I don't understand this kind of addressing like addressing a woman, what does this person have to brag about?
Tham Ngu avoided those fireflies and leaned over: "What's wrong with him?"
Writers and mandarins both want face, so this matter falls on the faceless eunuch.
Her heart ached, as if she had just swallowed a large mouthful of sour plum soup, her cheeks, teeth, even her eyes were a little sore, her chest was swollen, swollen and painful.
Her low voice was completely drowned out by his long and solemn kiss.
Meng Xun didn't understand why Han Zizhang kept bothering her, let alone what relationship they had.
Qi Buyu followed and said, “Yes, what my cousin and Miss Qiu said makes a lot of sense.”
The driver opened his eyes wide, quickly walked forward, put his finger to his lips, and softly hissed his breath.
She responded and gave a lantern to Lonicera. Then, he turned around and prepared to enter the house.
Her hand slipped under the sleeve and gently pinched, she slowly said: "Mo Ngon..."
Yu Xiaoxiao is really capable, but she has a bad temper and always speaks with guns and sticks.
The study room is not too big, three candles are lit on the candlestick, which can clearly illuminate the room.
“I think, then… okay?” He excitedly waited for her answer.
Ton Hai acted arrogantly, relying on uncles, ritual supervisors, eunuchs, and was even more shameless. Thinking back, Deputy Minister Jiang Ninh was oppressed by him during his three years in office, but he did not dare to act rashly because of the power behind Ton Hai. There was anger in my heart, but I didn't dare speak softly.
She walked forward for a while, Tieu Bach followed behind, when she stopped, Tieu Bach also stopped.
Now seeing her, he partly understands why for so many years, Mr. Manh was only wary of such an ordinary wife.
But he was smiling, his smile was very gentle, like a gentle elder, there was no danger, not even a trace of murderous intent in his gentle breath.
As soon as On Nhien thought about the scene of corpses coming out of cemeteries in many horror movies, he felt a chill down his spine, completely unrelated to the temperature.
On Nhien calmly took a sip of tea.
I've only met City Lord So once, so I don't know him very well, but I don't feel like he's someone who's after fame and fortune.
As they passed each other, Tan Oan bowed her head and suddenly said: "You are wrong."
In the past, whenever he did something for On Nhien, On Nhien would happily accept it, but now her so-called "reciprocity" makes people a bit delicate.
Coincidentally, he is actually from Huizhou.
If he didn't care, then she didn't need to worry so much, after all, the two of them had already reconciled. Looking at him like that, it's not necessarily because he wants to question his master, or because he wants to cause trouble or trouble.
Vien Nuong shook her head: "I heard what mother said, it was given to my great-grandfather by someone else."
Zhu Yiyi hummed softly, carefully wiped his eyes and opened the door.
Moshi always just said he found out, if he didn't know, he wouldn't say a word.