Untamed Chinese Novels & Stories

her aunty said. "Okay, I'm done giving money," Brindle said with an angry look before storming out. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . China

"Chinese it is." "Deal." "Seven?"

Luna braved the infamous spicy hot pot, indulged in street snacks like mapo tofu and dan dan noodles, and even tried her hand at making traditional dumplings alongside friendly locals. Inspired by the spiritual aspect of Chinese culture, Luna ventured to the sacred Mount Emei, one of the Four Sacred Buddhist Mountains of China. She embarked on a challenging but rewarding hike, ascending through lush forests, cascading waterfalls, and ancient temples. At the mountain's summit, she found solace in the serene atmosphere and marveled at the panoramic views that stretched out before her.

Uncle Tianshu pretended not to know this fat cat. "F*ck, don't be such a Scrooge, or we can't have fun anymore!" Evil Moon was furious. "Have you forgotten we were partners in crime?" Uncle Tianshu said with a wry smile, "I really didn't find anything good, and was almost hacked into pieces by the ghoul army. But these three fellas were lucky." Uncle Tianshu pointed at the three white tigers and said, "If I had known that earlier, I wouldn't have brought them along with me..."

She said and he chuckled while shrugging. "What about your wound? Master Zhan said this wound was caused by a demonic spell and will take some time to heal. Why hasn't it healed yet?" She asked and he ignored her, carefully grabbing the cotton in his hands like a fragile child who was caught cheating by his teacher and was acting like he wasn't sneaking around. "Uncle, how careless of you. You need to take your medication on time." She said, her tone almost as if she was scolding him which she was. "I did take my medicine." He said and she nodded in sarcasm.

I loved it ,it was perfect! "Are you sure ,that you're not a professional tattooist? " ,i asked him. "Hummm..haha! " "Haha..what now ..Untamed Love..wha..what does that mean? I mean, why Untamed Love, and not something like , Her First Tattoo, or First One ?" Dylan smiled and tapped the side of the bed, for me to lie next to him. I lied next to him and looked straight into his eyes. " Won't you answer my question?"

“Let’s get going, sweetie.” I nodded, and we made our way through the hall towards the front door, my hand resting comfortably in the crook of his arm. Just as the gate motor whirred to life, a voice pierced the morning calm from the driveway. “The whole Kumasi! The whole Kumasi!” I groaned internally. Only one person had that particular brand of chaotic energy. My best friend, Nelly, marched through the open gate, chanting the ridiculous nickname she’d bestowed upon me years ago. She froze mid-chant, her dramatic entrance collapsing into wide-eyed mortification as she spotted my husband beside me.

"When a person is starving, and you offer them food, they'll be deeply grateful. But once that person is no longer hungry, even the finest delicacies will just seem greasy and unappealing," I explained over the phone. Ms. Decker didn't push further. Instead, she reminded me to eat and sleep on time and to never neglect my health, no matter how busy I got with schoolwork. After the video call ended, a wire transfer from Ms. Decker appeared in my bank account. She also sent a message that read, "Even with a scholarship, it might not cover everything. Living abroad is expensive, so use this to treat yourself to some nice food."

It made a strange kind of sense, and I let it go, eager for him to continue. At some point, Erik had left and returned with bags of Chinese food. His speed was still a slap in the face, a stark reminder that my childhood best friend was a creature of the night. I tried to slide off Gavin’s lap to eat, to have some semblance of personal space, but his arms tightened, a silent, unyielding command.