In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

When Huang Wanrong's breathing gradually stabilized, Li Zimo got up quietly, covered her with a quilt, then put on his coat and quietly left the room.

He walked towards the third floor with firm steps in the night, already having plans to comfort Lan'er in his mind.

Li Zimo gently pushed open the door of the master bedroom on the third floor. The room was silent, with only the occasional faint sobbing sound breaking the tranquility.

His heart tightened and he quickly lowered his footsteps for fear of disturbing the people in the room.

Walking to the bed, he gently lifted the curtain, then slowly sat down, looking softly at the slightly trembling figure under the quilt on the bed.

Gently lifting a corner of the quilt, Li Zimo saw Xu Qinglan with disheveled hair and bare shoulders. She was covering her face with her hands, tears slipping through her fingers, and she was sobbing softly.

This scene made Li Zimo feel pity. He took her hand away softly and called out gently:

"Lan'er, don't cry, I'm here."

Xu Qinglan felt the warm touch from Li Zimo, her body trembled slightly, and then tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

She raised her head, her eyes were red and swollen, and there was both grievance and surprise in her eyes, as if she couldn't believe what she saw.

"Son..."

She called softly, a hint of trembling and uncertainty in her voice.

Li Zimo looked at her, his heart full of tenderness and apology. He gently held her in his arms and let her lean on his chest.

"Lan'er, I'm sorry. I neglected your feelings."

Li Zimo's voice was low and magnetic, his words were full of sincerity and self-blame.

"I should have noticed your emotions earlier and shouldn't have let you bear this pain alone."

Xu Qinglan felt an unprecedented sense of security in Li Zimo's arms. She hugged his waist tightly, buried her face in his clothes, and her tears soaked his clothes.

She sobbed softly, expressing her grievances and longings:

"Master, Lan'er thought you no longer cared about me... Seeing you with Sister Huang Wanrong, Lan'er felt so sad..."

Li Zimo patted her back gently, giving her silent comfort:

"Lan'er, you misunderstood. What happened between Wanrong and I is not what you think. In my heart, each of you is unique, and I hope to give you the care and love you deserve."

Xu Qinglan's grievances subsided a little after hearing this. She raised her head, looked at Li Zimo with her red and swollen eyes, and asked:

"Sir, do you have a place for Lan'er in your heart?"

Li Zimo gazed at her tenderly, his eyes full of affection:

"Lan'er, you are naturally one of the important people in my heart. Your gentleness, your enthusiasm, everything about you makes my heart beat fast. But I, Li Zimo, am not a perfect person, and sometimes I am inevitably negligent. I hope Lan'er can tolerate it."

Xu Qinglan felt a surge of warmth in her heart after hearing Li Zimo's words. She hugged him tightly, as if wanting to merge herself into his body.

"My lord, Lan'er is willing to wait and stay with you forever. As long as you have Lan'er in your heart, Lan'er will be satisfied."

Under the soft light, Li Zimo gently stroked Xu Qinglan's smooth and delicate back. His fingers were slightly cool, but conveyed endless warmth and comfort.

Xu Qinglan gradually calmed down her excitement in his arms, but the discovery that followed made her tense up instantly.

She was wearing a thin gauze dress, with most of her skin exposed to the air. Li Zimo held her tightly in his arms. The intimacy and shyness made her pretty face flush, and her body trembled slightly with nervousness.

She lay in Li Zimo's arms like a frightened deer, with her head buried low, not daring to look him in the eye.

Li Zimo felt her nervousness and uneasiness, and he gently let her go, his movements as gentle as a feather gently passing over the lake of her heart.

He looked at her lowered head with gentle eyes. Her shy expression made him feel warm in his heart. He whispered:

"Lan'er, you look so beautiful right now."

His voice was gentle and magnetic, like a warm current slowly flowing into Xu Qinglan's heart.

When she heard this, her face turned redder, as if she could drip from bleeding. She mustered up the courage, although her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but she was full of determination: "Young Master... Just like you."

She looked up at Li Zimo, her eyes gleaming with shyness and anticipation.

Li Zimo smiled slightly, his eyes full of pampering and appreciation.

He gently lifted her chin and let her face herself.

Xu Qinglan closed her eyes shyly, but her heartbeat was as rapid as a drum.

In this quiet and warm atmosphere, Li Zimo slowly approached her red lips, their breaths intertwined, as if they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Then, a gentle and affectionate kiss fell on Xu Qinglan's lips.

She responded with all her heart, as if at this moment, all the tension and anxiety turned into sweet tenderness.

Her body gradually relaxed, allowing her emotions to develop naturally.

The bed curtains swayed gently between them, as if creating a private stage for them.

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An hour later, the room was filled with a faint warmth and satisfaction, and Li Zimo deeply felt Xu Qinglan's enthusiasm and attachment.

She lay lazily on Li Zimo's chest, a happy smile on her face, as if the whole world had stopped.

Li Zimo hugged her gently, one hand gently running through her hair, enjoying this rare tranquility and harmony.

As time went by, Xu Qinglan gradually regained some strength, but a trace of worry suddenly arose in her heart.

She looked up at Li Zimo, a trace of uneasiness flashed in her eyes, and asked softly:

"Sir, would you dislike the fact that I've been married before?"

This question is like a light feather gently brushing across the lake of my heart, bringing with it a bit of uneasiness and expectation.

Hearing this, Li Zimo smiled gently. The smile was warm and sincere, as if it could dispel all the haze.

"Lan'er, how could I dislike you?"

His words were full of firmness and tenderness.

"In my eyes, your past, present and future are all so beautiful and precious."

When Xu Qinglan heard this, a hint of surprise and gratitude flashed in her eyes.

She hugged Li Zimo tightly, as if she was afraid that all this was just a dream.

"Really? Sir, you really don't mind?"

She confirmed again, her voice full of uncertainty and anticipation.

Li Zimo gently stroked her back and answered again with certainty:

"Of course it's true, Lan'er. I love you as a person, not your past."

He added silently in his heart, how can you understand the fun that Cao thief has.

That is the harmony of souls and mutual understanding, rather than worldly prejudice and constraints.

I especially think of Xie Xiran before. That was a perfect match. It took from morning to afternoon to barely determine the winner.

However, at this moment, all thoughts turned into the tenderness and tranquility before my eyes.

Xu Qinglan finally let go of the heavy stone in her heart. She leaned peacefully in Li Zimo's arms, a satisfied smile on her face, and gradually fell into a sweet dream.

Li Zimo also hugged her tightly, and their breathing gradually became synchronized. They fell asleep together, as if the whole world had stopped for them.