Chapter 57: The Househusband-Fêmea com boa gestação super cheirosa e macia, o beastman estéril a abraça pela cintura e a beija(Melancia de ameixa preta)

Some things truly arrive fashionably late, no matter how delayed. Even though Grace had already prepared her beforehand, Lu Xia never expected that Madam Diana would speak so directly, and even offer her the power to choose.

If she did not like him, another one she fancied could be arranged in his place.

It was as if the male members of the royal family were nothing more than cabbages at a vegetable market, to be swapped at a whim the moment she felt any displeasure.

This was certainly overestimating her, yet it also gave her a profound sense of the royal family's peculiar detachment.

Around them, onlookers secretly rejoiced that they had not acted rashly or tried to stand out, not even bothering to bestow a single glance of pity. Though Ling Feng was overbearing, he only targeted those who had offended him, making his actions seem entirely reasonable. If Ling Feng had remained indifferent to this, it probably would have struck everyone as abnormal instead.

"Mn..." Lige let out a soft murmur in his deep sleep, wrapping his arms even tighter around my legs. From my perspective, only the back of his pitch-black head was visible.

Lunchtime arrived. Zhao Hui, her father, and her two older brothers sat gathered around the coffee table, enjoying a delicious meal. Only then did it truly feel like a home.

Lin Lei's appearance dealt a heavy blow to the commander's previously brimming confidence. He began to doubt whether even conquering Earth's Pluto fortress would be enough to force humanity into submission.

The ancient farming tools characteristic of the Wolong Lake area, including waterwheels, looms, and plows, were all completely authentic, many bearing the deep marks of antiquity.

At half-past eight, Li Zhenguo called out to everyone, "Time to assemble." After taking a headcount, he led the students to the roadside and boarded a large coach, with Zhao Hui following along.

Sitting across from him, Zhi Ming was thoroughly satisfied with the health-preserving wine that had been brought out. Knowing its medicinal value, he was pleasantly surprised by how thoughtful the gesture was. Though people in their position rarely fussed over such things, a tonic wine of this caliber was altogether different.

"If that's truly the case, that would be for the best. When will you be able to return, and how can we contact you?" Chen Naixi asked unhurriedly from the other end of the phone.

Ling Feng hesitated for a moment. Reflecting that if the eccentric stranger wished him harm, he would be no match for him anyway, he cast aside his misgivings and recounted everything that had transpired that day in Deepwater City without a single omission.

A trace of faint astonishment flickered in Ling Feng's heart, instantly followed by rising admiration. He had long since refined the mysterious box world into his sea of consciousness, meaning he held absolute control over this realm. With each successive use, he grew increasingly clear-headed about its wondrous properties.

Every heavy footstep landed squarely on the most agonizing part of Tong En's heart. Her palms began to tingle in waves, and cold sweat oozed from every pore across her entire body.

Feng Yuanyuan happened to return with the water. "Here, have some water," she said, handing Gao Haotian a bottle.

Yet when I opened QQ, I discovered that Lele's account had actually been hacked, and all the final memories associated with Lele vanished along with it. My mind went blank for a fraction of a second. I desperately wanted to curse the person who hacked the account, but the mood had entirely drained away; I only felt an overwhelming, bone-deep exhaustion.

At that moment, Tong En's heart was in utter chaos. She truly could not bear to let Zhong Yue leave, yet facing him left her flustered and bewildered.

"I'm telling you, Haozi, that blocked shot right over the defender just now was way too cool! You actually had a bit of Mutombo's flavor to you! That junior who's had a crush on you was staring so hard her eyes nearly popped out..." I slapped Haozi's shoulder in high spirits, but what met my eyes was an expression of utter bewilderment on his face.

"Dad, what about the Shaqima and sponge cakes we were supposed to bring for Grandpa and Grandma?" the young boy urged. Dr. Wang could only sigh helplessly—just whose fiery temper had this kid inherited anyway?

Lele's cousin? I sat up straight in shock. "Uh, is something the matter?" Even though I knew she must be calling on Lele's account, I still asked the obvious question.

The brief opening ceremony concluded with a speech from a deputy head of the organization department. The words revolved around the standard sentiments of hoping everyone would cherish this learning opportunity, and while the class schedule was not overly demanding, attendance was strictly mandatory, with any absence requiring an official leave application submitted through one's work unit.