Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

"Ten years of life and death, both are vague. I can't forget it without thinking about it. A thousand miles away, a lonely grave, with no one to talk about the desolation..."

Almost reflexively, the Demon Lord picked up the piece of paper covered with words from the desk and couldn't help but read it aloud.

He looked at the messy handwriting and hidden tear marks on the paper, subconsciously looked at the person sleeping on the bed, and then gently put it down.

He walked slowly to the bedside. Yan Wenmo had already fallen into a deep sleep on the bed. There were still some tear marks on her face. He didn't know if she had cried in her dream again.

The Demon Lord tentatively reached out his hand and gently wiped away her tears with a complicated expression.

Yan Wenmo once told him that she had an enemy, but she never mentioned the name of her enemy. Even if he wanted to investigate, he seemed unable to find out even a single word about her enemy.

The Demon Lord did not suspect that what she said was false, because there was no need for her to lie. Since she wanted to do it herself, he could only let her do it herself.

He knew clearly that the person in front of him was not his wife, but for some reason, he vaguely felt that she was his wife, his wife, the one he had been searching for but could not find.

Even if she only had a pair of eyes similar to the Madam's, even if her personality was completely different from the Madam's, even if her attitude towards him was completely different from the Madam's, even if she was a man in his eyes.

But it seemed that she was standing there, just standing there, for no reason, making him feel that she was his wife. There was no reason, no excuse, no excuse, nothing, just simply making him feel that she was his wife.

"What if you were a woman?! That way, I can at least deceive myself a little more and think that you... are her."

As he spoke, the Demon Lord sighed silently, and then said with a wry smile full of self-mockery:

"But you happen to be a man, but you happen to look most like her in my eyes, but you happen to make me think that you are her"

After saying this, he stood up, looked at the night outside the window, listened to the drizzle outside the window, and couldn't help but walk to the desk and pick up a pen to write.

Soon, some vigorous and powerful handwriting appeared on the white paper. The Demon Lord looked at the words on the paper, and the bitterness on the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious.

He stared at the words on the paper for a long time, then silently put down the brush and looked at the night rain outside the window with a dazed and dazed look, as if he was lost in some memories.

When Yan Wenmo woke up, she saw the Demon Lord standing blankly at the window like a sculpture. Knowing that he had attacks from time to time, she ignored him and dressed herself and prepared to go out.

However, just as she put her hand on the door, before she could open it, someone suddenly called her.

"come over"

The one who spoke was the Demon Lord, and there was a hint of command in his tone. Upon hearing that, Yan Wenmo took a deep breath, then walked silently to his side with a look of obedience on his face.

The Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo beside him and couldn't help but reach out to touch her originally lowered face. The moment the Demon Lord's hand touched her cheek, Yan Wenmo shrank back. She subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but found that she couldn't move at all.

The Demon Lord held her face lightly in his hands, observing her appearance carefully. His hands touched her skin, inch by inch, slowly caressing it, as if he was touching some treasure.

His eyes were gentle and affectionate, as if he was looking at the love of his life again. The deep affection in his eyes was like a tangled thread that made Yan Wenmo want to escape, or even escape.

But she couldn't escape. She was like a puppet in his hand, deeply controlled by him. She had no way to avoid him and nowhere to run.

Finally, his fingers stopped at the position of his lips. As if he had discovered a new continent, he stopped all exploration and stared at this position. A trace of fire that shouldn't be there rose in his eyes.

It started as a gentle touch, then became more and more forceful, his eyes were slightly red with desire, and he rubbed it hard.

Yan Wenmo frowned as he looked at the pervert in front of him, and couldn't help but let out a slight hiss because of the pain in his throat.

This almost imperceptible sound brought the Demon Lord back to his senses. He looked at Yan Wenmo in front of him, looked at her painful brows, looked at her swollen lips, and put down his hand in embarrassment.

He thought he was crazy, and Yan Wenmo also thought he was crazy, so after a brief silence, the Demon Lord left the house first.

Seeing him leave, Yan Wenmo wiped her mouth with some disdain, and then carefully applied the ointment. Regarding her actions, the system in her sea of ​​consciousness couldn't help but speak:

[Host, the Demon Lord seems to want to...]

Before the system finished speaking, Yan Wenmo's face darkened and he said viciously:

"To shut up"

She was not a child, so she could naturally see the other party's intentions. She could only be glad that she was a man in the other party's eyes, otherwise... Yan Wenmo shuddered subconsciously and thought it would be better for her not to think about it too much.

She glanced at the white paper on the table with some disgust, only to discover the vigorous handwriting and poems written on the paper. She subconsciously picked up the paper on the table and couldn't help raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, the leaves are covered with frost, I drink a little but don't say I'm drunk. Once upon a time, we were laughing and smiling, but now, I am alone listening to the rain. After more than ten years of separation, I have never forgotten my longing for you. When I dream of deep autumn at night, the bronze mirror still reflects my red makeup."

Nodding to himself, Yan Wenmo couldn't help but comment:

"I didn't realize that the Demon Lord is such an artistic man!"

After saying that, she put the paper back to its place and walked out of the room.

After all, what does an artistic man have to do with her? She is not an artistic girl. What does his poetry, his strength, his power, everything about him have to do with her?

He is just an enemy, just a stranger, and I only stay with him because I have no choice.

Could it be that I could forget who I am and get what I want just because of his kindness? !

Demon Lord, even if you are talented, powerful, handsome, and powerful, so what? !

As my enemy, you will have only one ending: either you die or you die. There is no other choice.

Originally, Yan Wenmo was planning to find Xiao Cui to play, but Xiao Cui looked at her with a look of wanting to say something but unable to, as if she was worried. She had no choice but to ask her what was wrong.

Xiao Cui seemed to muster up a lot of courage before she leaned close to Yan Wenmo's ear and told her that the Demon Lord was in Xiyuan's room, hanging out with other women.

Yan Wenmo's room is in the East Garden. It's really hard for the Demon Lord to go to the West Garden on purpose, as if he was afraid that she would discover something.

In fact, there was no need for him to be secretive. Yan Wenmo could probably guess what he did, so she nodded calmly and said something perfunctory.

Seeing her indifferent expression, Xiao Cui looked at her tentatively and asked:

"Ma'am, aren't you angry?"

Yan Wenmo looked at her in surprise and said puzzledly:

"Why are you angry?!"

"You are obviously the wife, you are the wife who was married in a formal ceremony and carried home in a sedan chair, but the master ignored you because of that vixen. This is too much."

Xiao Cui looked indignant, and was obviously very angry about this. She even looked at Yan Wenmo with sympathy and continued:

"The master is just greedy for freshness and youth, he doesn't know the good of his wife at all, he will regret it in the future"

These words made Yan Wenmo look at her with a mixture of laughter and tears, and he couldn't help but say:

"What are you talking about?! The relationship between him and me is not what you think. He and that person are a real couple."

As she spoke, she looked at Xiao Cui calmly and explained:

"The master and that person were together before me. If we have to talk about superiority and inferiority, she is superior to me. If we have to talk about first come first served, then I am the third party. So, it is not my turn to be jealous or angry. I am the one standing between them. So, please don't say that about her, okay?!"

Xiao Cui looked at Yan Wenmo in astonishment. After a long silence, she spoke with a complicated expression:

"Madam, you are so kind that you actually said something nice to her. Madam, don't worry, I won't say anything nonsense. In this way, the master won't embarrass you."