In The Dark Jin Shi Si Chai Novels & Stories

The gentle airflow on the back of the hand, the warm and soft touch, inexplicably make Si feel the whole body of manic factor instantly subsided. After a moment of silence, Si nodded: "Well." On the side of the Lin lacks a sip of wine spray out: "Ji! Little Master's Dog Eye! " Cui Hao: "...!!!"!! And this kind of operation?

Chi Chen was about to speak when Bai Yuxing, untraceably, interrupted him. A spark flashed in his slender eyes, "She, oh, she angered Shen Dashao. Look, do you see it? That bottle on the table,” he casually pointed to the whisky on the coffee table, “Shen Dashao said she has to either finish the bottle or perform a kiss in public, just for a bit of extra entertainment." "Oooh~" Xiao Heng drew out the sound, leisurely walking over to Jian Tong while lazily glancing at Shen Xiujin on the sofa, and nonchalantly stroked his chin:

The girl’s tone was jealous. “Your fiancé’s there, hija. I purposely make Cherry drink milk before bed because she has insomnia.” Dark’s gaze followed Dalia until she entered the room where Cherry was. “Dark, do you want me to make you some milk too?” Cherry asked when she noticed where the young man was looking. “No!” was Dark’s short reply before turning away. Cherry stomped a foot when Dark turned his back on her. She doesn’t know what she lacks, and there is no way she will attract him.

"As I said last time. I don't want to associate with people who have offended Spirit Hall." "We found a solution for that," Zhao Wuji grunted softly. Jun'er nodded in a hurry and Ah Yin pursed her lips. 'I just had to run into them,' she sighed. However, her mood was still quite great. Not only did she encounter a shoot of Dark Jade Bamboo that is simply made for plant-type martial soul spirit masters to consume, she actually made Chen retreat speechlessly. Although the price she paid was great for the latter— a shard of her dignity, she still felt great.

One could tell it was dangerous. Suddenly two shadows emerged from the dark five steps from where she stood. She step back watching the two shadows cautiously. "No!" One of the shadows cried. Its voice covered with fear. The other shadow took out something that looks like a gun and pointed it at the other one. "This is my parting gift for you." The shadow whispered before pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the whole place, taking away the stillness of the night.

Darkness. That was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. A suffocating, inky blackness that pressed in on me from all sides. The air was stale, laced with metallic tang of old blood and something acrid, like cheap disinfectant. Panic began to claw it's way up my throat. I tried to move, but couldn't, my hands were painfully bound behind the back of the chair I was trapped to. My mouth was clasped shut with a tape, making it almost impossible to even utter out a word, my legs were bound just like my hands.

“Bingo.” I set my eyes on it and walk right through, emerging into a narrow hall. The blue light glows above me, reflecting off the metal bars of an old-fashioned jail cell. Something glows from within, and I have to move a few steps closer before I realize it’s a UV heat lamp, much like one you’d put in a reptile cage. “Dina,” I say, seeing her outline huddled against the back of the cell, shielding her face from the UV light. She looks up and the skin on her cheeks chars.

Jeremy disappears into the kitchen without saying anything and I hear the familiar sounds of him moving around—cabinet opening, water running, the click of the stove. A few minutes later he comes back with a mug and sets it on the coffee table in front of me. “Rooibos,” he says, settling onto the opposite end of the couch. “Same as before.” I pick it up and wrap both hands around it, letting the warmth seep into my palms. “Thank you.” He just nods and we sit there in silence, him with his elbows resting on his knees and me curled into the corner of the couch with the mug pressed against my chest.

I could feel the darkness radiating off him, the air between us was thick with the scent of whiskey and the sharp, chemical edge of the drugs. "You smell so good," he whispered, his face dipping toward my shoulder. "Will you satisfy me tonight?" he muttered. "Please... Kiran, stop," I whimpered, my breath hitching as I tried to shrink away. "You’re not yourself... you don't know what you’re saying." Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled back just an inch, his heavy breathing ghosting over my skin. He reached up, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye.

Li Jin looked outside the window, maybe to hide the rush of million emotions within his eyes as he replied slowly, "I am not fortunate enough to confess to her…" Qin Yue's heart ached for him; he never let her know that inside his heart there was woman whom he loved truly. She knew the pain of loving someone whom they couldn't have and she knew how hurtful it is. The room slowly drifted into a heart wrenching silence. But the silence didn't last long when another explosive news hit the TV screen grabbing both of their attention. [Song Yishi- a drug addict!]