Chapter 52 Just the Right Amount of Strength

Right now, An'an was in a position where her legs were still crossed on the floor, but her hips had lifted off the ground, and her forehead was pressed tightly against the rug.
The sound they had just heard was the impact of An'an's head hitting the floor.
The force was just right—dazed enough to buzz, but not enough to scramble her brains.
An'an pushed herself up with both hands, pressing them against her forehead, and looked at Shen Yuanjing with a blank expression, clearly still not processing what had just happened.
Wasn't she just...

Looking at Zhao Kuanluan's forced, enduring expression, the Flowery Snake laughed—laughed so uninhibitedly that it caused quite a few ruffians to drool profusely.
Zhou Chuanbei paused his kissing action, then bit down fiercely on Madame Zhang's neck before laughing. "What? Missed me? Did you miss me down there, or right here?" As he spoke, he gave her breast another rough squeeze.
She had naively thought she was hiring an extraordinary bodyguard this time, but looking at it now, things were indeed extremely perilous. That she had managed to turn misfortune into fortune was entirely thanks to her immense luck and fortune.
Retired Qing dynasty officials carried the wealth they had amassed during their tenure to Shanghai, where they lived the leisurely lives of wealthy expatriates.
After your and Ye Zi's reports came out, I immediately asked a friend I know to help run a comparison with Ye Jinliang.

High above the night sky, countless human faces formed from flickering flames gathered together. Each of them bore a ferocious expression, and beneath the eerie green fire, they appeared deeply bizarre.
Seeing the strategy in which the Sino-Japanese forces ambushed the U.S. Pearl Harbor fleet—completely dissolving the U.S. Navy's strength in the Pacific—they couldn't help but cheer in approval.
As the final note faded, the entire bar erupted in revelry. Everyone found complete release under this boundless freedom, and amidst wave after wave of wild celebration, the second stage also drew to a close.
She should have carved a few more cuts into her back earlier and threatened her properly so she would learn her lesson and not be a fence-sitter going around spreading secrets.
"Flip to the next segment for me; I just want to see how Shu Yan gets beaten up." I reached out to grab Jiang Zuoyi's phone. Just now, Lu Zhaoxin had called from the hospital, saying Shu Yan was still in the emergency room and hadn't come out yet. I couldn't describe what I was feeling inside; if I had to compare it to waiting for a lottery draw, it would actually be quite fitting.
Upon seeing the beast core, the elderly doctor's expression shifted several times. Ultimately, he accepted the beast core, tucked it into his robe, and checked the young man's pulse.
He wore an expression of concern, but in reality, he was thoroughly reveling in their misfortune, wishing nothing more than for the two of them to start a full-blown brawl.
The word "grandmother" uttered by Rong Xi had left such a massive trauma in his heart that he couldn't even bring himself to address her as a young lady.
The leader of the city guards widened his eyes the moment he saw that portrait, freezing in place. The person in the painting was none other than the rider himself, with every single facial feature matching with absolute precision.
Supported halfway by Qiao Yan, Shahua leaned docilely against the crook of his arm, completely devoid of her previous murderous ferocity.

The accommodations for the first-year freshmen were originally arranged together, so even without deliberately asking around, she knew where Ji Zhuochen lived.
Rong Xi directly interrupted Fu Rong, and just as she poked her head out from Ye Shuli's arms, she was immediately pushed back down by him.
Fortunately, there was no one else around the two of them at the moment; otherwise, hearing that form of address would have stirred up another commotion.
Hearing that Nangong Yi was leaving, Ling Yuwei grew somewhat anxious, though she had no idea how to present the matter to the Empress.
She also learned from Zhugong Rongde, Long Wu, and the others that there must have been some misunderstanding between them.
Finally, at the thirty-five-minute and four-second mark, Jiang Shouheng could no longer contain his burst of anger. He threw his handkerchief onto the ground, stood up, and strode outside.
Pushed away by Luo Qian'er, Feng Xuanyu felt that his stomach, jostled by the carriage, had risen all the way to his throat. He yelled for the driver to stop, leaped out, and vanished in a flash of motion.
Mo Xiaorun shrugged noncommittally. "I have nothing to say." At this point, whatever she said would be wrong.