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

Don't laugh at me as I raise my cup to someone from afar. Then I look up and drink up the wine in the cup.

His eyes fell on Lan Qingya, who had not looked at him since entering the hall, and he pursed his thin lips.

His girl is mad at him.

Lan Qingya didn't even raise her eyelids until the banquet was over.

As I followed everyone out of the banquet hall, the same cold and indifferent voice as always came from behind me.

"Alan."

Lan Qingya laughed at herself in her heart, he was almost dead, yet she could still be so calm, it seemed that nothing could stir up any waves in her heart.

Thinking of this, she didn't want to pay attention to him anymore and kept walking towards the gate.

"Alan."

Another soft call was heard, and Lan Qingya walked out of the hall angrily.

Unexpectedly, Jun Moxiao's voice transmission rang out in his mind: "Alan..."

This voice contained a hint of helplessness and weakness.

Lan Qingya couldn't help but stop.

She really didn't want to pay attention to him.

She wanted to express her anger to him, but his two light words made her unable to move.

Fu Feng looked at her with some inquiry. Lan Qingya winked at him. Fu Feng understood and went back to Yalan Peak first.

Jun Moxiao did not walk out of the hall until all the guests at the banquet had left.

He walked up to Lan Qingya, took her hand, and brought her back to Piaomiao Garden.

As soon as she entered the barrier of Piaomiao Garden, Lan Qingya struggled to break free from his big hand.

Jun Moxiao turned around to look at her, but saw that the little girl had a stern face and drooped eyelids, refusing to communicate with him.

His heart suddenly ached, and he began to explain: "Since it is fate, I think if you know it one day later, you will be less sad."

Everyone understands the truth, not to mention that she is so smart.

But he also understood that he couldn't accept it emotionally.

After all, the person he was most reluctant to part with in this life was her.

Jun Moxiao walked forward and hugged the person in his arms, then he let out a long sigh.

He knew how to soften her heart:

"Let's not spend our last days in anger, okay?"

Lan Qingya's stiff body finally relaxed. She let him hold her in his arms, burying her head in his chest, without moving for a long time.

Jun Moxiao was wearing a black suit today. The texture of the robe was cold and hard, while the axe embroidered with silver cloud patterns was crisp and stylish, making him look even more graceful and like a god.

It looks good, but it doesn’t absorb water very well.

Lan Qingya shed tears one after another, sliding down her bodice and onto the ground.

Jun Moxiao looked at her initial look and calmly pulled her into the main hall. He took off her complicated dress with a seal and walked up to her wearing only a soft undershirt.

"Come and cry this time, it won't hurt you."

Lan Qingya pursed her lips, slowly leaned into his arms, and the tears that had just been brewing burst out.

She cried harder and harder, soon wetting a large area of ​​Jun Moxiao's shirt on his chest, but she showed no intention of stopping.

Jun Moxiao felt that his girl must be made of water, otherwise how could she cry so many tears continuously.

The harder and more miserable she cried, the more he felt that she really loved him.

So I showed extra patience and comforted her softly.

It was not until late at night that Lan Qingya slowly stopped.

She had been picked up by Jun Moxiao and placed on the couch in the flower hall, her head still pressed against his chest, sobbing.

After a long time, she raised her head and looked at Jun Moxiao.

He was also looking down at her, his lovely big eyes were now moist and red, with water droplets hanging on his long eyelashes.

Her eyes were filled with endless attachment and reluctance, and Jun Moxiao only felt more pain in his heart.

He would rather she lost her temper and yelled at him, but now that she only had pity for him in her eyes, it made him feel even worse.

"Originally, I had this idea when I brought you back from the demon world. Unexpectedly, the demon god Duan Muyang and I had the same idea. We discussed it first and felt that this was indeed a good way to benefit future generations, and..."

Moreover, he is about to ascend, so such a huge amount of merit will naturally be of great benefit to his rank after ascension.

There is no need to say anything extra, she knows everything.

Lan Qingya vented the depression in her heart and now she can accept this fact.

She hugged Jun Moxiao's waist and pressed herself against him tightly. She spoke softly and weakly with a strong nasal tone: "I know everything. I just can't bear to leave you..."

Jun Moxiao looked at the girl who was so free and unrestrained outside and now lay obediently on his chest, her little face tearful, full of indescribable tenderness, love and tenderness.

His heart moved, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips, which were red and swollen due to crying.

Jun Moxiao's kiss was considerate and gentle, nourishing her sad heart like the spring rain.

He calmed her emotions patiently and blended his unique cool aura with hers.

He rolled his hands gently over her lips, each stroke deliberately gentle.

Lan Qingya gradually became involved and was no longer satisfied with such superficial communication. She secretly stuck out her tongue and extended an invitation to Jun Moxiao.

Jun Moxiao paused for a moment, but he quickly responded passionately, entwining his lips and tongue with hers.

The fierce kiss was like a torrential rain hitting the vegetation that was in desperate need of nourishment, making people extremely confused but unable to extricate themselves, and they just wanted to absorb more nutrients from such a gift.

The two people's heartbeats became faster and faster, and their actions changed from hugging to caressing and teasing each other.

Lan Qingya didn't want to be shy and reserved, she just wanted to accompany Jun Moxiao to the best of her ability in his last days.

Give yourself to Him.

She stayed in Jun Moxiao's main hall for one day and two nights.

For the first time, she did not hide her desire for him, and Jun Moxiao responded affectionately, even more addicted than she was.

With his ascetic face of a noble lady, he revealed his obsessed and crazy side to her, which made Lan Qingya unable to stop.

Until her legs were trembling and she could no longer muster any strength, he held her like this and did it several more times.

Lan Qingya could only cry and beg for mercy, and Jun Moxiao let her go with some helplessness.

He held her in his arms and coaxed her into submission, then carried her to the bathroom to clean her up.

From the first time, Lan Qingya felt that Jun Moxiao appeared noble on the outside but was actually a sultry person on the inside.

When he and she were alone doing these pleasurable things, he never took the initiative to get dressed afterwards.

After cleaning them both, Jun Moxiao carried her to the guest room and laid down with a thin blanket covering them both.

The flower hall, study, and Jun Moxiao's bedroom were no longer presentable, as traces of their lovemaking were everywhere.

The red marks on Lan Qingya's body were like red plum blossoms in the snow, and were particularly beautiful and attractive in Jun Moxiao's eyes.

He kissed her behind her ears lovingly, but it never felt like enough.

But she no longer had the bravery she had before, and just hid in his arms and acted coquettishly, asking him to let her go.

The heaviness between the two of them dissipated, and they finally regained the deep affection they once had.

"Alan..."

"Ok?"

"Don't be afraid. Even if I reincarnate, I will still recognize you."

Lan Qingya felt bitter in her heart and deliberately contradicted him: "That's not necessarily true. Master, you have reincarnated into another life, so you naturally won't remember this life. How can you recognize me?"

Jun Moxiao kissed her forehead and didn't answer.

Some people are engraved deep in their souls, and he will never forget her.