing.

However, Wan'er kept all these words hidden in her heart, because Zhong Jin's stern and grim expression along the way left her clueless as to how she should bring them up.

"Uh, I only just found out that my body has recovered almost completely. This Heavenly Serpent is truly formidable; how long have I been unconscious?" Zhao Ming shrugged, looking somewhat embarrassed, and hastily changed the subject. If they continued discussing this matter, he was bound to suffer for it.

On the bench, Yanyu cradled a bouquet of flowers, burying her head deep in my chest. A gentle breeze brushed past, stirring Yanyu's dark hair, while the moonlight cast its shimmering reflection upon the surface of the lake.

Just as I stood up, Heizai happened to land on the ground. Before he even had the chance to take the jade bracelet from the neck of the large rat, he was bitten back by it.

This plan was to ignore Shen Shuiji entirely, living in peace and quiet while awaiting the grand lotus banquet.

He understood Liu Yongping well, and the labels attached to him in his mind were mostly smart, highly skilled, and possessing great comprehension.

Afterwards, he left in a rage with his two-year-old child, and despite Shen Jiayin chasing after them, she failed to catch up.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Shen Yanchu hesitated slightly before finally following, walking at a leisurely and unhurried pace just a few steps behind her.

To succeed in negotiations, one needs to understand the opponent's bottom line and demands while keeping one's own desires concealed from them.

Wei Jiang didn't care at all. What authentic transmission bullshit? Wasn't it all just for practicing the Boundless True Scripture? He already had a copy right in his hands—wasn't that much better than the lot of them fighting tooth and nail over it?

Yet Qin Huairu simply didn't care, her gaze falling upon Liu Yongping's receding back as she wondered what thoughts were churning in her mind.

As it turned out, the biological instinct of the tender baby ghost-face vine before them caused it to unconsciously entangle the approaching prey, while its nascent sentience intensely loathed anything touching its body.

At that moment, the airship descended slowly, and the few of them tacitly set aside their differences, boarding the vessel amid laughter and chatter.

In his view, if the decline in grain prices was truly caused by the imperial court's impending campaign to suppress bandits, then he could not be blamed for failing to handle the matter properly.

Could she still be practicing spear techniques? Because her martial arts training was crucial and could not be interrupted, that was why she had sent a maid to deliver food to him?

After returning to Herb Manor, the three of them conferred briefly before dispersing to act on their own.

Cao Cao's overwhelming aura bore down upon me, pinning me in place so I could not move. Beads of cold sweat broke out all over my body, and my heart hammered frantically in my chest. Cao Cao had completely subjugated me with his sheer presence.