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

The bun skin is so thin that it is transparent. It breaks with a slight poke of chopsticks, and the fragrant juice flows out.

Just smelling the taste, Bai Qingya nodded: "It's worthy of Madam Meng's craftsmanship."

She has been doing this since she was a child and she highly approves of it.

Shen Yijun poured her a glass of wine: "Drink cold wine when it's hot, but don't drink too much..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Qingya had already picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then turned to look at him:?

Shen Yijun: ...

She raised her little face and smiled obediently: "I know."

Then she ate the whole tray of buns and drank the pot of wine.

Shen Yijun originally wanted to stop her, but seeing her smiling sweetly and enjoying herself, he not only did not stop her, but also raised his hand to pour her some wine.

He was a cold-blooded general whose orders were as strict as a mountain, but when he met her, he seemed to have lost all his principles.

He silently reflected in his heart that this wasn't the right way to go.

The hand holding the pot and pouring wine stopped and disappeared.

The girl's clear face had a peach-colored complexion, like the finest fine-quality pastel-colored porcelain, delicate and jade-like, clear and translucent.

She was obviously confused and gave him a silly smile.

Shen Yijun sighed helplessly: "Alan, you have to drink even though you can't. Is this all you can do after one pot?"

Bai Qingya frowned: "I can drink a lot."

As she spoke, she used her magical powers to try to get rid of the drunkenness, but failed.

She was a little angry and pointed at the small pot and said, "I can drink a hundred of these pots."

He propped himself up on the table with his hands, stood up and said, "Go get another hundred pots, and I'll open your eyes!"

The wine was quite intoxicating. When she stood up, she felt her feet were weak, as if she had no roots, and she was about to fall down.

Shen Yijun quickly supported her.

His helpless voice sounded above his head: "Alan, don't brag."

Bai Qingya became unhappy instantly.

"You always think I'm just bragging. Is there anything I haven't done that I promised you?"

"The most important thing I promised you is to come here. I'm here! Are you happy?"

She raised her eyes, met his obscure pupils that were full of unknown meanings, and smiled: "Don't be unhappy, we still have important things to do today."

Shen Yijun suppressed the ups and downs of his emotions: "What's the matter?"

She grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, her eyes dim and her voice soft, "It's unlucky not to do well."

In the hibiscus tent, the brocade quilt fluttered.

He raised his head from her chest and whispered with heavy breathing: "Alan... Alan..."

The delicate person in his arms was not shy and resisting as he had imagined. Instead, she was proactive and enthusiastic, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He was also overwhelmed with emotion and had sex with her again and again.

After the love affair, he hugged the person in his arms, his heart filled with excitement, sweetness, yet a bit of inexplicable sadness, heaviness, and complexity that was hard to describe.

He didn't know where those negative emotions came from and was confused for a moment.

The girl in his arms seemed to sense his emotions. She raised her head and kissed his chin, Adam's apple, and gradually moved downwards.

After teasing her, she asked, "Have you rested enough? Jun, the night is still long..."

The cold yet charming face in front of him invited him with a smile, and he lost the ability to think.

I could only allow myself to fall into a passionate love affair with her again.

We meet again after a hundred years, and the tune of Qianxiang Opera is even more exciting.

Dew drops from willow branches, and the flowers are moved; the infatuated love is sung slowly past the fifth watch.

Because of her marriage, Shen Yijun was given ten days of wedding leave and did not have to report for military training.

He only dozed off for half an hour the whole night, but he still felt very energetic.

After staring at the beautiful woman sleeping in his arms for a while, he couldn't help himself and leaned over to kiss her.

Bai Qingya was awakened by his kiss. She was a little dazed and subconsciously hugged his neck: "Master..."

The thin lips that were sucking on her ear paused slightly, then moved to her slender neck as if nothing had happened.

Bai Qingya's heart skipped a beat and her mind immediately became clear. She felt the kiss from the person next to her, and he seemed not to notice her little mistake.

Shen Yijun didn't ask. She felt relieved and relaxed. "What time is it?"

He opened his mouth and bit her round shoulder lightly, then said vaguely, "About 12:00 a.m."

She lifted his head to her front and gently kissed his eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and finally his lips.

After grinding for a long time, Shen Yijun suddenly took the initiative, sucking and licking, making her feel hot and uncomfortable again.

Bai Qingya panted and said, "Don't, don't make trouble, we still have to serve tea."

Shen Yijun refused to give in, his voice already hoarse: "Then I'll be quick."

Bai Qingya:?

Young man, you have great physical strength.

She hooked her legs around his thin waist and couldn't help sighing as she was overwhelmed by the tide of passion with him.

"Ajun, you are awesome..."

"Then, do it again?"

"Don't...it's too late...let me slow down..."

"...All right..."

She actually heard a hint of regret and loneliness.

At a age when he is as fierce as a wolf, he encounters a delicate flower that cannot withstand the ravages of wind and rain.

Just be patient.

Shen Yijun rested for a while, got up from the bed, opened the door and gave some instructions, and then a servant from the mansion brought water to the bathroom next door.

The bathroom had two doors, one leading directly to the courtyard and the other opening into their room.

Servants brought water through another door without having to pass through their bedroom.

This kind of clever idea is quite good, Bai Qingya likes it.

After all, the mortal world is not as convenient as the world of cultivation. Not only are there hot springs everywhere, but you can also heat the water with just a spell.

If you are too lazy to take a bath, there is a cleaning technique. You can solve the hygiene problem by making a seal.

Here, you have to take off your clothes, put on clothes, put on makeup, and tie your hair. Most importantly, you will feel hungry if you don’t eat.

Day after day, I was just wasting my time.

Bai Qingya was lying lazily on the bed, complaining in her heart, when the big red curtain was lifted, her body lightened, and she flew into the air.

She hurriedly hugged the neck of the person in front of her: "What?"

"Look at yourself."

Shen Yijun and she both lowered their heads.

Sixteen years old, still a bit immature, but with an extremely beautiful body.

"It looks great, what's wrong?"

Shen Yijun: "..., it looks good, don't you think it's a little..."

The whole body is covered with those ambiguous white marks.

Bai Qingya's face turned yellow. She buried her head in his neck and stopped talking.

Shen Yijun chuckled twice, then carried the person into the bathroom.

Put her in the bathtub and clean and wipe her with a towel.

"That ointment is quite effective. It really doesn't leave any scars." He said softly.

Bai Qingya didn't want to respond to him.

It was not known whether Shen Yijun did it intentionally or unintentionally, but the towel was spread out in his hand and was only a thin layer.

Rubbing back and forth on her body, caressing her in an attempt to hide her presence, was simply naked teasing.

As he passed by Tuanzi, he blatantly squeezed her twice.

Bai Qingya couldn't stand it any longer: "If you continue like this, you will sleep in the study tonight!"

Why didn’t I think Master was so...lustful before?

Could it be that I was reborn as a mortal and let myself go?

Seeing that she was angry, Shen Yijun calmed down and said, "I was wrong..."

Oh, that's a good way to admit your mistake, but she is very skeptical.