The Aloof Beauty Couldn't Forget Being Humiliated

Before Wen Wan entered the dungeon, she spent the whole night getting advice from the fox demon next door, who had been married three times.

She had heard that the prisoner was an immortal cultivator from a sect, captured by the Demon Lord.

He was the greatest cultivator of Tianyao Sect, peerless with the sword, upright and self-possessed, the pride of the immortal sects.

Unfortunately, the sect's prodigy was stubborn to the core and refused to bow his head, no matter how much he was tortured.

The Demon Lord planned to turn him into a human-shaped spiritual medicine for cultivation. It was a way to use and humiliate him, and a slap in the face to the immortal sects.

As a mortal, Wen Wan was the ideal vessel for channeling spiritual power, so she was sent to the unlucky Immortal Lord's side.

Wen Wan took it all in stride. She carried in a bowl of drugged water and tricked him into drinking it, hoping to spare them both some suffering.

But clearly, the Immortal Lord in the dungeon was not so calm.

Whether his Dao heart had shattered or she had pushed him too far, he spat blood all over her.

Wen Wan thought he must hate her. Otherwise, he wouldn't look at her with such icy eyes every time they did it, and he had never touched her with his hands from beginning to end.

He certainly wouldn't have been so eager to erase the one stain on his life after joining forces with the immortal sects to break through the demon realm.

The two years he spent imprisoned in the demon realm were a nightmare Xie Wuqi never wanted to remember.

Imprisoned by the Demon Lord, drained by a mortal woman,

he ought to have hated her to the bone for such a humiliating disgrace.

And Xie Wuqi did hate her.

He hated her for being despicable, for taking advantage of him, and most of all, he hated himself for being powerless to resist her touch, every inch of his skin screaming with humiliation.

But before he could vent that hatred, she had already died before his eyes.

Later, after countless failed attempts to summon her soul, his hatred only grew,

until the day he attended a friend's wedding and discovered that she was still alive.

At the time, she wore a red gown and a phoenix crown, a flawless smile on her face.

She lowered her head and said, "Daoist Xie, I've heard so much about you."

Abstinent (or so he thinks) Daoist x unbothered liar (a forcibly picked melon tastes sweet)

Reader's Guide:

1. Happy ending, one-on-one romance, both leads are chaste in body and mind.

2. The heroine has her reasons, but has a great attitude. No angst for the heroine.

3. A bittersweet, melodramatic story. Not Stockholm syndrome, not narcissistic personality disorder, and not mutual destruction.

4. The heroine wasn't killed by the male lead. She faked her death purely out of guilt.

Theme: Bend without breaking, but never forget your original purpose