Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Yan Wenmo spoke softly but with a firm tone. Chu Yanhong looked at her in surprise, as if she was a little puzzled as to why she would have such an idea.

Outside the door, the Demon Lord, who was leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, looked at the two people in the room and couldn't help but sneered:

"Bullying the weak?! You can't stand it?! Do you think you are very strong?!"

The Demon Lord's posture was casual, and his expression was full of contempt. Yan Wenmo did not say anything in response to his provocation. She just took a deep breath, looked at Chu Yanhong and said:

"Love is voluntary, there is no regret afterwards. Since you really like him, I won't say much. As long as you are happy, that's all."

Having said that, Yan Wenmo walked out of the house on his own, ignoring the Demon Lord standing beside him.

Because there is really nothing to say. Since Chu Yanhong is willing and willing to do it, why should I go to such lengths? After all, she just occasionally feels pity for her, and I don't really have to save her.

If she really wants to escape from the sea of ​​suffering, I might be able to put some effort into it, but if she doesn't want to, there's no need for me to get involved in other people's affairs.

Thinking of this, she remembered the card game with Xiao Cui, and subconsciously curled her lips, then shrugged her shoulders and jumped up and down:

"Who cares? Let's go play cards first."

But she did not succeed in playing cards, because she was caught by the Demon Lord, who easily grabbed her shoulders and said in a gloomy tone:

"Don't you think you should apologize to me?!"

Yan Wenmo sneered, and then asked:

"Did I... say something wrong?! If I didn't say anything wrong, why should I apologize?!"

Without any hesitation, the Demon Lord pushed her to the wall and slammed her back against it. He looked at her coldly and warned her:

"Yan Shisan, don't push your luck!"

In response to this, Yan Wenmo sneered and said sarcastically:

"You're asking for more?! How funny! Did you give me an inch?! Did you give me a foot?! Even if you're spoiled, you still have to be spoiled. Did you give me one?!"

As she spoke, she poked the Demon Lord in the chest and continued to increase the intensity of her taunting, saying arrogantly:

"Don't forget, I'm just your pet. Pets also have their own hobbies, pets also have freedom, pets also have their own likes and dislikes of people and things, if you can't afford to keep it, don't keep it"

The sudden force on her neck stopped her from saying anything and made her face flush instantly.

She looked at the Demon Lord stubbornly, with a stubborn light in her eyes. Her gaze was cold and full of murderous intent, like a knife, which squeezed into the Demon Lord's mind so easily and forcefully that he couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

Silently, he let go of his hand and looked at Yan Wenmo helplessly, like a child who was at a loss.

Yan Wenmo still stared at him with eyes full of murderous intent. He subconsciously took a few steps back, his body staggered and even trembled slightly.

Yan Wenmo didn't care about this. She stood up only after her breathing became completely smooth, and then turned around and left without hesitation.

The Demon Lord listened to the footsteps that were gradually fading away. He was silent for a long time before he spoke in a trembling, panicked voice:

"How could you...how could you use her eyes to look at me like that?! How could you...look at me like that?!"

It shouldn't be like this, things shouldn't develop like this, but why did it turn out like this? !

He subconsciously looked at his own hands, those slender hands with slightly calloused skin. These hands had pinched her slender neck time and again, leaving marks on her neck, telling her that she would die if she didn't obey.

But why wasn't she afraid? ! Why wasn't she afraid? ! Why did she have murderous intent on her face instead of crying and begging for mercy? !

Shouldn't she be shaking with fear?! Shouldn't she be crying miserably?! Shouldn't she be kneeling and even begging for mercy?! Why are her eyes filled with hatred and murderous intent?! She doesn't even bother to hide it.

It shouldn't be like this! Things shouldn't develop like this! She should be afraid of him, beg him, and even please him, instead of hating him, blaming him, or even wanting to kill him!

She shouldn't have had this reaction, but she did, and this reaction was something the Demon Lord had not expected, or even anticipated.

So, he felt that some things seemed to be wrong from the beginning, and escaped his control, or perhaps he had never controlled them.

Because of today's unpleasantness, Yan Wenmo skipped lunch and dinner. She locked herself in the room, resisting anyone's approach.

"Madam, the housekeeper has asked someone to prepare a midnight snack for you. Do you want to eat it?!"

Outside the door, Xiao Cui knocked on the door worriedly, because she was really worried about Yan Wenmo. After all, she heard from Lai Fu that the madam and the master had a conflict, and it was all because of that vixen. If she hadn't seduced the master, how could the madam quarrel with the master.

Hearing Xiao Cui's words, Yan Wenmo thought for a moment before speaking:

"come in"

The door was pushed open and Xiao Cui walked in. She carefully placed the food box on the table and was about to speak when she suddenly noticed the purple mark on Yan Wenmo's neck. She couldn't help but screamed:

"Madam, are you... the master?! How could he do this to you?! You are obviously his wife, but he actually... he actually did this to you because of that..."

Seeing her start a long speech again, Yan Wenmo frowned with a headache and couldn't help but stop her:

"Okay, Xiao Cui, I don't want to hear about him, please stop talking, okay?!"

Xiao Cui looked at her aggrievedly after hearing this. After a long time, she seemed to remember something and spoke happily:

"Madam, please wait a moment. I'll go get some ointment. Your injury is so serious, it won't heal without applying the ointment?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at her and couldn't help but stop her:

"Don't run around, I have medicine"

As she spoke, she took out the plaster and showed it to Xiao Cui, and explained gently:

"I just applied some medicine, it will be fine in a while, don't worry."

Xiao Cui looked at Yan Wenmo's serious expression and nodded subconsciously, but tears fell down her face as she choked up and said:

"Madam, are you really okay?! Or you can run away. The master almost strangled you to death today because of that vixen. If you don't run, he will definitely beat you to death."

As she spoke, she wiped her tears and said sadly:

"There was a man in our village who beat his wife before. He beat her very fiercely. His wife was beaten to death. I heard that when she died, there was not a single piece of healthy flesh on her body. Madam, I don't want you to become like this?! Beaten to death by the master."

Yan Wenmo heard how miserable she was, touched her head with amusement, and said soothingly:

"Madam, you're strong. You'll be fine. You won't die."

As she spoke, she pointed to the food box and said:

"Didn't you say you would send me a midnight snack?! Why won't you let me eat?!"

Seeing Yan Wenmo's gentle face, Xiao Cui couldn't help but take out the food from the food box and put it in front of Yan Wenmo. But seeing the scars on her neck, she couldn't help but advise:

"Madam, you better run, otherwise..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt a cold gaze staring at her from behind. Then, she silently stopped talking and didn't say another word.

Seeing Xiao Cui shut up, the Demon Lord glared at her unhappily, then waved his hand and asked her to leave. Seeing this, Xiao Cui looked worriedly at Yan Wenmo who was still eating, and retreated reluctantly.

The Demon Lord glanced at Yan Wenmo's neck. The purple marks were particularly eye-catching on the snow-white skin.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but Yan Wenmo deliberately dodged it. Seeing this, he frowned and approached again, but saw Yan Wenmo put down the bowl and got up to leave.

Grabbing Yan Wenmo's wrist, the Demon Lord couldn't help but question:

"Do you dislike me so much?!"

In response, Yan Wenmo sneered and asked:

"Why would I like someone who wants to kill me?! I'm not sick yet."