Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Yan Wenmo hasn't seen the Demon Lord for several days since the day when she was nearly strangled to death by him. She doesn't care much about this matter. After all, it would be best if the Demon Lord never shows up in his life.

However, there was a disadvantage to the absence of the Demon Lord. She couldn't go out to play! Because the housekeeper Lai Fu wouldn't let her, and the guards at the gate wouldn't let her either, so she could only stay in the yard, like a bird in a cage.

In the past few days, she read books, played pot-shooting, and fished. She tried everything she could, but she still felt bored. She had no choice but to ask her maid Xiao Cui to learn how to dance the waltz.

After all, who can resist sticking with a pretty lady? !

"Ma'am, is this really a dance?! Why does it feel weird to me?"

While following Yan Wenmo's lead, spinning, tilting, swinging in the open space, and even being pulled into her arms, Xiao Cui felt that the dance that the lady described was really too ambiguous and close.

"This is the most popular dance nowadays. Trust me, Xiao Cui. I won't lie to you."

Yan Wenmo said this seriously, her hands skillfully reaching out to hold Xiao Cui's slender waist, letting Xiao Cui put her hands on her shoulders. The two of them interlocked their fingers, pulling each other to the limit, sometimes close, sometimes far, in the silent melody.

After repeating this several times, Xiao Cui's dance steps became more and more brisk. She looked at Yan Wenmo's smiling face and thought that the lady really knew a lot.

In fact, she doesn't know that the lady doesn't know much. She just wants to pull you to play with her to pass the time. After all, two people pulling each other is much more interesting than one person.

This led to the situation that when the Demon Lord finally couldn't hold back and came to look for someone, he saw his own maid being pulled and tugged by Yan Wenmo in an open space, which was extremely ambiguous.

Originally, he was a little annoyed, but as he observed, he realized something was wrong. How come the way these two people were pulling each other was like dancing? !

Is there such a way of dancing?! The Demon Lord was a little unsure, but this way of dancing was indeed much more novel than those he had seen before, so much so that he couldn't help but stare in amazement.

“You dance very well.”

Yan Wenmo praised Xiao Cui sincerely. Looking at Xiao Cui in his arms, whose face was blushing because of her praise, he thought that this girl was truly innocent.

It’s a pity that she is not a man, otherwise, she would also like to have a harem. It would be so exciting to think about those beautiful girls vying for her favor.

Of course, even if it is a man, she will only think about it, because for her, one partner is enough. More than one will be troublesome. She has never liked trouble, and the simpler the better.

Thinking of this, she loosened her arms around Xiao Cui, looked at the beads of sweat on Xiao Cui's face, and said considerately:

"Take a break. Look at you. You are so tired from dancing."

Xiao Cui nodded obediently, then took out a handkerchief from her bosom. She looked at the sweat beads on Yan Wenmo's face and subconsciously handed the handkerchief to him. But before Yan Wenmo could take it, her hand was forcibly pushed away.

Like a wall, the Demon Lord stood between Yan Wenmo and Xiao Cui, and said with a half-smile:

"You're having fun, huh?!"

There was a hint of anger and jealousy in his tone, which made Yan Wenmo frown, thinking that he was having a seizure again.

She was fed up with it. Every time she was happiest, the Demon Lord would appear. Couldn't he stay away from her?! Or would he die if he stayed away from her?! Would he?! It was crazy.

The Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo's impatient expression, snorted coldly, grabbed Yan Wenmo's hand without saying anything, and then put his other hand on Yan Wenmo's waist. Finally, under the other party's questioning eyes, he said arrogantly:

“I want it too.”

"what?!"

"I also want you to teach her to dance like that?!"

"I reject"

"Yan Shisan, I gave you face, didn't I?!"

"I reject"

"Yan Shisan?!"

"I refuse."

After being rejected again and again, the Demon Lord's face couldn't help but look ugly. He frowned and looked at Yan Wenmo impatiently, his eyebrows full of coldness, and asked:

"You haven't learned your lesson from the past few days, have you?!"

