After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

Yun Zhao had a dream in which he was being hugged by a furry thing. It held him tightly and wouldn't let go. It felt comfortable, but it was also strangely itchy.

She couldn't open her eyes and couldn't see what was holding her.

But her nose was so itchy that she jolted awake from her dream.

Yun Zhao opened her eyes and subconsciously raised her head, only to bump into something hard. She clutched her forehead in pain.

"It hurts."

The owner of that thing cried out in pain before she did. Yun Zhao looked over—

"Qi Yan? You're awake!"

Qi Yan was seen covering his forehead, his eyes reddening as if tears were about to well up, as if he had been bullied... But that's not the point!

The key point is that Qi Yan's gaze towards her was surprisingly unfamiliar!

Seeing his appearance, Yun Zhao suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

She tentatively asked, "Qi Yan, do you know who I am?"

"Know!"

Qi Yan said crisply, "You are my wife, we got married yesterday."

It’s over.

These two words flashed through Yun Zhao's mind.

She appeared expressionless, but in reality, her mind was already filled with a thousand "Holy crap" exclamations.

She encountered the most common amnesia plot in novels!

Before she could speak, Qi Yan awkwardly moved closer to her, stammering, "Does my wife not like me? Why won't you talk to me? Did I hurt you when I bumped into you? It hurts a little too, but I can bear it. If it hurts, I'll blow on it for you..."

He rattled off a string of questions, and Yun Zhao didn't know which one to answer first. But seeing Qi Yan getting closer and closer to her, Yun Zhao thought for a moment and decided that it was most important to keep some distance from him.

But as she stepped back, Qi Yan's eyes reddened again. "Does my wife despise me? Or does she dislike me? Why are you keeping so far away from me?"

As he spoke, not only did his eyes redden, but he even started to shed tears.

Yun Zhao didn't care about anything else and quickly coaxed, "It's not that I dislike you, it's just that it's daytime now, we can't be too close."

Qi Yan immediately said, "If you don't mind, then you like me. We can't be close during the day, but we can be together at night!"

Yun Zhao remained silent for a moment.

There's nothing wrong with this logic.

Qi Yan immediately burst into laughter through his tears, "Wife, let's get up and go see Father!"

Yun Zhao's eyes flickered, and he asked, "No rush, no rush, Qi Yan, can you tell me about yourself? Although we are married, I don't know anything about you."

Qi Yan quickly replied, "Alright, I'll tell you, my wife."

However, before speaking, he corrected her, "My wife, you should call me husband."

Yun Zhao: "..."

Seeing that Qi Yan would get upset and start to cry if she didn't call him "husband," Yun Zhao was truly afraid of him. She tried to open her mouth and say those two words, but she couldn't.

She hesitated for a moment, then called out "Ayan".

Qi Yan grumbled, "I've already called you wife..."

Yun Zhao kindly said, "Then you can just call me by my name from now on."

Qi Yan: "..."

He avoided the topic and started talking about his own life.

According to him, as the crown prince of the royal family and the sole heir to the Demon Emperor, he has been in seclusion in a secret chamber cultivating.

A few days ago, after he came out of seclusion, he went to the forest near Wushang City for training. Unexpectedly, he encountered a beast tide and was attacked by many monsters, and he was seriously injured.

If Qi Han hadn't discovered his disappearance and gone to look for him, he probably would have died there.

Seeing that Yun Zhao was listening attentively, Qi Yan quietly snuggled up to her and stood very close to her.

He said with a hint of grievance in his voice, "I almost... I almost didn't get to see my wife again."

“My wife, look,” Qi Yan said, pulling open his robe and pointing to the scars on it, “These are from that fierce battle. I don’t know if they will fade. If they remain, my wife won’t like them…”

Yun Zhao didn't notice what Qi Yan said next. She was shocked. The scars on Qi Yan's chest were clearly left when Song Zhiyuan had imprisoned him in the dungeon.

How could it have been caused by a demonic beast?

Could it be that Qi Yan not only suffers from amnesia, but also has distorted memories?

Her thoughts were in disarray. Qi Yan noticed that she was distracted, frowned, and deliberately nuzzled her cheek, trying to attract her attention.

Yun Zhao subconsciously turned her face to the side, but Qi Yan hadn't moved away yet. Their lips brushed against each other, and both of them froze.

Qi Yan's face suddenly turned bright red. He covered his face and said shyly, "My wife, although I was unconscious last night and we didn't consummate our marriage, it's broad daylight, don't do this..."

Yun Zhao: "..."

Is there any brain disease?

Yun Zhao shuddered; this Qi Yan was truly terrifying.

She mercilessly burst the pink bubble that was gradually spreading in the air, and said seriously, "Be serious."

The bubbles disappeared, and Qi Yan looked completely dejected: "Oh."

But he quickly recovered and continued cheerfully, "But the saying 'those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune' is really true. Look at me, I didn't die, and I even got to marry you, my wife, quite early."

He snorted, "We could have gotten married a long, long time ago, but we had to wait until the wedding date set by our two grandfathers. If we had gotten married earlier, I wouldn't have gone to that forest for training."

Isn't it wonderful to sleep with your sweet and warm wife in your arms?!

Upon hearing his words, Yun Zhao suddenly felt a pang of bittersweet emotion.

Her current identity is the eldest daughter of the Leopard family, and her appearance is exactly the same as that eldest daughter, which means that Qi Yan is engaged in the demon realm.

Every word he speaks now is directed at the eldest daughter of the Leopard family.

Not to her.

Yun Zhao temporarily put aside his chaotic thoughts and asked with a serious expression, "Qi Yan, who am I?"

Qi Yan was a little flustered.

In his memory, his fiancée was incredibly gentle and kind to him, always indulging him in everything, and had never been so serious before.

He said weakly, "You are my wife, my wife, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong that made you angry?"

Yun Zhao shook his head. "I'm not angry. I just want to know one thing."

Qi Yan asked, "What is it?"

Yun Zhao didn't speak; she didn't want to know anymore.

She was only there to complete the mission, and her affection for Qi Yan was simply because he was her target.

How can you expect to receive pure love in return for impure feelings?

Despite thinking this way, Yun Zhao still felt uneasy.

My heart is breaking, but it's a dull knife.

She clutched her chest.

Somewhat uncomfortable.

Seeing that she looked unwell, Qi Yan quickly asked, "Wife, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll go find a doctor."

As he spoke, he started to get out of bed.

“I’m fine,” Yun Zhao said, pulling him back. “You don’t need to go.”

Qi Yan looked her over and, seeing that she wasn't in any discomfort, went back to bed.

“Tell me if you feel unwell,” Qi Yan instructed. “Don’t try to bear it on your own.”

Yun Zhao smiled and nodded, "Ayan, you're so good to me."

"Of course I'll treat you well," Qi Yan stroked her hair, "You're my wife."

Yun Zhao paused.

She saw it.

She heard "wife," but the lip movements she saw were clearly --

Zhao Zhao.

Of course I want to treat you well, you're my Zhaozhao!