It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

His soft lips were then pulled out more than an inch and then quietly released.

Jun Moxiao stood up suddenly with disordered breathing and approached her to ask for it.

Lan Qingya quickly stepped back to avoid being touched by him.

The two men stopped moving at the same time, and Jun Moxiao's aura changed.

Lan Qingya's expression changed: "Master, I was wrong... um..."

Jun Moxiao forcefully pulled her into his arms without giving her any explanation and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Lan Qingya only felt that his breath was coming towards her with an aggressiveness, but it was not unfamiliar.

He held the person's head firmly in his arms to prevent her from moving.

The hasty kiss was a little awkward at first, but he soon mastered her lips and traced their shape with long-suppressed desire.

The initial intensity gradually subsided, and he became much gentler and more patient, as if expressing the affection in his heart.

Lan Qingya was kissed so hard that she felt breathless. Her hairpins fell to the ground and she murmured softly in between kisses.

This sound seemed to ignite Jun Moxiao's possessiveness.

He was no longer satisfied with the shallow sweetness, but pried open her pearly teeth with passion and force, driving straight in, ravaging her.

Lan Qingya was a little confused and was led by him into being indulged.

Her lips and tongue chased and entangled with each other, so fiercely that it seemed to ignite both of them.

The spring is full of beauties, and the soul is in confusion; the flowers and trees are intertwined, and the bones are melted.

After an unknown amount of time, Lan Qingya was finally let go by him.

In a moment, the competitive spirit in her eyes disappeared, leaving only confusion and helplessness.

This is her master!

He is the Taibai star before dawn and the fragrant plum blossom in the severe winter, pure and cold, flawless and distant.

“Master…” She called softly, her voice like steamed glutinous rice soaked in flower water, fragrant, soft and sweet, “You lost.”

I didn't expect that this cold and abstinent person could be so passionate and fierce once he was aroused, which burned Lan Qingya so much that she couldn't look directly at it.

Jun Moxiao did not answer. He flipped his broad body over, and Lan Qingya, who was originally in his arms, was pressed underneath.

Lan Qingya:?

Seeing the desire in his eyes, she was a little scared.

The fight started a fire?

Where is the concentration you promised?

She became visibly panicked and struggled but failed to break free.

Jun Moxiao stopped her from struggling with an unquestionable force.

The corners of her lips trembled slightly, and her misty eyes were like a deer looking at him through the jungle in the morning light.

Bewitched without knowing it.

Jun Moxiao lowered his head and kissed her forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, and ears...

Her ears were very sensitive. She couldn't help but inhale and murmur at the touch of soft lips and the not-too-heavy breathing.

"don't want..."

[Master, don't do this. Once something starts, it is beyond our control.]

Jun Moxiao's eyes were filled with emotion. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, supported her back, and lifted her up in front of him, like a sacrificial gift.

He kissed her lips again, silently expressing his attitude.

Lan Qingya groaned and tried to raise her hand to push him away, but the spiritual power she exerted was blocked by him because of his higher level of cultivation.

He would not tolerate any protest from her.

The temperature in the air continued to rise, and Jun Moxiao arched his back to let her feel his heat.

Lan Qingya was shocked by the changes in his waist.

Is Master really moved?

What about her? What should she do?

There was a voice in her heart tempting her to obey.

Feeling the person in his arms soften like spring water, Jun Moxiao lingered on the sweetness in her mouth while using his hot hands to find her dumpling.

Lan Qingya shuddered all over.

The two passionate hearts no longer concealed themselves and catered to each other.

What happened next seemed to be a natural progression.

In a state of confusion and passion, Lan Qingya suddenly frowned and cried out in pain, and Jun Moxiao looked up at her.

Her originally rosy face turned pale in an instant, as if she was in great pain.

The lust in his eyes faded slightly, and he held her face: "What's wrong?"

Lan Qingya opened her mouth and wanted to say that she was fine, but before she could say anything, her face turned pale again and blood flowed from her lips.

Jun Moxiao woke up completely and quickly stood up and helped her lie down.

The deep and mellow spiritual power carried her consciousness into her body, and she saw that the mark on her heart was emitting a red light.

Lan Qingya closed her eyes in pain, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

Duan Muyang, that mad guy, came to torture her again.

Jun Moxiao focused on using his spiritual power to dissipate the evil energy on the mark to relieve her pain.

"When we return, I will help you refine a barrier."

Lan Qingya shook her head: "Master, please don't damage your body for me anymore."

Jun Moxiao pursed his lips and did not answer.

Lan Qingya held his hand and said, "I can handle this matter. He just wants to use me to achieve his goal. I am still useful now. He won't do anything to me."

He still lowered his eyes and helped her heal her wounds seriously.

Lan Qingya reached out and lifted his chin, making him look at her: "If you damage your body, I will never talk to you again."

She said it very seriously, and the threat was harmless, but it really made him hesitate.

She knew what he cared about most, and she had him in her hands.

There was another sharp pain in my chest.

It’s not over, right?

Lan Qingya suddenly sneered. How dark a personality does Duan Muyang have? How can he not bear to see other people in love?

A feeling of stubbornness surged in her heart, and Lan Qingya held up Jun Moxiao's face in anger and was about to kiss him.

The more he forbad her to do something, the more she wanted to do it.

Jun Moxiao saw her coming towards him with great energy.

Lowered eyes, slightly raised red lips.

Something moved in his heart.

The next moment, large mouthfuls of blood spurted directly onto his face and chest, still warm and shocking.

His usually calm eyes flashed with panic, and he reached out to catch her falling body.

Jun Moxiao's face was as cold as frost, but he gently stroked the unconscious person in his arms, continuously helping her heal the evil spirit in her heart.

He was not relieved until Lan Qingya's breathing became steady and her complexion gradually recovered.

Demon Lord Duan Muyang?

There was a cold flash in his eyes.

When Lan Qingya woke up again, it was already night, and there were chaotic footsteps outside.

Jun Moxiao sat at the head of the bed, spiritual energy nourishing her body all the time.

"Master..." Lan Qingya felt the pain in her chest disappear and whispered, "I'm fine."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. I'll find a way when we get back." Jun Moxiao said in a gentle tone.

No more coldness and alienation.

Lan Qingya had never seen such a master before and could not help but stare at him in shock for a moment.

"You are not allowed to extract your soul to refine magic tools for me again." She added seriously and solemnly.

"otherwise..."

Jun Moxiao looked at her eyes rolling around and curled his lips: "What else are you going to do?"

"Otherwise I will be angry, very angry, the kind that cannot be appeased, and I will never talk to you again." She glared at him viciously.

"Okay," he looked at her bluffing and pulled her into his arms, "I'll think of another way."

This is Jun Moxiao, but this is not Jun Moxiao.