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

He was like a monster staring at her in a dark corner, full of calculations and desire to possess her.

The happiness that I never dared to imagine is now in my arms.

He felt unreal.

Also, fear.

"Qingya, you are real, right?"

Lan Qingya leaned forward and pecked his lips again: "Do you feel it?"

He nodded.

"So, of course I am real."

Song Yanche held her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted her to merge into his own flesh and blood.

A crazy idea popped up in his mind, to imprison her and make her belong to him forever.

No, no.

Song Yanche suppressed the thoughts in his mind. He would rather hurt himself than hurt Qingya.

He buried his head in her neck with infinite attachment, and murmured her name repeatedly: "Qingya...Qingya..."

Lan Qingya was as gentle as water. She raised her hand to touch his back, rubbed his ears, and patiently responded softly: "It's me... I'm..."

These days, Lan Qingya has been hanging around Song Yanche, asking about his well-being, taking good care of him, and making him happy.

Song Yanche's condition is getting better day by day.

Therefore, love can make people grow flesh and blood crazily.

In a short period of time, his internal and external injuries were almost healed.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the window looking at Lan Qingya, who was wearing a white dress and sitting in the yard weaving a garland.

After the wreath was finished, she put it on her head and raised an eyebrow at him with a smile.

It’s like asking, does it look good?

Song Yanche smiled back at her and nodded.

good looking.

People are more delicate than flowers.

Lan Qingya was obviously in a good mood after receiving his affirmation. She leaped onto a big tree in the yard, dangling her feet and humming a little tune.

He had never heard that piece of music before, but he found it very pleasant to the ear.

She seemed like a doll carefully prepared for him, and her heart and eyes were filled with him.

Give him enough attention, give him timely feedback, and give him your only emotion.

Song Yanche deliberately ignored the strange feeling in his heart and just wanted to indulge in his current happiness and never wake up.

This way she could always be by his side, just like now, smiling at him and making fun of him.

The important thing is that she is by his side now, and that is enough.

He has already started taking over the Song family affairs.

The elders were originally a little worried that he had no experience and would inevitably make wrong decisions and pay some lessons.

But Song Yanche didn't.

He was meticulous and thoughtful, and he treated the Song family with both kindness and severity. The lives of the family members were much better than when Song Kun was around.

For a while, there was praise and appreciation for him.

Song Yanche felt calm.

The Song family is his responsibility.

Taking care of it did not give him a sense of accomplishment.

The only one who could touch him was her.

Whenever he thought of Lan Qingya, his heart was filled with sweetness.

In his hand, he stroked the note she had just sent him.

It says: Pick the flowers when they are in bloom, don't wait until there are no flowers left and the branches are empty.

These obvious words made his heart warm slightly.

Don’t be anxious, don’t be anxious, wait until your body recovers completely, then you can perform well.

A few days later, Song Yanche finally recovered.

On a moonlit night with sparse stars, a man and a woman hugged each other in the room.

The belated bridal chamber is finally, finally here.

Lan Qingya was shy and didn't want to light the candle.

Song Yanche turned off the lights in the room as instructed.

He took Lan Qingya's hand and walked into the bed curtain, touched her feverish face, then turned around and blew out the last lamp.

There was only a faint moonlight left in the room, which made the two people look like silhouettes.

He carefully took care of her emotions, fearing that she might be unwilling.

Feeling the nervousness of the person in his arms, Song Yanche said gently in her ear: "Qingya, do you believe me?"

Lan Qingya nodded.

He lifted her chin: "Then don't be afraid, leave you to me."

He said, pressing his lips against hers.

Tossing and turning, short of breath, lingering with love.

Feeling the person in his arms relax in his tenderness, Song Yanche couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips.

He reached out and took a piece of white cloth and covered her eyes.

Without vision, every touch on the body becomes extremely clear and sensitive.

Feeling his gentleness, gradual progress, patient but firm strength.

Lan Qingya's breathing gradually became disordered.

His kiss went from gentle at the beginning to becoming more and more intense and violent, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her up.

Lan Qingya was so aroused by him that her whole body went limp, and a soft cry came out of her throat: "A Che, have mercy on me..."

When Song Yanche heard her sweet voice full of desire, the look in his eyes darkened.

This simply gave him plenty of opportunities to reap the rewards.

The violent touches came upon her with an intense urgency and possession.

He sealed his mouth around hers to stop her sobs from escaping.

While their lips and tongues were entangled, he reached out and tied Lan Qingya's white arms to the head of the bed with silk cloth.

Lan Qingya was led down into depravity by him, and when she came to her senses, she was already firmly shackled.

A wave of fear surged in her heart, and she called out uneasily, "A Che...what are you going to do?"

The clothes on her body were torn into rags by him roughly, and she felt a little cold.

Then there was the sound of his clothes falling to the ground.

Feeling the hot body covering her again, she couldn't help but breathe rapidly.

"Ache..."

"Don't be afraid."

After these two simple words, Song Yanche said nothing more.

He turned the unspeakable love in his heart into action.

Lan Qingya had her hands tied and could only endure it passively.

This actually stimulated her senses more directly, allowing her to feel his fierce, almost crazy love.

He reached out and pinched the willow-like waist.

The broken humming sound pierced the dark room.

She was at a loss, but still expressed her happiness in a gentle and tactful way.

He indulged in lust in his rough movements.

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When it was dawn, Lan Qingya opened her eyes and saw Song Yanche standing in front of the window.

The strips of cloth that bound her were removed, and she rubbed her wrists, which had been carefully healed with spiritual power.

He lowered his head and looked at himself. His body was covered with red marks, telling of the intensity of last night.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Song Yanche looked at her, and recalled the way she whined and moaned last night and let him twist and squeeze her. He couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and an impulse came over him again.

No, she can't bear it.

Song Yanche calmed down and asked, "Madam, would you like some water?"

Lady.

What a strange title.

Lan Qingya was a little confused. She felt a mixture of love and hate for the man in front of her. She longed to make love with him, but at the same time, she felt a resistance in her heart.

She didn't know what was going on.

When she saw Song Yanche, she was clearly very moved and wished she could be with him for the rest of her life.

But this obviously shouldn't be her idea, she has always been very open-minded.

What she said when she was educating Song Wanxin that day should be her true thoughts.

What about that impulse in my heart that I can only have him?

Apart from him, she seemed to no longer want to touch anything in this world.