Xue Chenbi, son of the Demon Lord, was born without a heart. After he inherited the title of Demon Lord, his demon generals could do nothing but sigh.
The reason was simple: Xue Chenbi never handled any affairs and did nothing but sleep. After the previous Demon Lord died, he became even less diligent about cultivation.
If things continued like this, the demon realm was doomed.
And doomed it was.
The Immortal Sects' war god led an army to attack the leaderless demon realm.
Yawning, Xue Chenbi slacked off on the battlefield, and the demon realm lost without a doubt.
The only strange thing was that the war god didn't kill Xue Chenbi. Instead, he imprisoned him.
As far as Xue Chenbi was concerned, life among the Immortal Sects was no different from before, and even more comfortable.
What kind of imprisonment was this? He got to sleep every day. It was the good life.
Only after the war god died did Xue Chenbi finally grow a heart, and feel pain that pierced him to the core.
"The moon is cold, the sun is warm; a lovesick heart burns ever brighter."
Also known as Memoirs of My Late Husband and The Demon Lover
An utterly robotic, aloof top x a nearly perfect bottom
1. I haven't decided whether to tell this through flashbacks or in chronological order.
2. Most likely, this is a romance-focused story. You don't need to think too hard about the plot.
3. I don't really like writing purely good people, but since this is a memoir of a late husband, let's not make it too dark and twisted. I'll just write a simple, conventional love story.
Theme: Love
