The Ghost King Kissed His Little Darling Until She Cried (1)

When Hua Mi opened her eyes again, the emotions from the previous world seemed to have been instantly drawn out from her heart. Although the memories remained, her feelings for Yan Jiu felt as though they had been diluted.

This sensation was deeply unsettling. She pressed a hand against her empty chest, feeling as if she had lost something of vital importance.

The system, as if aware of her thoughts, explained: "Host, your emotions from the previous world have only been temporarily sealed; they will be unsealed once you complete your mission."

Arriving in the living room, Yu Xuan took out his phone, found Wu Yi’s number, and prepared to call to ask what he meant.

Truly, the hearts of parents are pitiable everywhere. Even though the Madam was a noble princess of a neighboring country, she was no different, keeping warm porridge in the kitchen.

Shi Nuan leaned against the bed, feeling nothing inside. Although she had grown up in the Shi family, she knew all too well the suffering she had endured. At this point, it was already generous of her not to kick them while they were down.

"Nezha... fellow Daoist!" Master Taiyi sighed in his heart, cupped his hands in a salute, and transformed into a streak of light, galloping away through the passage opened by the formation.

Yu Xuan nodded and pulled out a cigarette to offer Zhou Jin, but Zhou Jin shook his head, fished out his own from his pocket, and began to smoke.

The youth placed the girl’s hand against his cheek and closed his eyes slightly, a look of pure contentment on his face. Seeing this face, usually so cold and indifferent to outsiders, reveal such tenderness toward her, the girl was filled with joy.

Fang Fei shook her head in self-mockery, a scene that Zhang Meng observed clearly in the rearview mirror.

When Yu Die’s figure had gradually faded into the distance, Xiao Yao Chang Sheng’s form flickered, and he returned to his original spot.

Zhang Meng picked up the flowers Yu Xuan had left on the bedside table, cradled them in her arms, and lowered her head to breathe in their fragrance.

Originally, Mo Kun intended to handle the layoffs himself, as Mo Yuhan’s shares were temporarily frozen and invalid for the year, but Mo Yuhan insisted on participating. Mo Kun let him come, wanting him to see firsthand how he was being step-by-step ousted from power.

The corridor was filthy and dilapidated; the ceiling was blanketed in cobwebs, and the walls were uneven, stained with dried blood.

Yan Qin decided that for people like that, it was best to simply ignore them. After wasting so much breath on them earlier, she drank a glass of warm water, added the stranger’s number to her blacklist, changed her clothes, and prepared to head out.

She had originally expected it to take great effort to make Helan Luanyi work for her obediently, but it so happened that Amin wanted to become her disciple. Using Yi Shui’s suggestion to control Helan Luanyi through Amin proved truly effective.

Lu Ming-si rarely drank. Even when he did, he only took symbolic sips within the worlds; his self-control was impeccable.

Her body remained weak and limp, yet she no longer felt the panic or the urge to escape that she had experienced before.

"Ha, concern!" Wang Miaomiao snatched the cup from Xia Ying’s hand and splashed all the juice onto her face. It trickled down her hair and dripped onto her clothes.

The positions they occupied were highly unique, arranged in a manner that was subtle and indescribable.

Did Yan Xueying know about this? Whether she did or not, once she knew, she would be an accomplice and a conspirator.

However, once the proposal was made, the Ji family was truly startled. Indeed, she had returned with such intentions; this was clearly an act of vengeance. She was retaliating against the Ji family for marrying her off to the Prince’s manor, and now that she controlled the manor, she had returned to strike back at them.

The two remained hand in hand; the one sitting watched the one sleeping in silence, occasionally reaching out to touch the sleeper's face.

"Did something happen to her on the plane when I returned last time?" Si Nanxiao steeled his heart and finally asked. No matter the outcome, he had to face it.

Her sister was now a bride-to-be, with everything prepared, waiting only for her to regain her health.