Report to the lady! The young masters are madly infatuated with a village girl

Blue light poured into Mo Junli's body. He groaned and a light golden divine pattern appeared on his forehead.

Lu Xinghan came over impatiently: "It's my turn, it's my turn!"

"With the blood of the Demon King, I will grant you immortality." Purple light sank into Lu Xinghan's chest, and dark purple magic patterns bloomed on his collarbone. He hummed with comfort.

Yan Tian knelt on one knee, like a knight accepting a title.

Yang Xining tapped his brow with his fingertips: "I swear by Chaos, I promise you eternity."

A stream of silver-gray light wrapped around Yan Tian's body, leaving a wing-shaped mark on his shoulder blade.

When it was Qi Lin's turn, he was actually shaking.

Yang Xining held his handsome face in his hands and said, "I will use my soul as a bond to live as long as yours."

The interwoven black and red light injected into Qi Lin's body. Chain-like lines appeared on the inside of his wrist. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

"Qi Lin, you are cheating!" Lu Xinghan rushed over and tried to pull him away, but was stopped by Mo Junli.

Yan Tian simply hugged Yang Xining from behind and bit her neck gently: "Brother, you can't be partial to one..."

During the struggle, someone knocked over the desk lamp. The moment darkness enveloped the room, Yang Xining was hugged by four pairs of hands at the same time.

“Wait, wait…” She struggled to poke her head out from the crowd, “Let me make it clear first, we’re just sleeping tonight!”

"Okay, go to sleep." Mo Junli responded seriously, but his hand unbuttoned her first button.

Lu Xinghan blew in her ear: "I promise I'll just kiss you..."

Yan Tian had silently pulled the quilt over everyone.

Qi Lin smiled sinisterly: "I will chop off the hands of anyone who moves."

As the five of them stumbled into the king-size bed, Qingyan's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door: "Mom! Satan's stories are so scary I can't sleep!"

The five people on the bed froze instantly.

Yang Xining kicked Lu Xinghan, who was on top of her, away, pulled up her nightgown and went to open the door.

A four-and-a-half-year-old girl stood at the door holding a doll, followed by a sleepy-eyed Qinglan: "Sister insisted on coming..."

"Mom will sleep with you." Yang Xining decisively picked up the two children and turned back to the four men on the bed, raising an eyebrow. "Go back to your rooms."

"..."

Under the corridor light, Mo Junli's glasses flashed coldly. Lu Xinghan wailed and grabbed his hair. Yan Tian silently cracked his knuckles. Qi Lin's dagger was already pressed against Lu Xinghan's waist: "It's all your fault for making so much noise."

Yang Xining walked barefoot on the beach, with soft white sand overflowing from between his toes.

It was already past 2 a.m., but she still couldn't sleep.

The moonlight casts a silver glow on the sea surface, and the sound of the tide is as regular as a heartbeat.

The children were already fast asleep in the villa, and the four men—or rather, her four partners now—had also gone back to their rooms to rest.

The rare time alone allowed her to sort out her chaotic thoughts.

"Xining."

Ye Wuhen's voice came from the sea.

Half of his body was immersed in the sea water, his silver-purple fish tail swayed gently, and his scales gleamed with a pearly luster under the moonlight.

"Wuhen?" Yang Xining was a little surprised. "Why are you here?"

"I've always been here." Ye Wuhen swam closer to the shallows, his tail transforming into long legs, water droplets sliding down his muscles, "You just didn't notice."

He walked onto the beach, wearing only a pair of tight shorts, and the water droplets on his black hair sparkled like diamonds in the moonlight.

Five years have passed, and Ye Wuhen has become even more handsome than an ordinary person. The vicissitudes of life are reflected in the depths of his dark purple eyes.

"That day in the temple... we didn't have time to reminisce about the past." He stopped one step away from Yang Xining.

The sea breeze blew by, bringing with it a salty and humid scent.

Yang Xining smoothed down her messy hair and said, "There'll be plenty of time later."

"I'm afraid you'll be very busy in the future, so how can you care about us..." Ye Wuhen said with a sour tone.

Yang Xining's cheeks flushed: "You know everything?"

"The whole of Hawaii knows about it." Ye Wuhen snorted. "Lu Xinghan bought a full-page newspaper ad to announce his love for you, Qi Lin threatened every male tourist who approached you, Yan Tian carved your names on the beach, and as for Mo Junli..." He paused, "He bought the island outright."

Yang Xining held his forehead: "This bunch of idiots..."

"But they are very happy." Ye Wuhen's voice suddenly became low, "Braver than me."

Yang Xining raised his head and met those deep purple eyes: "Wuhen..."

"Five years." Ye Wuhen took a step forward, shortening the distance between them. "I've used these five years to solidify my feelings for you. In these five years, I've been to every ocean and every island in the world."

