My wife is a magical girl, how can I be the villain?

Lin Ruoyu's "mocking" expression vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of panic in her eyes. She rolled to the left, returning to her position, while simultaneously using her hand to block Tang Ming's "claws".

"You like playing this...?" Tang Ming's face twitched, and he had no choice but to go all out, directly rolling the blanket over Lin Ruoyu's delicate body and hugging her tightly.

He initially felt somewhat "out of place," and doing this before regaining his memories always felt strange, like a casual hookup, even though he had no relevant experience... However, Lin Ruoyu's repeated teasing even made him start to question him.

From both a moral and logical standpoint, and as a husband and as a man, he could not sit idly by and wait for his death.

"Wait, wait," Lin Ruoyu said earnestly, raising her hand.

Tang Ming glanced at her, their faces almost touching. Lin Ruoyu slapped Tang Ming's face, and she closed her eyes awkwardly. Unexpectedly, she felt a warmth on her lips and quickly opened her eyes. Tang Ming's face had already moved away from hers.

"Waiting for what? Waiting for you to get the atmosphere right?" Tang Ming's words were clearly meant to provoke her.

Lin Ruoyu took a deep breath, her expression somewhat subtle. Despite being in close contact with Tang Ming, she didn't feel any awkwardness or discomfort.

"Are you getting impatient? Why weren't you this excited before?" She didn't back down, grabbing Tang Ming's wrists with both hands and pushing him off her body, holding him tightly.

The two stared at each other, one above the other, frozen in place. Tang Ming hadn't expected Lin Ruoyu to be so strong; he exerted almost all his strength downwards, but Lin Ruoyu's arms remained completely still.

Tang Ming's eyes were filled with questions. He dared not make any big moves. The other party had delicate skin and if he hurt Lin Ruoyu, he would be finished.

"You... like thrills? You've been provoking me like you're on drugs today."

Tang Ming noticed that his wife was acting strangely today. His eyes swept across her face, noticing the slight upturn at the corner of her mouth, and he recalled the changes in her personality in the past.

"How long ago was it?" Lin Ruoyu asked.

"I don't remember," Tang Ming replied cautiously.

"Then why haven't you touched me all year? Answer me seriously," Lin Ruoyu asked, enunciating each word clearly.

"I...I was worried about your health. You were hospitalized for a few weeks at the end of last year, and you were listless and out of sorts, so..."

Tang Ming recalled Lin Ruoyu's appearance after returning home from the hospital. She looked dazed and stood in front of him, but her gaze was always fixed on him, as if she had lost her soul...

He didn't know that he was like that back then.

"Are you concerned about me, or do you not recognize me...?" Lin Ruoyu sighed.

"Huh?" Tang Ming tilted his head, "What do you mean, 'know' or 'don't know'?"

"Husband... get up first." Lin Ruoyu looked at him and pushed him away with some force.

This time, she didn't call Tang Ming by his name, but called him "husband" directly, which touched Tang Ming's heart.

"Isn't there a class reunion tomorrow? I remember back in our sophomore year, we were both late for the same class. One of us sneaked in through the front door, and the other through the back door. We ended up being dragged up to the front of the class and 'publicly humiliated' by the teacher. Do you remember that?"

"I don't quite remember..." Tang Ming pondered whether there were any "episodes" in his life where he was late and got scolded by a teacher. "I think it was some teacher, some teacher."

"Yes, which teacher was it again? The one with naturally curly hair, black-rimmed glasses, and bronze earrings, do you remember her?" Lin Ruoyu's eyes lit up as she happily recounted the past.

"It seems so, a rather mature older sister, not someone to be trifled with... I forgot her name." Tang Ming casually chimed in.

He couldn't understand Lin Ruoyu. He had already gotten angry, yet she was reminiscing about their university days, and he didn't remember anything about her...

"That's an older man, Tang Ming... an older man with naturally curly hair." Lin Ruoyu shook her head.

"Huh? Is that so? Maybe the teacher I'm talking about isn't the same one you remember. I don't quite remember." Tang Ming let go of her hand and lay down next to Lin Ruoyu.

"But we're not even in the same class, not even in the same major. You've never taken the same class as me..."

Tang Ming felt a tingling sensation on his cheek as he was stared at by two burning gazes.

He couldn't help but argue, "When we were talking about the class reunion, didn't you say we were in the same class?"

"Don't you know we're in the same class?" Lin Ruoyu said unhappily, "You believe whatever I say!"

"What am I...?" Tang Ming was speechless for a moment.

"Do you remember when we got married? Do you remember when we last did it? Are you really Tang Ming?!"

Lin Ruoyu was no longer the gentle and quiet person Tang Ming remembered; her tone was becoming increasingly aggressive.

"Of course I'm Tang Ming! Who do you think I am, some virtual beast in disguise? What exactly are you trying to say?"

Tang Ming finally understood Lin Ruoyu's strange behavior tonight. She suspected his identity and was deliberately using these things to provoke him. Wait, Tang Ming realized that Lin Ruoyu had already been setting a trap for him when they talked about the class reunion a few days ago…

"I believe you are Tang Ming, but are you still my husband?"

After Lin Ruoyu finished speaking, both of them fell silent.

This statement made it clear that Tang Ming knew the other party was well aware that his year-long facade of marital harmony was all an act, and that all the awkwardness and avoidance during their time together was his fault. He didn't know how Lin Ruoyu would view him.

Lin Ruoyu had already confirmed that Tang Ming had amnesia, and she felt somewhat bewildered after receiving the result. She had only managed to interrogate Tang Ming so forcefully by thoroughly investigating his records, but what right did she have to do so?

As she spent more time with Tang Ming, Lin Ruoyu gradually came to understand him better, and she began to feel uneasy.

She could clearly sense that Tang Ming's attitude towards her was different from that of an ordinary couple; it was always very awkward. Often, the information she received from Tang Ming was vastly different from what she actually knew.

She believed that the information from those around her and the Demon Department was correct, and that Tang Ming was deceiving her, which made her somewhat anxious.

Some even speculated, in a conspiracy theory, that Tang Ming knew her identity as a magical girl and deliberately pretended to be her husband to get close to her for ulterior motives... Wu Shao always shared "tragic cases" of magical girls from other cities with her, and would add a sentence about real events.

She had no choice but to investigate her past and found Tang Ming's hospitalization records and doctor's certificate from last year before she finally figured out Tang Ming's identity.

Now that she finally knows the truth, Lin Ruoyu doesn't feel any resentment at all; on the contrary, she feels relieved.

She really didn't want to leave this home, even though Tang Ming's presence sometimes made her anxious. Fortunately, she now knew everything about Tang Ming's company background and network of connections, so she could open up to him and "start over" to understand her other half.

"Tang Ming, I think I already know what's going on... I believe you're genuine, but you don't remember me anymore, do you?"

"Last October, when you left the hospital, you had forgotten many things, and you still haven't remembered them to this day, right? But you still pretended to be calm and lived with me as if nothing had happened for almost a year, and you even 'remained chaste' and didn't touch me... I should thank you, pfft!"

Lin Ruoyu spoke calmly and slowly. At the end, seeing Tang Ming's stiff, pale face, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.