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

Song Jin secretly glanced at the sleeping Lan Qingya.

She was still wearing her wedding dress from last night, looking incredibly beautiful.

No wonder the young master can’t stop thinking about her. She is the most beautiful woman in the world of cultivation. Who can resist seeing her?

He pursed his lips and took out a small wooden box from his arms, observing Lan Qingya's right hand which had not been bandaged in time.

The wound has not yet fully healed.

After his son met the elegant fairy, he became fussy.

It would be better to let him help the young master.

As he thought about it, he opened the small wooden box and gently placed the insect inside on Lan Qingya's injured hand.

Love Flower Gu, oh, Love Flower Gu, you must make the young master’s wish come true.

The poisonous insect burrowed into the wound, and Lan Qingya's breathing suddenly quickened. Song Jin turned around in a hurry and retreated quickly.

When Song Yanche woke up in the evening and opened his eyes, he saw Lan Qingya's affectionate eyes looking at him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Ache, are you awake? How do you feel?"

Song Yanche keenly sensed her difference, and a look of fear flashed across his eyes.

He couldn't believe that the affection in her eyes was real.

With her forehead covered by her fair hand, Lan Qingya showed a relaxed smile.

"It's okay, it's okay. You don't have a fever. You are fine now."

Song Yanche stared at her intently.

"I killed your father. You...you won't blame me, right?" She looked at him cautiously with some worry.

Song Yanche shook his head.

Lan Qingya then smiled sweetly: "Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? I'll ask Song Jin to get you something to eat and drink!"

She said as she stood up to leave.

Song Yanche reached out and held her back: "Don't go..."

Lan Qingya stopped, lowered her head and pulled her hand out of his, her face slowly turning red.

"I won't leave. I will stay here with you."

The strange feeling in his heart became even stronger. Is this Lan Qingya?

But she was standing in front of him, still wearing her wedding dress from yesterday.

It was definitely her.

Seeing him looking at her, Lan Qingya couldn't help but said shyly: "I have been helping you heal your wounds and forgot to change clothes. Wait a minute, I will change clothes and come back soon."

As she spoke, she looked at him with infinite tenderness and turned to leave.

When she came back, she had already washed and dressed.

Different from the bright and charming appearance of yesterday, at this moment she is like a lotus in clear water, without any decoration.

But it made him unable to look away.

Lan Qingya was holding a tray with two side dishes and a pot of wine on it.

"You have just recovered from a serious illness. I have cured all your internal injuries. Drinking a little wine may be good for your health." Lan Qingya placed the contents of the tray on the table with a smile.

Helping Song Yanche to sit down, she filled the wine glasses in front of them.

"This cup is to congratulate you on becoming the head of the Song family. You will never have to compromise again in the future."

Song Yanche looked at her with shining eyes, raised his glass to clink wine with hers, and drank it all in one gulp.

Lan Qingya took care of his injured body and served him food.

After they ate a few bites of food, she raised her glass again: "This glass is to congratulate us on our marriage. I..."

Her face flushed, "I am very happy, Ah Che, are you happy?"

Song Yanche couldn't quite smile. He looked at her expectant eyes and nodded, "I'm happy too."

They both drank it down again.

I still remember what she said a few days ago.

"Oh, why are you being so shy? We're not really getting married. As long as the matter can be done, it doesn't matter if I wear a wedding dress once. Don't worry, I won't pester you."

Song Yanche looked at Lan Qingya in front of him.

But now, she...

"This third cup, I hope you can get well soon. Although yesterday was our wedding night, I'm not in a hurry. I'll wait until you get well, and then we can..."

Lan Qingya's voice was as soft as a mosquito, her face was red all the way to her neck, and she lowered her head and did not dare to look at him.

This was not the ordinary Lan Qingya, not the Lan Qingya he knew.

"Qingya, what's wrong with you?" Song Yanche finally couldn't help but asked.

Lan Qingya's eyes flashed with confusion, and she didn't understand: "Ache, what do you mean?"

Song Yanche's eyes revealed a complex expression, and he swallowed his words back: "It's okay."

"Don't drink too much, these three cups will be enough." She reminded him gently.

"it is good."

After dinner, Lan Qingya came in again, having changed into a thin shirt.

The veil on the outside could not hide her graceful figure, which even made her look a bit seductive.

Song Yanche watched her heal his wounds with a serious face, and when she stood up to leave, he reached out and held her.

"Qingya, can you stay here with me?"

Just as he thought, Lan Qingya nodded shyly and moved onto the bed.

The bed is neither narrow nor wide, more than enough for one person but a bit crowded for two.

Afraid that she would turn over and fall, Song Yanche held her in his arms.

Lan Qingya obediently let him take her into his arms and quietly put her face on his chest.

He had never seen such thoughtfulness and gentleness from her, and Song Yanche felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

Besides being excited, I also felt a little scared. Could happiness really come like this?

He also planned many dramas and many self-torture schemes.

It seems to be of no use.

Did she really fall in love with him like this?

Song Yanche only felt the love in his heart surging, not knowing where it should flow.

The overflowing feeling of happiness almost overwhelmed him.

It is a beauty that I have never experienced before.

He suddenly raised his hands and hugged her, feeling the sweet happiness.

Lan Qingya put her arms around his waist and pressed her body against his.

As if she sensed his emotions, she slowly raised her head, her curved eyes filled with obvious temptation.

"Ache..."

Song Yanche lowered his eyes and saw her standing close to him.

"Do you want a kiss?" She blushed but still asked, "A kiss won't prevent you from recovering from your injury."

Song Yanche could hear her frantic heartbeat.

His heart felt like it was being pulled by her and was throbbing, his heartbeat was even more violent than hers.

He couldn't refuse at all, so he lowered his head and whispered, "I don't know how, you teach me."

Lan Qingya kicked her legs twice to move herself up a little, and brought her red lips to his.

At this moment, the playfulness in her eyes regained some of its original appearance.

For a moment, Song Yanche was a little confused as to whether it was really her.

Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Lan Qingya pouted in dissatisfaction: "Do you want to..."

The two of them were already too close, so he leaned forward gently and kissed her lips.

An electric current instantly passed from the touching lips to his heart, making him unable to help but feel even more unbearable.

Sucking her red lips, I felt confused and didn't know how to continue.

Lan Qingya let out a soft laugh and raised her hands to hug his neck, gently guiding him to deepen the kiss.

Their breaths intertwined, and a sweet scent lingered between them.

Song Yanche only felt that he was brought into the clouds by her, and was immersed in great happiness and unable to extricate himself.

After a long while, he separated from her, panting and trembling.

There was moisture in his eyes.