When the time comes, I will propose to you.

Hearing this, Wen Yanli raised his eyes to look at Song Mi.
A pair of dark, limpid eyes visibly rippled with gentle waves.
Song Mi naturally saw it.
And at that very moment, a little deer seemed to rush out from nowhere deep within her heart, leaping up and down lightly and vigorously with pit-a-pat beats.
The man in front of her was truly breathtakingly handsome!
His eyebrows, his eyes, his eyelashes, his nose, his lips, his jawline.
...
"What? Unwilling to listen to my nagging anymore?" A piercing, chilly glare shot from Meng Guangye's eyes as he stared straight at Meng Ying.
"Then, after I ask this gentleman a few questions, we can go find your master together," Ye Shaoxuan said to Yi Can.
Li Zixiao turned his head to look at Liang Yan, only to find that her hands gripping the steering wheel were trembling, beads of sweat the size of mung beans were oozing from her forehead, and her lips were shaking violently.
As night fell, Shen Jun was still lying on the grass, fast asleep, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and saliva trickling from the corner of his lips, smiling as if he were having a sweet dream.

The wife of the Duke of Wei was dressed in a dark blue, front-buttoned straight-collar jacket featuring the longevity character motif, paired with a matching, voluminous pleated skirt below. With a kind and amiable expression, she sat on the Luohan bed, conversing with the Eldest Madam who was seated on a chair, presenting a truly harmonious and joyous scene.
Ye Shaoxuan remained sprawled on the ground; he knew he had not won, yet he also knew he had not lost.
The hand Ye Zhen concealed within her sleeve tightened unconsciously, her fingertips digging fiercely into her flesh, leaving red crescent marks without her even noticing; only her face grew increasingly cold.
After a brief moment of abstraction, Qi Ming's slightly hunched back slowly straightened. Such pressure was not enough to halt his footsteps.
If a coffin shop was considered inauspicious, then why had his father toiled for a lifetime, only to have these inauspicious items purchased for him after his death? Wasn't that an act of unfilial impiety?
Looking at the city nestled in the sky in the distance, Ye Feng had a feeling as though he had stepped into a gaming world.
Even if Northern Yan and the Southern State forged an alliance, given Xiao Yiyan's temperament, should he resolve to go to war, no one in the imperial court would dare to oppose him.
When reading battle guides, Wu Yan could find them riveting; he could patiently read through monster encyclopedias and map distributions alike.
They had no choice but to wait until they returned to eat. Fortunately, their storage bags still contained some processed spiritual provisions—there was simmered spiritual beast meat soup, dried meat jerky, and cakes made from spiritual wheat.
Aside from the spatial dimension, cultivating forty-five subordinate soldiers had also cost him a considerable amount of spirit stones. After all, their aptitudes were exceedingly poor, or even non-existent, so the resources required naturally multiplied exponentially.
The old corpse was filled with a sense of grievance and, utterly ignoring conventions, delivered yet another heavy punch, leaving the fake Fang Qiong with only a single breath lingering.

The Pangu Sacred Land was much larger than Chen Wei had imagined. After flying for a while, the two of them finally landed in the innermost depths of the sacred land, atop a towering mountain peak.
Wu Yan frowned; these optional attributes were quite suited for a warrior, and as he looked at these plundering attributes, his imagination instantly ran wild.
Just from that single skill usage, he successfully leaped to level 36 with 70% experience, the vast majority of which came from those four semi-vampires.
He bent down to pick up the handgun from the ground and staggered toward the villa. Several neighbors who witnessed this scene screamed in alarm and scrambled to dodge out of the way.
At this moment, the divine infant emitted an eight-colored divine radiance, successfully withstanding the onslaught of these curse powers. Unable to invade, the curse forces ultimately gave up and receded back into his body.
"No, no, no! I was just making a joke!" Qin Feng hurriedly explained, considering there were so many people around, letting others see it would not create a very good impression.
A surge of grievance spilled from Yang Quanfeng's mouth, leaving Du Luo dumbfounded and unsure whether to laugh or cry; it seemed she had been tormented quite severely back then.
"As long as you don't carry any psychological burden!" Qin Feng replied helplessly, lying back down, hugging Xia Bingbing, and falling into a deep sleep.
Today, Liu Yunting seemed unusually impeccably dressed. With a face that rarely wore makeup on ordinary days, she now sported a delicate, light natural look. Her smooth, dark hair was gathered up into a neat topknot bun, and she wore a cute yet graceful pink top paired with a half-length skirt and leggings underneath.