His fingers touched Yang Xining's cheek, cold as sea water: "When I knew you were back, I..."

Yang Xining did not dodge. She could feel the trembling of Ye Wuhen's fingertips: "I'm sorry, I should have contacted you earlier."

"No need to apologize." Ye Wuhen retracted his hand, "I know why you are avoiding me."

In the moonlight, his outline seemed particularly clear and fragile: "Because I am also one of those people who 'should not fall in love with you'."

Yang Xining's heart skipped a beat: "No trace..."

"Let me finish." Ye Wuhen took a deep breath, suddenly knelt on one knee on the beach, and took out a pearl pendant from his neck. "This is the most precious 'heart tear' of the mermaid tribe. It is only given when you are determined to be your lifelong partner."

The pearl emitted a soft blue light in his palm, and there seemed to be liquid flowing inside.

"I know you already have the four of them, and I don't ask for an equal position." Ye Wuhen's voice was firm but gentle, "I only ask that you allow me to stay by your side, in any capacity."

The sound of the waves suddenly became distant, and the only sound in Yang Xining's ears was his own rapid heartbeat.

She had imagined countless scenes of reuniting with Ye Wuhen, but she had never expected such a straightforward confession.

“You deserve better,” she whispered. “Someone who loves you with all their heart.”

Ye Wuhen stood up, still holding the pearl in his palm: "My heart has made its choice long ago. When you brought me out of Devil's Island... my soul has already chosen you."

Under the moonlight, his purple eyes were as deep as the abyss, and he was addicted: "I don't care about gender, race, or even sharing. As long as you allow me to love you."

Yang Xining's eyes warmed slightly. She reached out to take the pearl, feeling the deep emotion contained in it: "This is too heavy..."

"No, this is just a small part of my life." Ye Wuhen smiled, "I have more to give you."

He gently held Yang Xining's hand and placed the pearl in her palm: "Accept it, or throw it away. But please don't reject my feelings."

Yang Xining looked at the pearl in her palm and suddenly remembered the scene when she first met Ye Wuhen.

Then she held out her hand to him and asked, "Little mermaid, will you come with me?"

"Where to go?"

"Big brother will take you to see the world."

Thoughts came back.

"I accept it." She finally said, hanging the pearl around her neck, "but not out of pity or guilt. But because..." She looked up and looked directly into Ye Wuhen's eyes, "I care about you too."

Ye Wuhen's pupils dilated slightly, as if he had heard the most incredible answer.

"It's just that my heart is in turmoil right now." Yang Xining continued, "I need time to sort out my feelings for everyone. Can you understand?"

Ye Wuhen suddenly smiled, a smile that eclipsed the moonlight: "I have plenty of time to wait for you, Xining. The lifespan of a mermaid is... very long."

He took a step back, his figure gradually shrouded by the sea mist: "Good night, my princess."

When the fog dissipated, only Yang Xining was left on the beach, with the slightly warm pearl around his neck.

She turned around and prepared to go back to the villa, but saw Lanling Chi standing not far away.

Lanling Chi leaned against a palm tree, his black windbreaker swaying gently in the night breeze, a playful smile on his lips.

"Your Highness, I think I came at the wrong time."

Yang Xining sighed: "Lanling Chi, what are you doing here again?"

"Me?" He took a few steps closer, his slender fingers gently fiddling with the silver chain on his windbreaker. "I was just passing by and happened to see someone being passionately confessed to by the mermaid prince. I was so moved that I almost cried."

Yang Xining rolled his eyes: "Stop it, you're obviously waiting here on purpose."

Lan Lingchi chuckled, then suddenly reached out and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips: "Xining, do you know why I have always been so obsessed with you?"

Yang Xining took a step back and looked at him warily: "Because I am the crown prince of the Demon Realm? Or because you want to challenge the patience of those four people?"

"Neither." Lan Lingchi's eyes were deep, with a rare seriousness in them. "Because you are the only one who makes me feel... that life still has some meaning."

Yang Xining was stunned.

Lanling Chi has always been cynical and would never say such things.

“Are you serious?”

"Of course." He shrugged and returned to his lazy look. "But I'm not as romantic as Ye Wuhen, nor will I be as jealous as those four crazy people."

He leaned close to her ear and said in a low voice, "I just want to tell you that if you ever get tired of them... you're always welcome in my bed."

"Lanling Chi!" Yang Xining was so angry that his cheeks turned hot and he raised his hand to hit him.

Lan Ling Chi retreated swiftly, laughing wantonly: "It was just a joke, don't be angry."

He turned and walked towards the sea, waving his hand behind her back. "But I'm serious about my proposal. Will you consider it?"

Yang Xining stared at his back, feeling both angry and amused.