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

Lan Qingya was shocked.

Zhuolu Mountain is not far from the Lengmo Realm, just a little to the south. If you use the teleportation array and fly, you can reach it on the same day.

Will Leng Cangyue go in five days?

"I know. I'll be there before then."

She hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "You, be careful."

She wasn't worried about him. If anything happened to him, she would lose her teammate.

A hint of joy flashed across Duan Muyang's lonely face. Looking at her still cold face, he nodded softly: "Got it."

As he spoke, he walked quickly forward. Lan Qingya raised her eyes to look at him. The rapidly shortening distance between them finally caused some changes in her expression.

"You, what do you want to do?"

He hit her on the back of the head with a palm, and Lan Qingya cursed "bastard" before fainting.

Duan Muyang hugged her and held her tightly in his arms.

For more than ten years, only at this moment did she allow him to hug her meekly.

Even though he hadn't received a response for a long time, now that she was in his arms, his empty heart was instantly filled.

Yaya, even if I'm not by your side, I will give you security.

A quarter of an hour later, a demonic light flashed, and Duan Muyang's face turned a little paler. If he was just weak last time, this time he looked a bit sickly pale.

Looking at the unconscious person in his arms, a satisfied smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips.

*

When Leng Cangyue woke up, he found that the warmth in his hand was gone.

His face changed and he suddenly opened his eyes, only to see Lan Qingya sitting on the ground in front of the warm couch, lying beside him.

His expression relaxed instantly, and the violent look in his eyes gradually subsided.

His eyes fell on that porcelain-white face.

Her sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful, with a few strands of hair on her temples blocking her cheeks so that her entire face could not be seen.

Her eyelashes were curled and straight, like a feather fan sweeping across his heart.

She is like the sun hanging high in the sky. She doesn't have to do anything, just being there makes people feel warm.

Leng Cangyue raised her hand and pushed aside her hair that was covering her cheeks, revealing her rosy and delicate lips.

His breathing stagnated, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he quietly stood up and approached.

As they got closer, her unique sweet scent enveloped him, and for the first time he felt that the pain was not so unbearable.

He couldn't help but lean over and kiss the owner of the lips.

Just as the two were about to touch, Leng Cangyue's robe brushed across her wrist. Lan Qingya's breathing tightened, she frowned, and slowly opened her eyes.

She felt that the suffocating feeling she had when she woke up had dissipated, and Leng Cangyue had quickly lay back down.

When she raised her eyes, she saw his light-colored pupils with a faint smile, looking at her gently.

"I fell asleep... When did you wake up? Why didn't you call me?" She felt a little embarrassed.

"I just woke up too." He said gently.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm..." His eyes fell on the other side of her cheek where a shallow mark was left, and he unconsciously reached out to smooth it out.

Lan Qingya was shocked by the unprecedented gentleness and warmth in his eyes and did not react immediately.

His slightly cool fingertips had already brushed her cheek.

The soft touch of her fingertips made him shudder slightly. It was not a fierce contact, but he touched her so softly.

Lan Qingya came to her senses and turned her head to avoid his hand.

At this moment, she felt the magic power in her dantian surge again, as if it was about to advance.

Now is not the right time, so she suppressed her cultivation and delayed her advancement.

Combining the two sudden increases in her cultivation, Lan Qingya already knew in her heart that this was Duan Muyang's secret manipulation.

Childish, will she be moved by such silent dedication?

"You'd better keep the fireplace lit. It's cold and it will make you feel better at night."

"Hmm..." Leng Cangyue responded gently, the emptiness at his fingertips made him feel unhappy.

I don't know when snowflakes started falling outside.

This first snow was not as subtle as imagined. The snowflakes were as big as cotton wool, fluttering to the ground.

There is no wind.

Soon, the palace was covered with soft snow, adding a touch of beauty.

The gray sky always makes people feel depressed, but when there are people around, it seems different.

"It's snowing." Lan Qingya looked out the window and said in a low voice.

"It's cold in the side hall, come here and warm yourself by the fire."

Leng Cangyue spoke in a very natural tone, as if he was talking about breakfast, but his pale hands were clenched into fists in his sleeves, shaking slightly.

Lan Qingya turned her head to look at him, his light-colored eyes met her calmly, but she was keenly aware of the danger.

She had a feeling that if she refused, he would immediately lose control and do something terrible.

"Won't it bother you?" She chose to obey.

"No, I like it..." He saw the soft light in her eyes, shining into his dark heart, "I like your interruption..."

As he spoke, he took out the wood carving he had carved over the past few days and handed it to her.

Lan Qingya was surprised: "A gift for me?"

"Ah."

Taking the wood carving, she saw that he had carved her standing proudly with a sword in hand, her shawl fluttering and her sleeves dancing. Even though it was a dead object made of wood, one could sense the arrogance that emanated from her flying black hair and the hem of her skirt.

"It's really well carved." She murmured in a low voice, "You must have read it carefully."

After saying this with an ambiguous meaning, she suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you, I like it very much."

"As long as you like it." He seemed very happy to see her reaction. His soft eyes fell on her smile, with a little surging emotion, "It's time to eat."

Lan Qingya put away the wooden sculpture and walked forward to help him walk to the table: "I want to drink meatball soup."

"it is good."

"Now that you're feeling better, can you have some wine? Drinking warms you up."

"Ah."

So, for dinner they lit a small red clay stove in the room and placed some fruit wine on the stove. It had a mellow taste and was very comfortable to drink.

The fruit wine had a strong aftertaste, so she didn't drink much.

Leng Cangyue seemed to be in a good mood and drank the entire pot of wine.

Finally, Lan Qingya was worried that his weak body couldn't handle it, so she stopped him from asking Anu to get some wine.

Leng Cangyue insisted somewhat dissatisfiedly, and Lan Qingya pulled back his raised hand: "Be obedient."

His eyes darkened and he turned to look at her.

As the alcohol took effect, Lan Qingya's cold yet charming face turned a faint red, like a half-ripe peach.

"Xiaoya, I..." He rolled his Adam's apple and looked at her with deep eyes.

Lan Qingya pursed her lips, calmly pulled him up and helped him to the bed.

"You are drunk, so take a good rest. I will sleep on the warm couch today, and you can sleep on the bed."

Leng Cangyue, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly put his arms around her waist, buried his head in her abdomen, and said in a hoarse voice: "I regret it..."

"Ok?"

"Nothing, let me lean on you for a while."

Lan Qingya did not struggle and let him hold her in his arms. There was no extra emotion in her eyes, only calmness.

"Xiaoya, I like you..." He buried his head deeply, his voice muffled.

"Can you try to accept me?"

Lan Qingya: ...