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

Li Zimo gently bent down, picked her up, and walked towards the room.

Wang Yuechan snuggled in his arms, hugged his neck, and looked at the man who was about to become the most important person in her life, her heart filled with joy and shyness.

Li Zimo gently placed her on the bed, lowered his head, and kissed her small red lips.

The belt gradually widened and he didn't regret it.

After a long time, the two finished their training, and Wang Yuechan's cultivation level successfully reached the fifth level of martial arts.

At this moment, she leaned gently on Li Zimo's chest, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the warmth and sweetness of the moment.

Li Zimo gently held her slender and soft waist and stroked her smooth hair, full of pity and love.

Li Zimo kissed her forehead and said gently:

"Yuechan, they have all advanced two levels in this period. I will be leaving the day after tomorrow. You should come over often in the next two days. I will practice with you."

"Um..."

Wang Yuechan said softly and shyly, holding Li Zimo's hand tighter.

After a long time, she gently raised her head, looked at Li Zimo shyly and charmingly, and said:

"Sir..."

Li Zimo smiled knowingly, lowered his head, and kissed her small red lips.

Her hair is lightly tied up and her face is smiling, and spring is in full swing in the hibiscus tent.

After the warmth, Wang Yuechan lay down on the bed tiredly, and said weakly:

"Sir, I'm a little tired today..."

After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Li Zimo looked at her with a smile, his heart full of pity:

"He's really good at cooking and loves to play."

He gently covered her with the quilt, straightened her hair that was scattered on the pillow, and left a gentle kiss on her quiet little face.

Then, he quietly put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

He gently pushed open the door of the next room and saw Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi sitting shyly on the edge of the bed, with blushes on their faces, talking in low voices.

When they heard the door open, they immediately stopped talking, with expressions of surprise and shyness on their faces.

They stood up obediently, their small hands unconsciously fiddling with the hems of their gauze dresses, lowering their heads and speaking in voices as small as mosquitoes:

"Sir, you are here."

Li Zimo walked gently to their side, stretched out his hands gently, hugged their slender and soft waists, and held them in his arms.

Feeling their bodies trembling slightly, obviously a little nervous, he said softly:

"Qinglian, Qingyi, you are finally here."

Their cheeks instantly became even redder, as if they were about to bleed, but they still mustered up their courage and answered softly:

"Ah."

Li Zimo gently kissed their hair and caressed their backs tenderly to calm their nervousness.

After they gradually relaxed, he slowly bent down and picked them up, one on the left and one on the right.

After the initial exclamation, the two girls shyly hugged Li Zimo's neck, looked at each other, and quickly looked away, their little faces as red as ripe apples.

I wake up in the middle of the night from the dream of life, and hear soft singing.

The next morning, when the morning light gently penetrated the gaps in the curtains, the room was dyed with a light golden hue.

Li Zimo slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze first fell on Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi who were sleeping beside him.

Their faces looked especially soft in the morning light, their breathing gentle and even, like water lilies swaying gently on a tranquil lake.

He gently pulled his arm out, afraid of disturbing the tranquility, and then got out of bed carefully.

Walking over to the window, he gently opened the curtains, letting more sunlight flood into the room while also letting the cool morning air circulate in, trying to wake the two sleeping people.

"Qinglian, Qingyi, it's time to get up."

Li Zimo's voice was low and gentle, with a hint of doting, as if he was calling the most precious treasure in the world.

Yue Qinglian was the first to react. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes still hazy with a hint of waking up.

She looked at Li Zimo, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a shy and happy smile.

"Good morning, sir."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of sleepiness.

Yue Qingyi followed closely behind and slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Yue Qinglian, then turned to Li Zimo, with the same tenderness and expectation flashing in her eyes.

"Good morning, young master."

There is a hint of sweetness in her voice that is unique to young girls, which makes people feel pity and love for her.

Li Zimo walked back to the bed with a smile. He first pinched Yue Qinglian's cheek gently and said lovingly:

"Little lazy pig, wake up."

Then he turned to Qingyi and woke her up in the same way, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi were amused by him, and their cheeks flushed again. They lowered their heads shyly, but couldn't help but smile at each other secretly. The tacit understanding and sweetness flowed in the air.

"Let's...let's do it ourselves."

Yue Qinglian's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a hint of shyness that was hard to conceal.

When Li Zimo heard this, the smile in his eyes became even brighter. He shook his head gently and chose to respect their wishes.

"Okay, then take your time. There's no rush. I'll be guarding here."

His voice was like the warm spring sun, gentle and reassuring, giving them endless support.

After hearing this, Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi's cheeks instantly turned red, and they smiled at each other shyly.

Then they slowly sat up from the bed and carefully took out their favorite dresses from the storage ring.

The rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard, and the two of them were slowly changing clothes under the cover of the quilt.

Li Zimo stood aside, his eyes full of tenderness and patience.

When he saw them struggling awkwardly in the quilt, he smiled softly, walked over, and gently carried them out of bed one by one and placed them beside the bed.

"Let me help you, it will be faster this way."

There was unquestionable tenderness in Li Zimo's words. He took the dresses from their hands and helped them put them on carefully.

Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi's pretty faces were like ripe apples. They lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Li Zimo, but they also felt unprecedented sweetness and warmth in their hearts.

With Li Zimo's skillful hands, one exquisite dress after another gradually covered them, and Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi's temperament was also completely renewed.

After they finished dressing, they shyly raised their heads, cast a grateful glance at Li Zimo, and whispered:

"Thank you, sir."

After saying that, they hurried to the dressing table like frightened deer and began to arrange their hair accessories.