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On the night of Su Ya's eighteenth birthday, he had a dream. In it, he held hands with, embraced, and kissed a beauty as elegant as a black swan, then rolled around with him on a big bed.
When he woke up, he realized something was a little off.
The other person seemed to be just like him: a man.
Later, he transmigrated to another world, grew wings on his back, and became an angel. He was also the Demon King's beloved lover, whom the king had lost and found again.
In the Demon King's palace, he met the stunning beauty from his dream, with black hair and red eyes. The man was gentle, noble, and good-tempered, and Su Ya's heart skipped a beat.
Was this the Demon King?
No, this was his wife.
Su Ya: Thanks for asking. Getting a wife for free feels great, except she doesn't cooperate much. She always makes me the one on the bottom, and I'm no match for her. She loves me, but she could kill me with a flick of her finger.
Aixius was usually busy with work, but he always made time to stay in his bedchamber and watch boring comics and novels with Su Ya.
Sometimes he would sit at his desk with a cup of coffee, lower his head to write orders commanding a million demons on the battlefield, then look up and join his darling in discussing and mocking the angst and scumbag love interests in melodramatic stories.
Su Ya lay on his stomach on the bed, swinging his pale legs and propping his cheek on one hand. He asked,