In response, Yan Wenmo looked at him with disdain, sneered, and said disdainfully:

"If you really have the ability, you can kill me now, otherwise, I won't agree?!"

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed the Demon Lord's hand on her waist, gritting her teeth and said:

“I will never agree to this”

The Demon Lord squinted his eyes at her, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and suddenly said coldly:

"If you don't dance with me, I will kiss you"

It was just a simple sentence, but its lethality was like ten atomic bombs exploding at the same time. Yan Wenmo had to admit that compared to death, being close to the Demon Lord was worse than death. If death was worse than life, then it was better to die.

So, she compromised.

She obediently placed her hands on the Demon Lord's shoulders, as docile as a lamb, looked at the Demon Lord with innocent eyes, and said softly:

"My dear, do you think this is okay?! Should we slow down a bit? You are taller than me, and I may not be able to keep up with you, dear?!"

The speed at which his expression changed shocked Xiao Cui and made others gasp in amazement. The Demon Lord put on a look that said, "I can't control you anymore," and said rather arrogantly:

"As you wish"

Yan Wenmo, who was held in the arms of the Demon Lord, was extremely regretful at this moment, regretting so much that her heart was bleeding. Why did she pull Xiao Cui to dance? If she didn't dance, the Demon Lord wouldn't see her. If the Demon Lord didn't see her, he wouldn't force her to dance with him.

Therefore, the source of the sin lies in the fact that I came up with this crappy method out of boredom. If it were playing pot-tossing or fishing, this would not have happened.

However, time cannot be reversed, and there is no regret medicine to buy. She can only let the other party pull her around like a puppet. She feels like she is playing with the magic of love and spinning in circles. She feels dizzy and wants to vomit.

Will I sprain my ankle accidentally?! Yan Wenmo began to think about the feasibility of this plan, but the next moment, the face of the Demon Lord suddenly approached, so close that it was only a few microns away from her lips, and the other party was even going to continue.

The scene frightened Yan Wenmo so much that he immediately bent down and avoided the critical hit.

Seeing her like this, the Demon Lord seemed to be addicted. He played the game of chase and escape while dancing, and the smile on his face became more and more pure.

Whenever he approached from the left, Yan Wenmo would pull away from the right; he leaned over and she bent over; he closed the distance between them and she would stay outside his distance, enjoying herself alone.

It’s like love, but not like love. The pulling, getting close, separating, and escaping of the two people are so obvious, yet so addictive.

It was indeed a fun game, but dancing alone was not as comfortable as dancing with two people. It was like he seemed to be close to her, yet she always seemed to reject him. She let him come closer again and again, and she kept moving away from him.

Pulling the person into his arms once again, the Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo, who was almost imprisoned in his arms, and couldn't help but whispered:

“Yan Shisan, I suddenly don’t want to kill you anymore?! You said I’ll destroy your cultivation, how about you stay by my side?!”

In response to his nonsense, Yan Wenmo just wanted to say, "Thank you for listening to me. Because of you, four seasons have been cold. You might as well kill me for saying this?!"

Seeing that Yan Wenmo didn't answer, the Demon Lord took a deep breath and buried his head in her neck, as if taking a rest.

His hot breath sprayed on her neck, bringing a slight coolness, but it gave Yan Wenmo goose bumps all over her body.

Ancestor, when can you let me go? I’m really scared to death when you’re like this.

Considering that I’m pretending to be a man, could you please not be so desperate? You have Chu Yanhong, and if that doesn’t work, Xiao Cui will do. Could you please let me go!!!

As if the Demon Lord had heard Yan Wenmo's prayer, he finally let go of his hand. Yan Wenmo breathed a sigh of relief and looked relieved.

Oh my god, I’m saved. Fortunately, he’s not that abnormal. I was really scared. Fortunately, he’s not that abnormal!