I Just Wanted To Live but I Somehow Became Better Than the Protagonist

Ye Yong tried to make himself look as calm as possible: “Shidiao, how did you come here? We thought you were contemplating sword techniques and didn’t dare to disturb you, so since you’re here, don’t leave.”

Yesterday, Qin Shidiao had indeed lied about having a breakthrough in sword techniques, which couldn’t be denied.

“I finished my contemplation early this morning and heard that the Liang family was visiting, so I went to see them.” Qin Shidiao turned her head to look at Liang Xiaorou, still sitting on Ye Yong’s leg: “I shouldn’t stay too long, and it’s not warm enough in this weather, is it?”

“It is a bit.” Liang Xiaorou quickly got down, but the experience just now was too shocking, her legs were soft, and she stumbled, falling towards Ye Yong again, her hands still tightly grasping him, as if she was intentionally provoking him.

Ye Yong carried her to the table with desserts and tea, and invited Qin Shidiao to come over.

Qin Shidiao hesitated for a moment before sitting down. The three of them sat in three different directions, with a sense of three-legged stability.

The atmosphere was silent and awkward.

Qin Shidiao had thought beforehand that if Ye Yong and Liang Xiaorou were having a normal conversation, she would join in, but if it was an abnormal conversation, she would quietly leave. Of course, she could have made a sound to alert them, like she did at the Liang family’s place, but people were all curious and inquisitive, and she wanted to figure out what the two of them would do.

As a result, it was beyond her expectations yet within her expectations, and Qin Shidiao wanted to quietly leave, but because her thoughts were too chaotic, she didn’t notice the scattered withered wood nearby, and unintentionally created such an awkward scene.

However, if one had to say who was the most awkward, it would have to be Ye Yong.

92 Unforeseen Consequences

At this moment, the situation was beyond Ye Yong’s expectations. He had planned to individually approach each of the female leads, create opportunities for them to get close, and then manufacture some chances for them to develop intimate relationships, like the reward for defeating the fake poor guy. This would achieve the effect of boiling a frog in warm water.

However, the current situation was like suddenly heating up the warm water, causing the frog to react.

Of course, it’s not fair to compare humans to frogs. Human emotions are more delicate, but they are also more tolerant. If handled properly, people would still be willing to continue indulging in the warm water, even if they knew it was a trap.

There are two ways to handle this situation: hot processing and cold processing. Cold processing means ignoring it and letting things develop naturally. The advantage is that it’s less trouble, but the disadvantage is that it might lead to an explosion if things get out of hand. To achieve harmony in the harem, Ye Yong chose hot processing, actively facing the situation.

“Poem Dream, have you seen Little Soft’s divine body?”

“Uh…” Although the situation was critical, with the demonic beast fighting for its life, Qin Poem Dream couldn’t forget that transcendent posture.

“Just now, I asked Little Soft to show off her divine body. Please don’t laugh at my lack of self-control; the beauty of her divine body is really hard to resist…” Ye Yong didn’t deny it, directly acknowledging his weakness.

Qin Poem Dream was also caught off guard by Ye Yong’s frankness, unsure of what to say, and could only nod again.

“I originally wanted to focus solely on cultivation, but after meeting you all, I feel that living is not just about cultivation. Sometimes, we need to stop and appreciate the beauty in life.” After Ye Yong finished speaking, he looked at Liang Little Soft with a sincere and serious expression: “I’m very sorry for not getting your consent before doing that. I know it can’t solve the problem, but if you want to scold or even kill me, please go ahead.”

“This is too much.” Liang Little Soft quickly shook her head: “If you hadn’t risked your life in the Black Water Secret Realm, I wouldn’t be sitting here. You even gave me the Heavenly Dao cultivation technique. It’s not like I owe you anything. Humph, although forcing intimacy is wrong, let’s just consider it as repayment.”

“One thing at a time, a woman’s chastity is not a joke. I will take responsibility for it.”

“Who, who wants you to take responsibility? You shouldn’t talk nonsense!”

Good, she’s still as proud as ever.

“Then, Poem Dream…” Ye Yong looked at Qin again, her face slightly red. Ye Yong was willing to take responsibility for her, but everything was still early, and she didn’t want to become Ye Yong’s burden, so she shook her head: “A dragon should not be confined to the ground but should soar in the sky. Your future is destined to shine brightly, and I don’t want to be the one who holds you back.”

“How can I hold you back? We can walk further together, hand in hand.” Ye Yong took the opportunity to hold both of their hands: “No matter what you think, I will take responsibility for you.”

“Who wants you to take responsibility? You’re really shameless.” Liang Little Soft pretended to struggle, trying to pull her hand back, but Ye Yong’s grip was too tight, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“I will try not to hold you back.” Qin Shidream spoke with her usual candor. Yet, in the presence of Liang Xiaorou’s ethereal form, she felt a twinge of insecurity, believing her own talents paled in comparison. Thus, she could only promise not to be a burden, not wanting to disappoint Ye Yong.

Ye Yong let out a quiet sigh of relief; it was good that she chose to tackle the problem head-on rather than divert the conversation.

Qin Shidream’s affection had now risen to 245, her status description shifting from the original “Life and death together with you” and “No one can compare to you,” to now include “Not to betray your heart.”

As for Liang Xiaorou, the impact of the earlier kiss, combined with Ye Yong’s unwavering responsibility, had propelled her initial 170 affection to over 200, now standing at 206. Her status description transformed from “I’ve developed feelings, what to do?” to “I’ve truly fallen in love, what to do?” and “He still has to be responsible for me.”

Compared to Qin Shidream’s cultured labels, Liang Xiaorou’s were decidedly more down-to-earth.

In the end, it could be seen as a blessing in disguise; the rise in affection was secondary. What mattered more was the ability to express his feelings for them. Though he might not yet be able to embrace them both, at least next time a similar situation arose, it wouldn’t be so awkward.

“By the way, when are you two… you know… kissing?” Yet, humans possess an innate desire to compete. Since Ye Yong had also expressed his intent to take responsibility to Qin Shidream, it implied that something had indeed transpired between them. Liang Xiaorou didn’t want to fall too far behind: “Besides that, did you do anything else…”

“Anything else refers to what?” Ye Yong teased deliberately.

Liang Xiaorou shot him a playful glare, then turned her gaze to Qin Shidream: “Shidream, let’s be honest, I can handle it.”

“This…” Qin Shidream felt a bit shy. It would have been easier if it were just girls sharing secrets, but Ye Yong was present.

Harmony in the harem required fostering friendly relations among the wives. Ye Yong knew he should give them some space, so he immediately stood up: “Suddenly struck by inspiration, I want to do some painting.”

He then walked to the edge of the cliff, turning his back to them, fiddling with his easel.

Seeing that Ye Yong was at a distance, Qin Shidream blushed and began recounting her experiences in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

“Oh…” Liang Xiaorou nodded after listening, realizing it had only been a few days ago, and that nothing more intimate had occurred. Thankfully, she hadn’t fallen too far behind.

Of course, they could not know that a seemingly harmless little darling had already experienced it all months prior.

They chatted about their observations in Ninghai City as the sky began to snow. Noticing Ye Yong still painting, they curiously approached him.

The subject of his painting was not a landscape but rather a portrait of two women, one large and one small, sitting at a table, engaged in lively conversation. Even through the canvas, one could feel the warmth of their camaraderie.

Ye Yong handed them the two finished paintings. While they admired the artwork, he tidied up the table and chairs. A man who could paint, write poetry, and play music, all while attending to such details—who wouldn’t love him?