Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

The far north.

The snow is crystal clear and sparkles with dazzling light.

There were a few messy footprints hidden in the snow, but they were soon covered up by the wind and snow.

The exquisite black boots stepped on it, making a rustling sound, and the fine snow fluttered in the entire ice and snow world.

Yu Zhao finally caught up with the young man in the snow-capped robe. He had no intention of stopping. The crane fur coat was draped over his shoulders, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were flipping.

The young man leaves no trace in the snow.

He was tall and graceful, walking between heaven and earth, without a speck of dust on his body, his long silver hair almost dragging on the ground, like a lonely traveler. It was a long time before he turned his head to look at the person who was following him.

The evening breeze blew up the remaining snow. The girl's eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, her hair was slightly scattered, her ink-colored clothes were spread out, and the fine snow was flying, just like a scroll of ink painting.

The red lines between Cui Yu's eyebrows looked like blood. His purple eyes flickered as he stared at her silently. "Why are you following me? Go back."

His voice was stiff and a little hoarse.

Yu Zhao didn't move, but stared at him with a smile, "Master, I will take you home."

go home……

How long has it been since I heard this sentence?

Cui Yu clenched his palms, his fingertips curled up, his eyes lowered, and his white eyelashes looked like a work of art carved from ice crystals.

Life is about to end.

He...can't be greedy.

He suddenly walked towards her, straightened his back, and the wind and snow blew her moon-like hair onto the girl's neck.

"I don't want to go back." He pursed his lips and muttered.

Yu Zhao looked at him gently. The young man's eyes were filled with hidden emotions, uneasiness and embarrassment. She understood, "But Master's eyes tell me that you want to go back with me."

"I am a fallen immortal." Cui Yu was slightly stunned.

Yu Zhao's gaze remained unchanged, "I know."

Cui Yu pursed his lips, "Besides the relationship between master and disciple, I have other feelings for you."

As expected, the fragmented memory was still fresh in his mind. Yu Zhao looked at him firmly and nodded again.

"I know."

As she answered, the emotions in the young man's eyes almost burst out of his eyes. She knew everything. The girl's eyes were sincere and she didn't retreat at all.

His eyelashes trembled wildly, and then he slowly raised his hand.

The slightly cool fingertips fell on her eyelids, and Yu Zhao couldn't help but shudder for a moment, but she still stood firmly. She was going to take her master away today and not let him stay in this deserted and desolate place.

it's too cold.

Just as he was about to say something, he felt a cool touch on his lips and the pleasant fragrance of apricot blossoms invaded his nostrils. Yu Zhao felt his eyelids become heavy, and his vision suddenly went dark before he lost consciousness.

Cui Yu hugged the warm body, and the silver hair bound the person like a spider web. He lowered his eyes and picked up the person by the waist. Without knowing whether he was happy or angry, he walked into the wind and snow.

When Yu Zhao woke up again, there was only a warm fire in front of him and signs of life around him, as if someone had lived here for a long time.

"Awake?" The young man's gentle voice sounded above his head.

Only then did Yu Zhao realize that he had been sleeping with his head resting on his master's legs. He didn't know how long he had slept.

For a moment, she was confused as to why her master had knocked her unconscious and brought her here.

Cui Yu stared at her intently, a dark emotion evident in his expression, a demonic quality he had been suppressing. His large hand rested on her neck, his cold hand and gentle voice like two completely different entities.

Yu Zhao held his cold hand with his backhand, breathed out two breaths of hot air, and held it in his arms.

The young man paused slightly, his arms stiff as if frozen, and his breathing disordered.

He had had such intimate contact before, but he always felt it was a bit too abrupt, so he always restrained himself intentionally or unintentionally. Although he was obviously fond of his disciple, he didn't dare to get too close for fear of hurting her.

It can be said that he fell into depravity because of his disciple. There were many entanglements in the previous life, and the memories of the two were also biased. Every time he met a brand new disciple with no memory.

He feels very painful every time. Why should he bear all the painful memories alone?

But every time I want to help my disciple recover his memory, I can't help but feel soft-hearted. It's good that she doesn't know. She doesn't need to know. It's enough for her to be happy every day.

He didn't want the past to become a shackle that bound her and made her walk with difficulty. He didn't want to drag her into the abyss, but wanted her to fly freely, like a free bird.

Those unbearable thoughts will be hidden. He just needs to be a good master and let his disciples slowly like him.

This process is undoubtedly long, and there are other people who interfere.

He was a little jealous, jealous of their youth, jealous that they met his disciple first in this life, and even resented his past self.

