After Ye Nianqing traveled through the book, she always thought that Lu Yao would be an invincible villain who would kill her whole family, but she didn't expect that he would turn out to be a rookie fox who has lost his memory and doesn't understand love.
Although Lu Yao has no memory, his ability to please people and his high IQ seem to be innate. He often does things capriciously according to his whim, which gives Ye Nianqing a headache.
Gradually, Ye Nianqing began to master the correct way to use the amnesiac villain.
Small theater:
Lu Yao flipped through Ye Nianqing's storybook about their experiences together, and wrote her brother and junior senior brother as a pair:
Ye Zhenliu originally didn't believe that he fell in love with his childhood sweetheart, his junior brother, so he wanted to get rid of his entanglement. In a fit of anger, he decided to travel around the world with his cousin Liu Yu'er to slay demons together.
When he realized many years later that he still couldn't let go of his younger brother, he returned to Jinzhou City and viciously pressed his younger brother, who was about to marry someone else, against the wall.
With red eyes, she whispered in the ear of the younger brother: "You only belong to me!" Then she sealed the delicate red lips of the younger brother.
Lu Yao looked a little confused and pressed Ye Nianqing onto the desk. He used the demonic power in his body to turn his eyes into red. He bared his teeth and whispered in a low voice: "You only belong to me!"
Then he sealed Ye Nianqing's mouth with his hand and muttered: "Your mouth is not red either!"
Ye Nianqing's head was full of black lines, knowing that he was imitating his own script. Pushing Lu Yao away, he lectured: "Seal the other person's mouth with your own!"
Lu Yao was still confused and retorted plausibly: "Isn't that why the fox demon did this because he was collecting supplements?"
[1V1 HE Buddhist-type flat-laying female protagonist who refuses to be involved VS innocent and loving cosplay male protagonist]
Intention: The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.