Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

It was sunset, and after Lingyan got up and washed up, she had dinner with the three of them before letting them leave first.

Because she wanted to test and confirm whether Shen Qingchen really liked her.

Upon hearing this, the three of them obediently left.

Then, as the door closed softly, the room suddenly fell silent.

Only the occasional chirping of night birds outside the window echoed the flickering candlelight inside, weaving a prelude to the night.

Night fell silently, swallowing up the daytime hustle and bustle, leaving only endless depth and tranquility.

Ling Yan then sat quietly at the table and tentatively called out in a soft voice, "Shen Qingchen?"

However, all that answered her was the emptiness of the room and the occasional sound of the wind passing by outside the window.

Ling Yan called out again, "Shen Qingchen, if you're here, appear right now. Otherwise, don't bother showing up in front of me again."

The words had barely left his mouth when a very light breeze blew by.

Shen Qingchen's figure appeared quietly in the room at this incredible moment.

His appearance went unnoticed.

He is indeed a master among masters, worthy of being called the number one in the world.

Ling Yan was not surprised by this.

Then, with a faint smile, she gracefully rose and slowly walked towards him.

Shen Qingchen watched helplessly as she walked towards him.

Those light steps seemed to possess a certain magic, each step feeling like it was treading on his heart.

Her figure became clearer and clearer, closer and closer, so close that he could clearly smell the faint fragrance emanating from her.

He was so nervous that his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

I unconsciously clenched my hands tightly, my knuckles turning white from the force.

His breathing became extremely shallow, as if he were afraid that the slightest sound would break the heart-pounding atmosphere.

Lingyan couldn't see his expression, but she could sense his helplessness and tension.

So she decided to tease him on purpose.

A sly glint flashed in her bright eyes.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a subtle, mischievous smile.

Then, without Shen Qingchen's knowledge, she suddenly reached out her slender, fair hand and, with lightning speed and precision, grabbed the belt around his waist.

Her movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

With a gentle hook of her finger and a sharp tug, the belt slipped off Shen Qingchen's waist in an instant.

As his belt was pulled off, his clothes instantly became loose.

He then subconsciously gripped his loose clothes tightly with both hands, feeling embarrassed.

Then he stared at her with wide eyes, his face filled with astonishment and shame, as if time had stood still.

Because he never put his guard up against her, he never expected to be ambushed by her like this.

His face instantly turned bright red, the redness spreading from his neck all the way to his ears.

Lingyan laughed so hard her eyes curved into crescent moons.

The laughter was crisp and melodious, echoing in the air.

Shen Qingchen was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to react, and could only subconsciously clutch the clothes in her hands tightly.

His fingertips were slightly white, revealing his inner helplessness and panic.

He remained silent, his gaze darting away, unable to meet Ling Yan's smiling yet profound eyes.

Lingyan had achieved her goal of teasing him, so she didn't go any further.

Instead, he smiled and handed over the belt.

Shen Qingchen took the belt and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to re-tie the belt, he heard her teasingly ask, "Want me to tie it for you?"

Shen Qingchen paused slightly.

He hurriedly replied, "No, no need."

Then, with trembling fingers, he quickly re-fastened his belt, each movement appearing stiff and unnatural.

After fastening his belt, he lowered his head even further, almost burying his face in his chest.

However, Lingyan's gaze did not waver.

Her gaze was fixed on the silver mask on Shen Qingchen's face, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation.

Then, instinctively, he asked in a soft voice, "Young Master Shen, may I see what you look like?"

Shen Qingchen was slightly taken aback, not expecting her to suddenly make this request.

But he nodded in agreement without the slightest hesitation.

Then he slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers gently pinching the edge of the mask, and slowly removed it.

In an instant, a face as beautiful as a banished immortal appeared before Ling Yan's eyes.

It was a face that looked as if it had been meticulously sculpted by a god.

His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, like an ink painting, adding a touch of sharpness to his aloof temperament.

She had a pair of narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes with slightly upturned corners, her pupils as deep and cold as cold stars.

His high, straight nose bridge was as straight as a mountain, with strong yet beautiful lines.

Those rosy lips were like ripe cherries, tempting in color, yet always tightly pursed, revealing a subtle hint of coldness and aloofness.

The facial contours are smooth and beautiful, as if they were drawn by nature with the gentlest brushstrokes.

Dressed in white, her robes fluttering in the wind, she stood there quietly, her white robes billowing in the breeze, as if she were isolated from the world around her.

The white was spotless, as clear as freshly fallen snow, without any blemishes or dirt.

The white robe clung to his slender figure, outlining his straight spine and broad shoulders.

His figure, silhouetted against the white robes, appeared as aloof and ethereal as frost, his flowing sleeves conveying a sense of otherworldly tranquility, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

She exudes a deep-seated aloofness, as if she were transcendent and noble, making people hesitant to approach her, yet irresistibly drawn to her.

Her hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, with a few strands fluttering gently in the breeze, adding to her ethereal beauty.

Standing there, he looked like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting.

It is aloof and noble, making people dare not easily desecrate it.

Clear and unblemished, still and flawless like the moon.

When Lingyan saw his face clearly, her breath caught in her throat, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.

Why did she only notice such a handsome man now?!

Seeing the undisguised amazement in her eyes, Shen Qingchen couldn't help but reveal a pleasant smile on her usually aloof face.

Instantly, his demeanor no longer felt so aloof.

Instead, the ice and snow melt, and spring returns to the earth.

Seeing this, Lingyan's breathing became somewhat rapid.

It took her a while to calm herself down before she could finally say, "Do you like me?"

Shen Qingchen's smile froze on her face upon hearing this.

He stood there motionless, unsure how to respond.

I was also very anxious, flustered, scared, and helpless.

Should he admit it?

But once she admits it, she'll probably hate him and stay away from him.

Because he harbored this secret, unspeakable feeling for her.

Given his status, she would definitely look down on him.

But if he doesn't admit it, he can continue to hide his feelings.

She wouldn't hate him because of it.

However, he was unwilling to lie to her.

How should he answer?

Lingyan noticed that he didn't respond for a moment.

As if sensing his inner turmoil and struggle, she took light steps and moved even closer to him.

Then her bright, star-like eyes fixed on him, her gaze filled with determination and unwavering conviction.

"I'm only giving you one chance to tell the truth. Think it over before you speak."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an irresistible power.

Every word struck Shen Qingchen's heart like a heavy hammer.

Shen Qingchen's body trembled slightly. He looked at Ling Yan, who was so close to him. Her beautiful face was even more moving because of her seriousness.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes at first, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute look.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made a tremendous decision, and his gaze became incredibly firm and frank as he admitted, "Yes! I do like you, I like you very much."

His voice was deep and powerful, and every word was full of emotion.

After he finished speaking, his gaze softened, his eyes seeming to overflow with tenderness.

There was no longer any hesitation or evasion in his eyes, only endless tenderness and love.

That gaze was like a fine net, tightly enveloping Lingyan within it.

Lingyan could see the deep affection in his eyes. She was very familiar with this look; it was indeed the look of someone who truly liked another person.

That's when she finally realized that he liked her.