Why can't I be as frank as before, but instead I am so timid?

The more emotions accumulated and the more suppressed they were, he felt like a puddle of mud, wanting only to cling to his disciple and sink into it.

Despicable and unbearable.

The Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox was originally a divine beast, but after falling into the devil's trap, he was more like a wild beast on the verge of collapse. He woke up in the middle of the night, and he became more and more filthy in his dreams. He wanted his disciple to be stained with his scent from head to toe, and it would never be erased.

Those shameful thoughts were hidden in the darkness, torturing him almost to the point of madness, causing him to constantly walk on the edge of sanity and madness, easily falling into madness.

He wanted to use extreme means to trap the person by his side so that she could only see him.

At some point, the slender fingers were slowly caressing the lips. The touch made Cui Yu at a loss. His long eyelashes were trembling, his eyes were like spring water, and his Adam's apple couldn't stop rolling.

It was too twisted. Yu Zhao's face flushed slightly. She slowly raised her hands to hold his face, and then kissed the tip of his nose.

The tip of her nose felt moist, and the girl's body fragrance kept drilling in. Cui Yu blushed even more, and her jade fingers trembled a little.

"Master, it's okay." She gently held his neck, her soft breath spraying on his neck, "But I have one condition, you have to come back with me."

It's too cold and lonely here, so lonely that it feels like I'll be wiped out at any moment.

The master had been waiting for her for a long time, and now he was lost, so she had to take him away.

Cui Yu blinked, his eyes dimmed, he hummed in a low voice, and his cold lips turned hot.

he……

Want to indulge once.

just one time.

As their lips touched, the young man's breathing became more and more frantic, and the hand that used to hold the pen steadily was shaking violently. His handwriting was beautiful, but now it became disorganized when his fingers touched the delicate skin.

Her light-colored eyes were misty, and her slightly moist lips were captivating. Cui Yu kissed her so fiercely and urgently that Yu Zhao was a little breathless.

A slight groan escaped from between his lips.

"Master, slow down...slow down."

But this tender voice made Cui Yu even more unable to extricate himself, and the last bit of his rationality was burned out.

The scallion-white fingertips moved slightly, and the clothes fell loosely to the ground. The thin straps were extremely fragile and were torn off by the slender joints, revealing the snow-white skin with an alluring pink.

In the crystal-clear eyes, Cui Yu looked directly at his desire for the first time. The undercurrent in the purple pupils turned into a raging storm. Love was hard to hide, and the sticky feelings were like ink that could not be dissolved in the dark night.

The trimmed and rounded nails occasionally scratched the fair skin, leaving marks on the young man's strong and thin back.

The thick eyelashes are like a bird with wet white wings, and the silver moon-like hair and the ink-black hair are entangled and indistinguishable from each other.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the fine snow turned into large flakes of snow.

The snow outside the house was lighter in the early morning. Cui Yu woke up first. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the girl's eyes were tightly closed, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly like those of a dead leaf butterfly.

The warmth in his chest told him that this was not a dream...

The young man had a smile on his face as he kissed her carefully. Her lips were soft and seemed to have a faint sweetness.

Cui Yu slowly stood up, took out the bath towel and wooden basin from the storage bag, used his spiritual power to heat the cold water, and tested it carefully. When he felt the temperature was just right, he lifted the clothes covering Yu Zhao.

There were quite a few marks on the skin. Cui Yu was stunned for a moment, then walked forward to wipe the slender arms and delicate collarbones, and then slowly moved down to wipe the water stains on the girl's waist that had already dried.

The process was very slow and gentle, for fear of waking up his disciple. Cui Yu covered her with clothes, and his mind inevitably thought of the marks on her body. His heart beat a little faster. It was all his work.

He laughed at himself and pinched his eyebrows with his fingertips. He accidentally made a lot of noise just now and his disciple didn't wake up. He had been in a lot of trouble last night.

It was fine at the beginning, but later on my soul flew away into the sky, and I acted completely on instinct without any rules.

He... is really a beast.

Not serious at all.

After tidying himself up, Cui Yu snuggled into the quilt, holding the sleeping Yu Zhao and slowly fell asleep. Here, they seemed to have fallen into a hotbed full of flying dandelions.

May time go slower, he wants this moment to become eternal.

The snow on the pine trees in the mountain stream melted quietly, revealing the dry trunks and tender branches.

The light shines on everything, and apricot blossoms hit the spring breeze and fall all over the branches.

Use spring as bait to fish for everything.