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

He stood there for a while, then turned and left.

When she reached the door, Lan Qingya sighed.

He stopped pulling the door.

"I need to eat and...heal..."

"You deserve all this suffering." He pulled the bolt.

"At least, give me something to eat."

Ye Youhan said nothing and walked out slowly.

Soon he came back with food.

Lan Qingya was too weak at this time, so he could only feed her himself.

She was seriously injured, and this move was more of a test of his bottom line, so she didn't eat much.

After the meal, he cast a spell on her to seal the spiritual power in her body.

This method was much gentler than the previous one, and Lan Qingya cooperated obediently.

His almond-shaped eyes were always staring at her, as if he was trying to find a reason to punish her.

Lan Qingya would not give him this opportunity.

The next day, a tall demon commander came to bring her food.

Ye Youhan no longer treated her harshly, and someone delivered three meals a day to her.

After practicing to the level of Demon Marshal, he was able to compress his huge body into a smaller size. This Demon Marshal was more than two meters tall. Although he was still very strong and tall, he was close to the level of a normal person.

Lan Qingya looked at him calmly. His facial features were rough and regular, and he looked cold and stiff.

His appearance is no different from that of a normal person.

She watched him put the food down in silence and turn away.

He is the one who delivers meals every day.

On the third day, Lan Qingya finally spoke first: "Thank you."

The demon commander froze, did not answer, and retreated.

She put the food into her mouth and chewed slowly, as if her mind had drifted far away.

Without the nourishment of spiritual energy, the physical injuries recovered extremely slowly.

She's not in a hurry.

After all, what we have to do next will also take time to accomplish.

After the first conversation, every time the Demon Marshal came, she would say a few simple words to him.

"Thank you."

"Today's is better than yesterday's."

“Can we have a vegetarian dish next time?”

"I want to drink water."

...

Until seven days later.

"What's your name?" Lan Qingya asked tentatively again.

"Tong Hui. This is the name the Lord gave me." He finally answered her question formally.

This is a historic breakthrough.

Lan Qingya was delighted, but she remained calm. She forced out a faint but gentle smile: "Nice to meet you, Tong Hui, my name is Lan Qingya."

She stared at him intently.

Tong Hui avoided her gaze, collected the dishes on the table and left.

Now, he changed from putting the food down and leaving, waiting for her to finish eating before picking it up, to staying and watching her finish eating before leaving.

Although I am unable to practice the exercises, all these years of training have not been in vain.

Lan Qingya lowered her head for a while, admiring her unique advantages, and smiled twice with ambiguous meanings.

Three days later, after dinner, she suddenly grabbed Tong Hui's wrist, lowered her head and smiled shyly: "I, I want to take a bath and wash off this filth."

"You know, women like to be clean. I've been like this for so many days. It's so uncomfortable."

As she spoke, she raised her face, her eyes flashing with requests and hopes: "Just a simple wash, okay?"

Tong Hui was pulled by her and his whole body stiffened instantly.

He glanced over her body and couldn't help but breathe rapidly.

After a while, he nodded and said three words: "Wait a minute."

Lan Qingya watched him leave with joy and gratitude on her face.

As soon as he disappeared through the door, she immediately dropped her smile.

Demon Marshal, you don't have enough concentration.

After a while, Tong Hui came back.

He waved his hand, and a wooden barrel filled with water appeared out of thin air on the open space in the cell, filled with hot steam.

Lan Qingya hugged him happily, but he was too tall and her head only reached his chest.

"Tong Hui, thank you."

Tong Hui's body stiffened again: "No, you're welcome, it's not a big deal."

Lan Qingya showed a harmless smile.

He became more talkative.

"You want to look at me? I don't care." She said, and took off her dirty outer robe.

The wound had stained her clothes thoroughly, and the blood had dried over the past few days, gradually turning brown and black.

Her outer shirt fell off, revealing her perfect shoulders and arms.

Tong Hui: “…”

Lan Qingya ignored his silence, turned around, scooped up water from the bucket and washed the blood off her arm.

White and greasy like fat.

It is particularly conspicuous in the dim dungeon.

"Did he ask you to look at me?" She washed the stains on her face again, turned her head and stared at him as he slowly approached.

"Then you can stay and watch me bathe."

Tong Hui's breathing became rapid, and his gaze towards her became hot, filled with a kind of lustful innocence.

The origin of the demon race is almost born together with desire.

He had just developed spiritual intelligence and was still very naive, so he hit the target with one hook.

Just when Lan Qingya thought he couldn't bear it anymore, Tong Hui suddenly turned around and said, "You are the Lord. I'll wait outside. Call me when you're better."

As he said this he opened the door.

Ye Youhan stood quietly outside the door. He glanced at Tong Hui with a cold gaze, then looked at Lan Qingya. It was unknown how long he stood there.

Tong Hui's mind instantly became seven points clear. He lowered his head, bowed to Ye Youhan, and turned to leave.

What intimidation did his eyes have on her?

Lan Qingya didn't feel guilty at all, she curled her lips and said, "You're here. I want to take a shower, you go out now."

Ye Youhan didn't have that much time to see her, and when he came he would just say a few words and then leave.

This is the third time in the past ten days.

Lan Qingya knew that he was busy dealing with Duan Muyang.

Although she didn't know how he hid his identity now, she was sure that he would never face Duan Muyang with his current appearance.

She said this coldly, took off one more piece of clothing, leaving only the bloody bra and panties, and entered the bathtub as if no one was around.

The slightly warm water soaked the wound that had not yet completely scabbed, causing a slow but deep pain.

Lan Qingya couldn't help but take a deep breath.

She squinted her eyes and watched him rubbing the ring finger of his right hand with his left hand.

"Why, do you want to go together?" She asked with some contempt in her eyes.

Ye Youhan suddenly stepped forward and pulled her out of the bathtub.

His movements were rough and he pinched the wound on her shoulder with his hand. Lan Qingya couldn't help but groan.

Her unique sweet scent rushed into his nostrils, and the evil fire just now miraculously subsided.

"Tong Hui can see it, but I can't?" He tried his best to look cold and fierce.

Lan Qingya's wound, which was pinched by him, oozed blood. She pulled the corners of her lips and smiled: "Of course, if Lord Demon is willing, he can take me now, and I can't resist."

This kind of contempt was mixed with a kind of provocation that you are nothing special, which made Ye Youhan inexplicably angry.

He could force himself on her, but if he did so, he would never be able to win her heart again.

Furthermore, if he did such a despicable thing, where would his pride as the Demon Lord be?

After a while, he pushed hard and Lan Qingya was pushed back into the bathtub.

She had no spiritual power now, and her body could not withstand his great force. In an instant, her whole body was immersed in the water, covering her head.