Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

The mist was hazy and the rain was drizzling. Yan Wenmo was walking in the streets with an oil-paper umbrella. He somehow thought he had arrived in the south of the Yangtze River.

It is indeed like the south of the Yangtze River, with the same mist and rain, the same sorrow, and the same elegance and grace.

Just walking in the streets, there is an illusion of being in a painting. Yan Wenmo curiously stretched out his hand and touched the cold raindrops. He couldn't help but mutter:

"It's still raining, but the rain here makes people feel a little gentler. It's really a good place."

As she said this, she withdrew her hand, looked at the green bricks and tiles around her, the ancient charm, and chuckled. Before she could leave, someone held her hand.

She looked over in surprise, but saw the Demon Lord looking at her calmly and saying:

"The road here is complicated, I will take you there"

As he spoke, he took the oil-paper umbrella from Yan Wenmo without allowing it to be refused, tilted it slightly towards Yan Wenmo, and introduced in a low voice:

"It's spring all year round here, and the scenery is beautiful. I often come here to stay for a while. I'm afraid it's your first time here, so you may not be able to adapt."

Yan Wenmo looked at the map of Chunshui City given by the system in his sea of ​​consciousness, smiled politely, and said nothing more.

As soon as they entered Chunshui City, the Demon Lord let the carriage leave first, and he handed Yan Wenmo an umbrella, saying that he wanted to walk with Yan Wenmo. As to whether he really wanted to walk with him or had other intentions, I'm afraid only he himself knew.

The two of them walked side by side in the streets, listening to the sound of drizzle falling on oil-paper umbrellas, moving forward slowly. The Demon Lord held Yan Wenmo's hand very tightly, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

After walking for about half an hour, the two finally stopped in front of a mansion. Before Yan Wenmo could even read the words on the plaque, the Demon Lord pulled him into a side door without any explanation.

As soon as they entered the yard, a young servant in blue cloth came up to them and said:

"Master, Madam, you are back?! The food is ready, do you want to eat it now or later?!"

The Demon Lord handed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to the servant with ease, then pointed at Yan Wenmo and said:

"Put some clothes in the room for the lady, and then boil some hot water, we will take a bath in the evening."

After hearing what he said, the servant responded and left in a hurry. After the servant left, the Demon Lord explained:

"He is the housekeeper of the mansion, his name is Lai Fu. If you want something, tell him... Forget it, just tell me."

After saying that, he looked at Yan Wenmo's slightly unhappy expression and asked in surprise:

"What's wrong?!"

Yan Wenmo frowned and asked with a scrutinizing look:

"Madam, are you calling me or you?!"

The Demon Lord chuckled and asked back:

"Do you think you can be my husband?!"

Yan Wenmo frowned even more deeply, and said unconvincedly:

"Why not?!"

"You can't beat me. If I ask you to be my wife, you have to be my wife. If I ask you to be my servant, you have to be my servant."

After that, he said with a smug look on his face:

"If you don't agree, just hold it in."

What she said made so much sense that Yan Wenmo couldn't refute it. She looked at the Demon Lord unhappily and walked away angrily. Seeing her like this, the Demon Lord smiled helplessly and followed her.

The food in Chunshui City tends to be lighter and fresher, so the food here is simple, refreshing and elegant. To put it simply, it is not as colorful as other places.

Yan Wenmo didn't eat much of the food, but the soup from Chunshui City was very delicious, so Yan Wenmo drank a few more bowls.

After eating and drinking, Yan Wenmo asked where her room was, and then went to bed. After all, getting along with the Demon Lord these days really made her feel a little stressed, so she didn't sleep well.

This resulted in that when the Demon Lord was preparing to rest, he found that his room was actually isolated by a formation.

This situation made the Demon Lord so angry that he laughed. Of course, he was not the kind of person who would resort to unreasonable means, so he immediately broke the formation and entered the house.

In the room, Yan Wenmo was curled up and sleeping soundly. The Demon Lord looked at his sleeping face with an unfriendly expression. He wanted to take action, but hesitated for a moment and then gave up.

Once again, Yan Wenmo woke up from the Demon Lord's arms. After waking up, she was a little broken. She stared blankly at the Demon Lord beside her. She wanted to kick him, but gave up for the sake of her own life.

Looking at the other person with a resentful face, Yan Wenmo angrily punched the air for a while and was about to leave, but when he was leaving, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to the bed again.

On the bed, the half-naked Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo, whose clothes were disheveled and in a messy state after falling down, and couldn't help but reach out to tidy up her hair and asked:

"Don't you want to get some more sleep?!"

"No"

Yan Wenmo was about to get up when he was dragged back to the bed by the Demon Lord. Yan Wenmo was immediately annoyed and asked the Demon Lord:

"What do you want to do?!"

The Demon Lord pointed at the bed and said confidently:

"Stay with me for a while"

Yan Wenmo frowned and looked at him with disdain, then sat down obediently in the face of the other party's warning and said unconvinced:

"Why are you in my room?!"

In response to Yan Wenmo's question, the Demon Lord rested his head on his arm and said calmly:

"This is my house. Which one do I want to live in?! Which one? It's none of your business."

Yan Wenmo raised his eyebrows, sneered, and said:

"Then how about I live outside?!"

The Demon Lord didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly. She shrank her neck, her face full of indignation. Seeing that she didn't know what was good for her, the Demon Lord snorted coldly and said:

"There are so many people in this world who want to share a bed with me, but you are the only one who doesn't know how to cherish me?"

Yan Wenmo raised his eyebrows and said in surprise:

"You mean, you are a wild flower by the roadside, you can pick it up, as long as you are a person..."

She hadn't finished her words, because the Demon Lord looked at her with murderous eyes. His eyes flashed with cold light. If she said one more word, her life would be in danger. Therefore, she could only shut up.

Seeing her shut up, the Demon Lord snorted coldly and said sarcastically:

“No long memory at all”

As he spoke, he sat up, looked at Yan Wenmo, curled his lips in disdain, then stood up from the bed, opened his arms and said:

"Why don't you undress me?!"

Yan Wenmo glanced at him who was extremely arrogant, and then said sincerely:

"will not"

In response to this, the Demon Lord asked with a look of doubt:

"Why wouldn't you?!"

"I'm just a handyman"

Yan Wenmo said seriously:

"The servants are only responsible for mundane tasks like sweeping and cleaning, not helping the monks with personal matters like dressing and bathing, so I'm not very normal."

Seeing Yan Wenmo's proud look instead of shame, the Demon Lord snorted coldly and said to himself:

"You can't even undress, what can you do?"

Yan Wenmo looked at him speechlessly, and then rolled his eyes.

Why did she learn this?! She was served by others before, okay?! She also learned how to undress?! It was impossible for her to learn this. She would never learn to serve others in her life.

Rather than serving others, she wanted to be the one being served, so she dressed very neatly, and then saw the Demon Lord wearing her clothes elegantly.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but in Yan Wenmo’s eyes, every move of the Demon Lord when he put on his clothes was like a proud black cat, arrogant and mysterious.

But this thought flashed across his mind. After all, this was the Demon Lord, a cat?! It was just a joke.

But just as he was wandering in his thoughts, the Demon Lord actually sat down in front of the dressing mirror and asked himself:

"Can you comb your hair?!"

Yan Wenmo shook his head and said without any guilt:

"will not"

The Demon Lord made a disdainful "tsk" sound and began to comb his own hair.

After he tidied himself, he looked at the men's clothes on Yan Wenmo, curled his lips in disdain, and then walked to the closet, took out a set of clothes, threw it to Yan Wenmo and said:

"Change your clothes for me. You look so ugly in these clothes."