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Prenuptial Agreement
The light of the crystal chandelier shattered into millions of pieces and sprinkled on the champagne tower and the shadows of the people passing by. I held the goblet in my hand and stood in the corner of the banquet hall, regretting for the umpteenth time that I had agreed to come to this business reception. "Su Nian, you can't hide here." My friend Lin Wei came over and lowered her voice, "Did you see it? Lu Chenzhou is here, the center of attention. Tsk, he is indeed the Crown Prince of the
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Time Rewind: Becoming a God from Being Kicked
The bucket was kicked over. Water splashed all over Pan Yang, dripping from his hair to his chin, flowing down his neck and into his collar. Bitingly cold. Yunxiang stood in front of him, the gold chain around his neck dazzling in the light. The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, and his voice was loud enough that the entire training room could hear: "Pan Yang, you can't even see water well, what else can you do?" Several team members nearby laughed out loud. "Trash is trash." Someone a
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Strategy: the Villain Prince Turns Black
When the hot tea flowed down my face, the whole Zuixian Tower was laughing. I heard the laughter of those silks and satins, like small knives tempered with poison, splashing from the private rooms on the second floor to the lobby on the first floor. The tea was still dripping down, along my chin and neck, and into the burlap collar. The white porcelain tea cup shattered into several pieces on the ground. The splashed fragments cut a gash on the back of my hand. Red blood seeped out, and I subcon
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Subject Claims to Be Able to Hear Colors
I nodded, trying to look like a proper bureaucratic machine. In fact, my brain is running crazy - it has been seventy-two hours since I traveled to this Marvel Universe, and it was not until I received the employment notice from SHIELD yesterday that I finally confirmed that this was not some absurd dream. As the elevator went up, I looked down through the glass walls at Washington, which was gradually waking up. In my previous life, I was an epidemiologist who died in a laboratory leak—at leas
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