Blooming Flowers Silent Sorrow

Translator: Silvery Butterfly     The moment Xiao Bao regained consciousness, he felt as if his body had been trampled by ten oxen, with not a single part that wasn’t in pain.     Grimacing and groaning, he lay on the bed, not daring to move. Just thinking about how he got injured brought cold

Translator: Silvery Butterfly     Xiao Bao, in the midst of kissing, was suddenly shoved aside. He saw Huai En pick up a long sword and lunge at him. Xiao Bao, terrified, yelled and scrambled away, rolling several feet back.   “Don’t… come near…” Huai En, wildly swinging the sword, had lost all semblance of

Translator: Silvery Butterfly   Xiao Bao’s mind went blank, as if struck by lightning, his thoughts even emptier than Huai En’s exposed chest. “Fool, look carefully, this young master has a handle.” Scenes of his time with Huai En flashed through Xiao Bao’s mind like a revolving lantern—from the first glimpse under the moonlight, to

Translator: Silvery Butterfly Xiao Bao was dumbfounded. He had messed around with women in all sorts of ways with his rowdy friends, and he had used aphrodisiacs before. He knew that stuff could be deadly if it really took effect. “Impossible!! There must be an antidote!! Hand it over…” Before he could finish speaking, a

Translator: Silvery Butterfly Two inexperienced individuals charged around the vast mountain forest like headless flies. After several hours, their voices were hoarse from shouting, and they could still only hear their own echoes. The mountain paths became increasingly difficult to traverse, and their horses were long since unable to continue, forcing them to proceed on