Chapter 137: Don’t Cry, Honey.

The man’s brows and eyes drew closer and closer to her.

In an instant, their breaths mingled.

Unable to move, Song Mi simply turned her face away, wearing an expression that said, “Do as you please.”

His fevered lips immediately began to press against hers one after another—her lips, the corners of her mouth, her nose, her eyes, her forehead. Straining desperately to restrain himself, he called her name again and again. “Mi’er…”

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At this point, Shi Lei hesitated. He did not know whether he should believe these few oddballs before him.

Zhao Bing could not continue. Although his father was a farmer, he possessed an unyielding pride. Back when the family had been too poor to afford Zhao Bing’s schooling, everyone had urged his father to let him drop out. That way, the family would gain another pair of working hands.

Shu Qi had never witnessed anything so marvelous. He hurriedly fetched his sword and marveled at it in wonder.

I refuse to end up being the last one here, lying beneath a rotting face while disgusting insects devour me clean. No matter what, I have to find a way out of here. Perhaps I should go back and wait for rescue.

He opened the door, threw me onto the bed, then climbed up and lay down beside me, pulling the covers over us and resting one hand on me.

When Chu Yanzhi asked so bluntly, the emperor froze. For a moment, he did not know how to answer.

“Thank you, Master Ning. But may I be so bold as to ask what sort of cultivation technique this is?” the senior disciple asked.

Old Chen looked somewhat flustered now. He told Iron Eagle and me that it was about time to leave. If someone really discovered that we had destroyed the evidence without authorization, he would never be able to bear the charge. I also felt that we had accomplished the purpose of our visit, and there was no point in staying any longer. With that thought, the four of us climbed back up the steps to the bedroom.

But if the production cost was over two thousand and it sold for three thousand, could this perfected prosthetic limb really be that impressive?

“I’m never speaking to you again.” He Wanyun’s tears finally stopped, but her heart was filled with anger and embarrassment. What on earth had she been doing just now? And Ning Fuchen had seen every bit of it. How was she supposed to face him after this?

Wang Hanzhang also noticed the conflicted look on Hans’s face, but he did not take the initiative to speak. He was certain Hans had not traveled such a long way merely to chat with him.

Su Caier let out a soft sigh, her delicate brows drawing together slightly, but she said nothing. Xiao Ming saw how haggard she looked. The Rich Prosperity family was powerful and prosperous, but with its manpower stretched thin during this upheaval, every matter, great or small, had to be handled and decided by Su Caier. This period had exhausted her.

Zhou Yi nodded. “I will. From now on, if anything happens, I’ll report it to you immediately.”

Zhou Yi did not mind Wang Cheng taking charge of Heaven on Earth. That way, they would have more time to be together.

He finally understood the purpose behind her climbing into his bed—she wanted to sleep her way to success. Now that she had gotten what she wanted, he intended to see what kind of game she was planning to play.

“I never imagined that a single crystal could contain so much energy—enough for me to use twice!” Lian Xiang calculated that once all his true energy was exhausted, one crystal would be enough to replenish his innate true energy two times.

This continued for several minutes. By then, the old man’s face was flushed crimson, and sweat poured down his body as he panted like an ox. Then he suddenly released his grip, and that immense Soul Orange power gradually dispersed.

Elsewhere, Su Han was startled by the cry as well. She had no idea what had happened among them.

Nalan Xun’er and Lian Xiang often integrated their spiritual powers, and their minds were connected. She could sense what Lian Xiang was feeling. Since he was not in the mood, she did not press him further.

Ye Junxuan had originally wanted to say a few more words to his father, but seeing how stubborn the older man was, his own mood darkened. How could his father behave like this? Su Han had kindly brought him to the hospital, yet instead of showing the slightest gratitude, he treated her like an enemy and kept rejecting her. Was this truly his father’s view of the world?