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

This style is totally unlike Lan Qingya herself.

Not to mention her thoughtfulness and gentleness, and her deliberate flattery when facing him.

Apart from her master, no one could make her flatter him deliberately.

She felt extremely conflicted, as if something wanted to tear her in two from within.

Hearing his question, Lan Qingya nodded.

Song Yanche poured a glass of water, sat at the head of the bed, pulled her into his arms, and watched her drink the water.

After drinking the water, he took the cup, stood up and put it on the table, then helped her put on her clothes.

Covering up all the ambiguous red marks, he raised his hand and stroked her hair.

"Would you like something to eat?"

She didn't answer, but put her arms around his waist and pressed her whole body against him: "Ache, tell me, am I me?"

Song Yanche's body stiffened. He couldn't bear her touch at all.

Hearing Lan Qingya's question, he couldn't help but remain silent.

When he didn't answer, she rubbed her head buried in his chest and rubbed her body against his.

"If I wasn't me, would you still like me?"

"Of course, I only like you." He hugged her back and said softly.

Lan Qingya laughed foolishly twice: "I like Ah Che, too. I like him so much that it doesn't seem like myself anymore."

Song Yanche felt the softness of the person in his arms and tried hard to restrain himself.

He swallowed and said, "So, do you want to eat?"

Lan Qingya smiled again, raised her little face and leaned over to kiss the corner of his lips: "Yes."

"What to eat?"

There was a sly flash in her eyes, and two words came out of her lips: "Eat you."

Feeling her obvious teasing, Song Yanche's eyes dimmed slightly. He bent down, picked her up, and returned to the bed.

*

Demon world.

Demon Lord Duan Muyang sat in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, his whole body covered in blood.

The first riot finally came.

This battle lasted for seven days and seven nights.

He wanted to kill him while the demon lords who supported him were repairing the barrier.

Duan Muyang sneered.

dream.

The corpses he had killed piled up into a small hill beneath him, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

Lan Qingya is restless again.

But he was fighting at that time, and even if he felt her emotional fluctuations, he had no time to pay attention to her.

Seven days had passed, and he was still injured, making it impossible for him to cast magic to check on her condition.

Is it Jun Moxiao?

A bloodthirsty cruelty flashed across his face, and he decided to let the woman be at ease for a few days until he had healed his wounds before using the forbidden technique in Borneo.

He would be able to meet her soon.

Is she looking forward to it?

Just be happy, for you will get everything back in due time.

In the distance, five demon kings including Wu Xingyun arrived with tens of thousands of demon troops.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

*

Song Yanche carried the person in his arms to the bathroom, and they took a bath together.

Lan Qingya put her arms around his neck and murmured, "Ache, Ache..."

The past few days have been really absurd, and he feels that he can't go on like this.

But every time she came to him, he couldn't say no.

He didn't want to lie to himself, he wanted her.

A thousand times, ten thousand times.

To this day, he feels back pain when he stands up.

How many days have they not been out of the house?

The people from the Song family were also sent back by Song Jin.

It's time to break away from endless desires and clear your mind.

He kissed her temples with infinite affection and whispered, "It's time to go out for a walk."

Coming out of the bathroom, Song Yanche pulled the prepared clothes over and patiently helped her put them on one by one.

Faced with her playful and clumsy behavior, he did not get angry, but just said with heavy breathing: "Stop making trouble, get dressed early and go out to enjoy the flowers."

Lan Qingya finally let him go and allowed him to dress her up.

He had very deft hands, and his rigorous style enabled him to make her hair smooth and beautiful when he was doing it, meticulously.

He inserted a pearl hairpin into her hair and said with some dissatisfaction: "I will help you pick a better-looking one some other day."

He thought about it and changed his words: "I'll make one for you. What kind do you like?"

Lan Qingya looked at him through the mirror: "Anything that Ah Che thinks is good-looking is good."

Song Yanche smiled and nodded.

The smile has never left his face lately.

More than he had in the first half of his life combined.

The whole person becomes warm and gentle.

Song Jin came in from outside and said, "Young Master...ah, Patriarch, several uncles are here and they want you to discuss with them about inspecting the Song family's shop."

Song Yanche responded and Song Jin stepped out.

He pulled Lan Qingya up and fed her breakfast mouthful by mouthful.

Lan Qingya said she could eat by herself, but he wouldn't let her.

She felt that she had become much more pampered by him these days.

He took care of all the meals and clothes himself, and he hardly walked a few steps.

The only thing she did was...

After breakfast, he wiped the corners of her lips clean and said softly, "I have to go with a few uncles to inspect the shop. I'm afraid it will take more than a month."

Lan Qingya nodded: "Then I will go back to Piao Miao Sect and wait for you."

He had thought she would pester him to go with her.

It’s not impossible, but it will ultimately slow down progress.

I was still struggling in my heart whether to agree or not.

Because he also didn't want to be separated from her for a moment.

But I didn't expect that she didn't ask for it at all.

I couldn't tell whether I felt more disappointed or grateful that I could relax and rest for a few days.

He nodded: "Okay, I'll come find you as soon as I'm done."

"There are still three months until the Immortal Path Conference. Can you come back before then?"

Feeling her attachment, he nodded: "I will definitely come back to accompany you to the Immortal Conference."

Song Jin, who heard their conversation outside, looked tense.

I’m afraid it won’t work in more than a month.

Something will happen to the fairy.

Song Jin was thinking in his mind that he had to find an opportunity to tell his master about the hidden matter.

The Song family meeting room.

A middle-aged male cultivator said, "Master, the Sifang Kingdom has recently suffered from natural disasters. There is drought in the north and floods in the south. They are both very serious. Now there are starving people all over the country, and the people are living in misery."

"Every time there is a natural disaster, our Song family will send people to provide disaster relief, and this time is no exception."

Song Yanche nodded: "Song Jin, you will lead the disaster relief team this time, and make sure the people are well settled."

This is the compassionate heart that a noble family should have.

Even if a monk lives a long life but gives up his responsibility and compassion for all living beings, he will only drift further and further away from the right path.

Song Jin understood that the young master intended to promote him. If he did this well, he would no longer be just a small servant in the future.

He calculated the time in his mind and thought he should be able to come back.

He immediately received the order and rushed to the disaster area with supplies.

"In that case, let's set off as well." Song Yanche sent the relief team away and said in a low voice.

Go early so you can come back early.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Lan Qingya came out of the bedroom and felt as if she was in another world.

She realized that she was feeling really weird lately. On the one hand, she couldn't stop herself from facing Song Yanche, but on the other hand, she felt a strong sense of detachment in her heart.

It was as if the love for him was not her own, yet she was unable to extricate herself.

Just like now, he had just left and she was already missing him madly.