Chapter 12: The Girl Licking Her Fingers
Genting Pavilion. The raucous birthday party fell silent, the air so still a pin could’ve dropped. The second-generation crowd gaped, […]
Genting Pavilion. The raucous birthday party fell silent, the air so still a pin could’ve dropped. The second-generation crowd gaped, […]
Night fell, stars twinkling like diamonds spilled by a careless god across a velvet sky. Ailiya, exhausted from a hectic
Genting Pavilion. Liu Wangjiang’s gaze lingered on “Xiao Yan’s” face for two seconds. No trace of her existed in Nanbo
Genting Pavilion. The hall glowed under dazzling lights, crystal chandeliers scattering prisms of color, making the crowd of second-generation elites
Liu Family Estate. Liu Wangjiang twirled a gold-stamped invitation between his fingers. Its red silk border framed the words “Lu
Nanbo City, roadside alley. A scarred man leaned against a telephone pole, his sleeve rolled up to reveal a dragon
“Mom? What happened yesterday?” Since morning, her daughter hadn’t stopped staring. It wasn’t until Jiang Yao reheated last night’s fried
“Ah, no sleeping here.” “Hm?” Jiang Yao released the clothes she’d been clutching as she woke. Opening her eyes, she
“Hmph, hmph, hmph…” Chu Xiong wailed in despair, his dark stench repelling even from a distance. But Jiang Yao wouldn’t