Chapter 57: The Black Panther Goes Berserk

A male in the midst of courtship knows no boundaries and possesses utter shamelessness. Having a female mount his back is not a humiliation, but rather a reward—and a display of their intimate bond.

Utterly oblivious to this, Yu Lan stared at the black panther crouching before her, which kept looking back and hooking her waist with its tail.

Her heart fluttered.

What is this?

This is a living, breathing black panther! The very embodiment of strength and wildness...

The person I love is Leng Mochen. Perhaps, from the very first time he spoke of his love for me, I fell in love with him unknowingly, because he is so sincere and so steadfast.

Su Wuyang sat on the Ferris wheel, keeping a faint smile as the wheel turned round and round. Her conversation with Qin Fangbai had drained her of all her strength. Over the past few days, there had been numerous moments when she was almost swayed by him, almost driven to believe, against all better judgment, that he held genuine feelings for her, for Su Wuyang.

Rotu used to be an elite scout in the special forces. Devastated by the loss of his lover during a perilous mission, he left the military and drifted through the world, enduring a living death bound by the chains of painful memories.

I walked out into the full view of the crowd. The sunlight outside was somewhat dazzling, and I lowered my head to avoid the glaring light. To me at that moment, that ray of sunshine was utterly inconsequential; it could not warm my heart in the least.

In the distance, the temple appeared weathered and ancient. The outer stone pillars and boundary walls were mottled, bearing the scars of thousands of years of wind and frost, looking as though they could collapse at any second.

With those words, Su Yingmei set down her knife and fork. She had entirely lost the appetite to finish breakfast.

"You pervert!" Yanyu Chen released her grip on me and scolded, her face flushing crimson. I had never seen her look like this before.

He still found himself missing Su Yingmei. Having spent a whole day apart, and recalling her tenderness from the previous night, Lü Haotian found himself sinking even deeper into longing for her, unable to pull himself away.

Ling Yang rubbed his hands together, let out a loud shout, and swung the military entrenching tool with all his might, yet managed only to scrape a shallow white mark into the frozen, rock-hard ground.

[Ao Ye]: I cooked a meal at home, tidied up the courtyard, and figured that since spring is here, I could plant some pesticide-free fruits and vegetables. Then I wrote for a bit.

Furthermore, because he ranked in the top twenty of his entire grade, he was informed that the school had specially organized a dance party and dinner. Those who had excelled academically the previous semester or made special contributions were invited to attend.

Wu Feng walked into the room and saw Xuan Zheng collapsed on the couch. Hastily parting the gauze curtains, he channeled a continuous stream of spiritual energy into Xuan Zheng's body. However, the more spiritual energy he poured in, the more agonizing Xuan Zheng's expression became, until finally, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed across the edge of the bed.

Just as the other person was about to make the next move, Ao Ye abruptly spun his body around.

The interior of the car felt a bit stuffy, so Ao Ye deliberately rolled down the window. The rushing wind blew across his scalp, feeling both chilly and incomparably refreshing.

He claimed to be an alien simply to avoid giving Mago an overly complex explanation; after all, anyone who suddenly appeared with all sorts of black technologies would look suspicious no matter how you sliced it.

Although Ao Ye was now sleeping soundly in his own home, he still harbored a lingering sense that that yandere teacher might try something to him.

Lin Mengyao's target was the immensely powerful Huoyuntian, while Lin Yi had to face the white-robed youth of the Rong family.

With a loud shout, the flames in Lin Yi's hand suddenly erupted, instantly forming a massive wall of fire towering several stories high.

Luoluo was brimming with delight, chuckling to herself. She had been the very first to know that her older sister had been recommended for early admission to university.

Observing Xu Ying—who played both sides effortlessly and spoke without a single flaw—Bu Qianhuai lost all interest. He exchanged only a few perfunctory pleasantries, waiting to see how the situation would unfold.

Though catapults often appeared completely useless in land warfare, they achieved remarkable results when deployed in naval battles. The gold-tier warships were not entirely made of gold-grade material throughout; rather, it meant that their bulkheads, outer hull planking, and other critical structural areas possessed gold-tier hardness.