My Iceberg Wife, You Smell So Good!

[Gorgeous, scheming, sharp-tongued tiger-demon hostage prince × cold-faced, unflappable half-demon brocade-clad guard] [Older, fatherly top × younger man with a disability] + [Two strong leads] + [Love that grows over time] + [Redemption and irresistible sweetness] + [Romance with a child in tow] + [Happy ending] Falling in love with Mu Shixian was Mie Yuxiu’s fate. After thirty years of war between humans and demons, the extraordinary Mu Shixian descended from the heavens, exterminated demons, and brought peace to the human nation of Yusuo for many years. The demon kingdom of Nansang was oppressed by a tyrannical demon king and plagued by internal rebellions. When a new king took the throne, he sent the heir of Nansang to Yusuo to sue for peace and seek the Wuji Demon Banner, a treasure capable of suppressing demons. But the gorgeous young heir offended the imperial aura, and the emperor of Yusuo simply sent this troublesome prince to the Mu residence in the southeast of the city, home of the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Mu Shixian, commander-in-chief of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, was cold by nature. He accepted the decree and took the beautiful young heir under his wing, never expecting that the prince suffered from sleepwalking and often invaded his bedroom in the middle of the night. He wouldn’t wake up or leave, but that wasn’t all. When the prince came to, he had no memory of seeking someone’s company every night. By day: “Plain as can be.” The heir of Nansang gave a scornful laugh. “How utterly boring. I really can’t imagine what the Crown Prince sees in you.” By night: “I’m scared...” The beauty’s red lips parted and closed, his jade-like face streaked with tears. He wrapped both arms tightly around the guard’s slender waist. “Brother, don’t leave me...” To achieve his goal, the beautiful young heir used a little seduction to get close to the guard and learn where to find the Wuji Demon Banner. But why was he the one who fell first? My fingers curl around the ten strings, and they quiver as if yearning to fall silent. The moon shines on the heart of the lake; wild cranes drift beneath idle clouds. I step toward you, only to catch a fleeting glimpse. Note: This is a slow-burn romance, not love at first sight. Please don’t read if that’s not your thing.