Shen Qingqiu Quotes

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You sure are knowledgeable,’ Shen Qingqiu muttered. ‘Did you do business at Harry Potters before?’ The system typed out a giant line of hovering symbols: [...].

The more they felt, the greater the damage they received.

His voice was light as a feather and every word that fell from his lips was clear. The sound of his footsteps made Shen Qingqiu's heart leap as if he was bungee jumping at a high altitude after an ice-bucket challenge. Sa voix était légère comme une plume et chaque mot qui tombait de ses lèvres était clair. Le son de ses pas fit bondir le cœur de Shen Qingqiu comme s'il faisait du saut à l'élastique en haute altitude après un ice-bucket challenge.

Though he said “raised a good disciple,” the tone was no different from the way he might say “married a good husband.” When Shen Qingqiu heard this, his fanning began to carry a hint of murderous intent.

The moment Shen Qingqiu expressed the tiniest kindness, he had wiped all the prior harm he had suffered from his mind and accepted Shen Qingqiu into the depths of his heart without a moment of hesitation. Then Shen Qingqiu unknowingly crushed that glass heart of his, and Lou Binghe picked up the pieces one by one like an abused young wife, gluing them back toghther-Whereupon he handed it back to Shen Qingqiu, full of hope and expectation, only for it to be crushed again, then glued back together, etc....

In any case, right in this moment, the demon was wearing the infinitely lovely face of a cocubine. Being felt up all over by those lovely hands, Shen Qingqiu inevitably became embarrassed, and he involuntarily shrank back a little. This vision—that moment—struck Luo Binghe to his core. Until now, he'd only ever seen Shen Qingqiu's aloof and remote attitude, his derisive expression. But here and now, a faint, uncontrollable red flush formed on that face, and the way those eyes darted away... Also, Shen Qingqiu's upper body was completely bare but for the thin yet unbreakable immortal-binding cable and the red marks it left, and for Shen Qingqiu's long, disheveled, jet-black hair—neither of which concealed anything. Luo Binghe's chest was burning with a convoluted emotion that was impossible to describe.

This time, no matter where you want to go, this master will accompany you.

As Luo Binghe looked down at Shen Qingqiu, he took in this sight, feeling like a nameless, agitating fire burned within his abdomen and the heart in his chest. He unconsciously moved and slid his thigh between Shen Qingqiu’s. Then, fearing that Shen Qingqiu would notice and kick him off the couch, he quickly moved his head over, letting Shen Qingqiu rap it with his fan to his heart’s content. “Even if I am a little beast, I am only Shizun’s little beast and no one else’s. So no one else is allowed to call me that.

Shen QingQiu lo fissò, e disse, “Vuoi diventare forte? Abbastanza forte da non avere pari, al punto che nessuno sotto questi cieli possa gareggiare con te?” Luo BingHe aveva una risposta a quella domanda già da molto tempo. Seduto solennemente, senza alcuna esitazione, rispose apertamente, “Si!” Quando lo vide rispondere con tanta decisione, Shen QingQiu nel suo cuore rilasciò un sospiro di sollievo. Pronunciò con urgenza ogni parola, “Ad esempio, se prima dovessi subire innumerevoli dolorose torture, soffrendo molte privazioni, fino a spingere il tuo stato fisico e psicologico vicino al collasso, vorresti comunque diventare una persona forte?

His voice was light as a feather and every word that fell from his lips was clear. The sound of his footsteps made Shen Qingqiu's heart leap as if he was bungee jumping at a high altitude after an ice-bucket challenge. Sa voix était légère comme une plume et chaque mot qui tombait de ses lèvres était clair. Le son de ses pas fit bondir le cœur de Shen Qingqiu comme s'il faisait du saut à l'élastique en haute altitude après un ice-bucket challenge.

What could be more absurd than discovering that the person from whom you'd exhaustively plotted to flee, and had indeed fled from for so many years, hadn't actually wanted to kill you at all, but wanted to do you instead? Though whether the desire was to kill or fuck, the result was the same: Shen Qingqiu would still run with all his might.

Shen Qingqiu panted, his heart flooding with tears—his period was finally over!

And yet the, “Come with me,” that left his mouth in that instant was involuntary, and it was addressed to Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu steeled himself and spread his legs, letting Luo Binghe’s left leg fall between the two of his.

He’d been looking forward to meeting Shen Qingqiu ever since encountering that pornographic little ditty?

I trust you,” said Liu Qingge. “But I don’t trust him.” “I trust him,” Shen Qingqiu replied without a moment’s hesitation.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Mobei-Jun appeared within the circle of battle like a wraith. He picked up Shang Qinghua, tossing him in Shen Qingqiu’s direction like one would a little chick, then pummeled Zhuzhi-Lang with his fists.