The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Nan Xingchen gathered his spiritual power and swung his palm towards Su Muwei's chest.

Su Muwei dodged it with a quick move.

Nan Xingchen sighed secretly. Although the man in front of him had lost his memory, fortunately his cultivation was still there.

Su Muwei sat on the bed with his arms around his legs, pouting pitifully, and said aggrievedly: "Madam, why did you hit me? Did your husband do something wrong?"

Nan Xingchen paused and looked up at him. Although Su Muwei was still extremely handsome, his words and actions were completely different.

Did he really change from a cold-blooded demon lord to an amnesiac 'big fool'?

She looked him up and down for a long while. This guy didn't look like he was pretending. He really had lost his memory and didn't even know who he was.

Nan Xingchen rubbed his head and coaxed him softly: "You, you didn't do anything wrong, it's my fault, I'll go make breakfast for you?"

Su Muwei bared his two rows of white teeth and smiled: "Okay, Madam, cook, and I will light the fire."

"Okay." Nan Xingchen responded in a doting voice.

The two entered the kitchen, Nan Xingchen rolled up his sleeves, stood in front of the stove and started cutting vegetables and cooking.

Su Muwei sat down and added firewood to the fire. Nan Xingchen was very surprised. How could he, a dignified Demon Lord, do these things so easily?

The flames licked the bottom of the pot.

Nan Xingchen was a little flustered for a moment, and Su Muwei stood up and took the kitchen knife from her hand.

"Madam, you can just add some firewood, I will cook."

Nan Xingchen was stunned.

Is this still the demon lord who abstains from food?

She sat obediently in front of the stove, watching Su Muwei wield the kitchen knife with great skill, adding oil and putting the cut vegetables into the pot...

A series of smooth movements stunned Nan Xingchen.

The simple stove seemed out of place with his noble figure.

Nan Xingchen added a handful of firewood to the stove and praised from the bottom of his heart: "I wonder when you developed such a good skill?"

Su Muwei continued to stir the food in the pot and grinned, "I used to cook it for Madam, right?"

Nan Xingchen's heart tightened. He called her "Madam" so smoothly. Could it be that he had already been married and had a wife?

She raised her eyes to look at the man. The appearance of this man as a little spoiled child was too destructive to her.

She swallowed and silently added more fire to the stove.

Su Muwei put the cooked dishes on a plate, narrowed his eyes and looked at Nan Xingchen, and said cheerfully: "If Madam likes it, I will cook it for you every day in the future, how about it?"

Meeting his burning gaze, Nan Xingchen quickly lowered her eyelashes and hummed lightly.

Su Muwei brought the cooked dishes out of the house. Nan Xingchen's cheeks flushed. She secretly cursed herself for being so useless.

Su Muwei prepared two dishes and a soup, both vegetarian, and the two sat down.

"Madam, please try it and see if it suits your taste."

Su Muwei looked at Nan Xingchen expectantly, his eyes full of doting.

Nan Xingchen picked up the chopsticks, picked up the dish and took a bite. She felt that the taste was very familiar, just like the dishes that Qian Yi sent her during the time when she was sick.

Could it be that the dish was made by Su Muwei?

No, that's impossible! How can a demon king like him cook?

But looking at the dishes in front of her, she had to believe that this guy really knew how to cook, and his cooking skills were better than hers.

"Madam, eat it while it's hot!" Su Muwei picked up the chopsticks and put food into Nan Xingchen's bowl.

Nan Xingchen smiled and said, “I, I’ll do it myself, you eat too, you eat too.”

After dinner, Nan Xingchen looked out the window and said, "Su Muwei, shall I take you hunting in the forest?"

The tall and straight figure stood up suddenly, grinned and said, "Okay, Madam, let's go play in the woods."

He walked over and wanted to hold Nan Xingchen's hand, but Nan Xingchen quickly dodged.

Su Muwei was not happy about it. He said aggrievedly, "Madam, what did your husband do wrong again?"

Nan Xingchen sat down on the chair, holding his forehead and said helplessly: "No, you are fine, you did nothing wrong."

Su Muwei squatted in front of her and said with a simple smile: "Madam, you are so beautiful, just like a flower."

Seeing how obedient he was, Nan Xingchen raised her hand and rubbed his head, smiling slightly, "Su Muwei, don't call me Madam."

Su Muwei frowned slightly: "Why?"

Nan Xingchen softened his voice: "Because, because I don't like this name, just call me by my name."

"Okay, ma'am."

Su Mu's face, which was so infuriating that it made both humans and gods angry, was full of obedience. He nodded at Nan Xingchen.

Nan Xingchen: ...Just scream if you want, no one else will know anyway.

If his memory is restored, he shouldn't remember it, right?

Even if he remembered, he was the high and mighty Demon Lord, and he would definitely not want to call her Madam anymore.

Su Muwei naturally took Nan Xingchen's hand and said cheerfully, "Madam, let's go play in the forest. I want to pick some flowers for you."

Nan Xingchen looked up at him. This man had distanced himself from her before, but today, he was like this. She really couldn't afford to get drunk.

He is the Demon Lord Sikong Wu Yue, and they will not get any results at all.

She lowered her eyelashes and murmured, "If one day your memory is restored, you will forget all this, right?"

Su Muwei tilted his head and looked at her, with a confused look on his face: "Madam, what are you talking about?"

Nan Xingchen raised her head suddenly and their eyes met. Her heart was beating wildly uncontrollably. It was really terrible. Even if this guy had lost his memory, she couldn't resist his amazing looks.

There is no doubt that he is the Demon Lord Sikong Wu Yue, so is this face fake?

Nan Xingchen leaned over and stared at his handsome face, examining it carefully. She raised her hand and pinched it. It didn't look like a fake face at all.

Could it be that the rumor is false?

Su Muwei showed a shy expression, his face burning like fire, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Madam, if you want to be intimate with your husband, wait until the evening?"

Only then did Nan Xingchen realize that her entire body was pressed against his, chest against chest, and she could even hear the other's heartbeat.

She took two steps back hastily.

Blushing, she explained, "I didn't, what are you talking about?"

"Madam, your face is so red, are you sick?" Su Muwei raised his hand and stroked her forehead.

Nan Xingchen felt as if he had been electrocuted and quickly took a step back.

Su Muwei took a step forward to hold her hand and asked with concern: "Madam, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing."

Nan Xingchen dodged, raised his hand to lift the hair on his forehead, and patted his dizzy head.

Did Nan Xingchen just feel like there was something muddled in his brain?

How can I say that I am Su Muwei’s wife?

He called me "Madam" all the time and took advantage of me.

Nan Xingchen felt that she and the man in front of her were destined to be incompatible. The first thing she saw when she came through was him.

What's even more outrageous is that many firsts happened to him, including the first time he "kissed" a man and slept on the same bed with him...

He even touched my face and hugged me...