Chapter 158: Trapped in the Game 38

The two women, who had been crying their eyes out inside their respective cars, heard the locks click open, immediately pushed the doors open, and lunged toward their men. In perfect unison, they roared, "Are you still children? Is street fighting something a man your age should be doing?"

After speaking, crystal-clear tears still hung on their cheeks. Looking at the bruises covering their men's faces, they felt a mix of heartache and anger, though heartache weighed far heavier in their hearts. Mo Qinghan and Yan Jinxi asked their respective men in gentle tones, "Does it hurt very much?"

"It's fine, let's go!" He Zheyu comforted Mo Qinghan.

After the two got into the car, Yan Jinxi and Shang Linjun were still lingering together affectionately.

Because He Zheyu had been injured...

"Please stop now, Saint Lin. If you find him annoying, you can simply block him," the Lord of Tushan spoke up. The look she cast toward Lin Xuan was filled with deep apprehension. Clearly, everything had been sealed off just now and previously, yet Lin Xuan had still managed to arrive. Was her strength inferior to his, or was it a case of minds meeting as one?

Xie Cunhui made no further moves, just locking eyes with me like this, watching as I rolled my eyes at him.

I stared hard at Xie Cunhui's face, trying to find the slightest clue or flaw in his expression, but Xie Cunhui remained completely calm and composed, as if he really held some photographs in his hands.

"My name is Lin Xuan, just a wandering, ten-thousand-year-old salted fish passing by. As I said before, I have a favor to ask of you," Lin Xuan said.

Chen Mohan sprinted all the way back to her bedroom, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. For some reason, she felt that the young master's gaze toward her was becoming increasingly different—burning and infatuated, bearing a striking resemblance to the way she used to look at Mo Zhiyuan.

"Well, after all, it's an effect that buffs oneself, which is always better than trading damage like other bosses. But speaking of which, field bosses won't run away, right? A situation where it's fighting and suddenly bolts away won't happen, would it?" A player named Silent Asura joined the commentary.

"May I ask what Lord Ao wants to borrow him for? After all, he is a bondservant of our Kong family. If he were to commit some lawless or illicit act, it would reflect poorly on the Kong family's reputation," Sizhen inquired.

Casting aside all distracting thoughts, he took the showerhead, rinsed away all the lather from her body, pulled off the bath towel, and dried the droplets of water.

The matter of the imperial decree was obviously unsuitable to be discussed in such a place, so Li Qinglian merely dropped a hint and stopped there.

"Li Qing?" Upon hearing this name, Ye Xuan instantly knitted her delicate brows, a look of profound disgust crossing her eyes. She avoided him like a plague, as if she had just laid eyes on filth.

"You've thought of every fallback and cut off all your retreats, yet you never expected that the heavens still left you a path. Perhaps that is the heavenly road?" Liang Haicheng smiled with a chuckle.

The person before her eyes was the deepest pain of this lifetime, yet also the deepest love. In Chuxiu's heart, no one could ever compare to Yun Ci, but in the end, another man had walked in nonetheless.

Witnessing this scene, Cen Jiang and Dan Xin exchanged glances, both stricken by an ominous preboding. Treading softly, they walked into the courtyard, keeping their ears alert to every direction and their eyes sharp on all sides, terrified of missing the slightest trace of a clue.

Hanchu took in their expressions, her incomprehension deepening into helplessness. She hurriedly freed up one finger to point at the medicine pot on the tray, indicating that she had just gone to brew the medicine.

"Alright, sit down first and calm your emotions. You are far too excited right now," Qin Feng looked at Nian Shuyan, pressing his hand down as he spoke.

"Give her to me," Shen Yu murmured close to Chuxiu's ear. At the same time, he propped himself up on the hard couch with one hand, while his other hand exercised the utmost caressing skill, traveling slowly downward from Chuxiu's jade-white neck all the way to the undulating peaks of her chest, before continuing to wander until it finally reached that secluded forest of blossoms.

"In the eyes of outsiders, it might not be obvious. But in the eyes of your foster mother and Brother Hong, if you keep going like this, you're practically telling them both that you've fallen for Huo Qingsong." Zhaoxia nodded, though inwardly she felt a trace of surprise that Lu Xiang'er could possibly fancy Huo Qingsong.

That evening, when Lu Xiang'er mentioned to Mother Lu the idea of purchasing the house belonging to Artisan Yuan, Mother Lu showed no displeasure whatsoever; instead, she was very supportive. This allowed Lu Xiang'er and Lu Hong to breathe a collective sigh of relief, deeply grateful that Mother Lu was so open-minded and did not blame the siblings for acting on their own authority.