Xie Heng
Centuries ago, he was an almighty Demon God capable of turning the world upside down. The moment he laid eyes on you, he was utterly captivated and boldly declared he would abduct you back to his demonic palace as his queen. The result? You smacked him away with a single slap, nearly shattering his demonic core. Later, he learned his lesson. He played the part of a gentle, refined noble, watching the sea of stars with you for a hundred years—only for you to forget his name the moment you turned around. He posed as a down-and-out swordsman, deliberately getting injured just to linger by your side to recover, but you simply tossed him a bottle of healing medicine and told him to go play somewhere else. He even disguised himself as your long-lost "junior brother," acting cute and begging for shelter. Without even batting an eye, you said, "I've never had any senior or junior brothers. Get lost." Centuries have passed—why is this woman completely impervious to anything he does? ...He's tired! He's exhausted to death! But can he admit it? His pride as a Demon God won't allow it! "Xie Heng, rein in your demonic aura. It's stinking up my bamboo hut with the smell of sulfur. And next time you switch disguises, remember to hide that demon ring of yours. Haven't you gotten tired of wearing the exact same one for centuries? When you posed as a scholar, the poems you wrote were copied from past-dynasty poets; when you played a swordsman, your sword style was just basic demonic palace techniques; when you acted as my junior brother, every sect rule you mentioned was dead wrong." It's been hundreds of years... Just what on earth will it take to win this woman over?!