《Please, I Really Didn’t Want To Fall in Love With My Master!》Please, I Really Didn't Want To Fall in Love With My Master!
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Chapter 216: Was Yi Qinglan jealous?
Li Ran covered his face helplessly.
“I’m not talking about the size of the bed…”
Although he had a good relationship with Qin Ruyan, it was not convenient to live in the same room.
He was not afraid of meat, but Qin Ruyan was a big girl.
The two of them couldn’t really sleep in the same bed, right?
Qin Ruyan lowered her head with a red face and bit her lips without saying anything.
The shopkeeper scratched his head. “Then do you two still want this room?””
“Forget it, let’s take a look…”
Just as Li Ran was about to shake his head and refuse, a bodyguard in a strong-looking suit walked in and shouted, “Shopkeeper, get me a room!”
Before the shopkeeper could say anything, Qin Ruyan took the banknote and tossed it to him. “We’ll take this room.”
Li Ran was surprised. ” Ah?”
Qin Ruyan’s face was red as she said confidently, “This is the only room. We can’t sleep on the streets, right?”
“Actually, I still have the dragon sedan…”
“No, you don’t.” Qin Ruyan turned to the shopkeeper and asked, “Is the room clean?”
The shopkeeper replied, “It’s absolutely clean. The beds are all new.”
Qin Ruyan nodded. “Bring some more hot water.”
The shopkeeper replied, “Alright, please go upstairs!”
Qin Ruyan glanced at Li Ran and said softly, “It’s just a break anyway. Sheng Zi Li shouldn’t mind, right?”
Li Ran smiled. “If Saint Qin doesn’t mind, what else do I have to say?”
“Please, Master Li.”
“Holy Maiden Qin, please.”
The two of them pretended to be polite and arrived at the upper room on the second floor.
The interior of the room was fairly well decorated. Although it wasn’t particularly luxurious, it was still very spacious and bright.
Moreover, the boss did not lie.
This bed was big enough.
Not to mention sleeping with them, even with Xiao Qingge and Yue Jianli, it would still be more than enough.
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The bedding on the bed was red and embroidered with mandarin ducks. It looked like a wedding bed.
Li Ran didn’t think too much about it. He took off his robe and hung it up before lying down comfortably.
He wriggled like a salted fish.
“Sure enough, it’s still best to lie down. Fighting is really tiring.”
He raised his head to look at Qin Ruyan. “Does Saint Qin want to rest for a while? Anyway, this place is big enough.”
Qin Ruyan’s heart skipped a beat as she stammered, “No, no need. I’m dirty. I’ll take a shower later.”
Actually, with her physique, even if she perspired, she would still be fragrant and her body would not be stained with dust.
She was suddenly a little nervous.
“Alright.” Li Ran nodded and did not say anything else.
The room fell silent. Qin Ruyan sat on a chair and quietly sized him up.
Her eyes were very complicated. Sometimes they were nervous, sometimes shy, and there was a hint of joy.
On the other hand, Li Ran seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but he was actually facing Yi Qinglan.
He picked up the Red Line and said angrily, “Big Ice Cube, we agreed to send me back to the sect. Are you treating me like trash?”
After a while, an echo came from the Red Line.
Yi Qinglan snorted coldly. “Who told you to make a move on this poor Daoist? How dare you speak so arrogantly?””
“Ah?” Li Ran said in confusion, “I admit that I made a move, but when did I say something crazy?”
Yi Qinglan paused for a moment and said in a low voice, “You said that this poor Daoist’s body is fragrant, and you even said that you want to bite this poor Daoist… Wasn’t this crazy enough?”
Li Ran smiled bitterly. “Just because of this, you threw me out for tens of thousands of miles?”
Yi Qinglan snorted, “Who told you to be so presumptuous? If I don’t teach you a lesson, you’ll really think this poor Daoist is easy to bully!”
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Li Ran said unconvinced, “But I’m telling the truth. You’re really fragrant…”
“Stop talking!” Yi Qinglan was embarrassed and anxious.
He felt that she was really anxious, so Li Ran decided to stop.
After all, this was an Emperor-level expert. He was really afraid that the other party would follow the Red Line and hit him.
At this moment, Yi Qinglan sensed something and asked in confusion, “Your soul is weak and your soul power is lacking. What’s going on?”
The two of them shared their feelings. Although she couldn’t see the specific situation, she could sense Li Ran’s state.
Li Ran sighed. “Isn’t it because you threw me accurately?”
He briefly explained what had happened.
Qin Ruyan’s private matters had been brought up in a vague manner.
Yi Qinglan was shocked.
At that time, she casually threw him away, but she didn’t think too much about it. She actually threw him into a place of trouble?
No wonder his soul power was so lacking. It turned out that he had experienced a fierce battle.
She couldn’t help but worry. “Are you alright?”
Li Ran said, “If I have something to do, can I chat with you here? Don’t worry, it’s just two Deity Transformation people. I’ve already killed them.”
Yi Qinglan heaved a sigh of relief and said guiltily, “This poor Daoist was too impulsive this time. She didn’t think it through.”
Fortunately, what they encountered was Deity Transformation. What if he were thrown into someone at the Heavenly Tribulation Realm?
What if he was thrown into a pile of demon beasts?
She felt a little guilty in her heart.
“It’s fine. Just be gentle with me in the future.” Li Ran smiled.
Actually, if it wasn’t for her throwing him, something might have happened to Qin Ruyan.
It could be said that he had no intention of intervening.
Yi Qinglan harrumphed. “Didn’t you call this poor Daoist Ice Cube? Have you ever seen an ice cube be gentle?”
There seemed to be some blame in his words.
Just as Li Ran was about to speak, Qin Ruyan’s voice rang out. “Sheng Zi Li, the water is here. Do you want to take a shower first?”
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.
Yi Qinglan’s cold voice sounded, “Is there anyone else in your room?”
Li Ran nodded and said, “Yes.”
“Who is it?”
“Qin Ruyan.”
“……”
Yi Qinglan was silent for a long time before she said calmly, “This poor Daoist is tired. I’ll trouble Sheng Zi Li to disconnect the Red Line.”
His tone seemed to become indifferent and distant.
“Are you tired?” Li Ran was stunned.
It was obvious that Yi Qinglan’s emotions weren’t right.
It seemed… Was it a little similar to when the Master was jealous?
“If it weren’t for Lin Langyue, she would have killed me. How could she be jealous? Yes, it must be my illusion.” As Li Ran pondered, he disconnected the Red Line.
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White Cloud Peak.
The door was pushed open and Yi Qinglan walked out with a large bed.
She bumped into Lin Langyue and asked curiously, “Master, what are you doing?”
Yi Qinglan didn’t even look back. “Throwing trash!”
“Ah?” Lin Langyue asked.
Lin Langyue was dumbfounded as she looked at her back.
Not long after, Yi Qinglan walked back with her hands behind her back. The bed was nowhere to be seen.
Lin Langyue asked, “Master has already thrown the bed away?”
Mm~!
Yi Qinglan responded with a snort and closed the door.
Lin Langyue rubbed her chin. “Master seems to be getting weird… Hai, what a pity. I wanted that bed.”
In the room, Yi Qinglan looked at the bed in the corner and looked embarrassed and angry.
“This poor Daoist is really useless…” she said dejectedly. “It’s annoying…”
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