How should I survive in a different world as a reincarnated villain?

It took half an hour, and we decided to set the time in the middle of the night. The characters are me woken up by internal urgency, and Fenrir woken up by me walking by him.

In order not to let my husband see that we were acting, I made full preparations and didn't drink water all night. I didn't drink a large glass of juice until before going to bed, and secretly stuffed a few juicy juices into my mouth. fruit, and then immediately pulled the quilt to sleep.

No matter what, I can’t act until midnight. Not to mention that it’s difficult to sleep for such a long time in the middle, and it’s easy to be discovered. After thinking about it, I decided to sleep first, so that I can regain my energy and “confront” my husband.

The only uncertain factor in this plan is sir, I'm sure the sound of our conversation will wake him up, sir is a light sleeper, he will wake up at the slightest sound, but I'm not sure after hearing the content of our argument , Will he choose to get up and explain to me, or continue to pretend to be asleep.

If it's the latter, I don't think I have the guts to call out Mr.

For this situation, I also thought of a solution.

"It's up to you at this time! Please be sure to pretend to be angry and attack your husband, so that he can't pretend to be asleep!"

Fenrir smiled, "Are you not afraid that I will hurt your husband?"

"That's why we need to use less lethal tricks, and don't make too much noise, otherwise it will be bad for others to hear."

"Then what if he is determined not to get up?"

"Probably not?" I said uncertainly, "The big deal is that I'll stand in front of him in a crisis. I'm already injured, so he can't pretend to be asleep anymore, right?"

As I said that, I raised my hand and patted Fenrir's shoulder, "So you must be gentle, my body is very delicate, don't beat me seriously."

Wait, do wolves have shoulders?

Fenrir twitched the corners of his mouth, speechless on his face, "I think I should hit harder, and aim specifically at your head, so that you can wake up."

"Be merciful! I don't want to die yet!"

I don't know how long it took, but the juice I drank finally worked. I opened my eyes in a daze, and walked towards the bathroom.

Since my mind was completely blank and I was acting on instinct, I tripped over a sofa leg on the way and almost fell face down. Fortunately, I woke up in time and supported my upper body, otherwise there would be no need to quarrel. It can wake up Mr. directly.

Thanks to this fall, I was completely awake, otherwise I doubted whether I would come out and continued to lie down, completely forgetting that there was such a plan.

Cough, don't let Fenrir know about this.

After I came out, I first exchanged glances with Fenrir, who was lying on the ground without getting up or changing my posture, but opened his eyes and looked towards me. Then I yawned as if nothing had happened, and slowly returned to the In front of the sofa.

"What are you going to do next?"

When I was about to cover myself with the quilt, Fenrir spoke.

"The team of the fake brave has already gone to the Demon Realm, and you have seen all the people. The purpose of coming to Velesla has been completed, so are you going to continue some double travel with your husband?"

I paused for a moment, "It should be, but it seems that sir has something to do, and he may stay in Velez for a few days."

Fenrir stopped talking.

Although this is a step in the plan, I still feel uneasy because of this silence.

Remember, this is acting, just memorizing lines from a script, don't take it seriously.

After a while, I heard Fenrir's voice.

"I've been out for so long, I should go back."

"...Huh?" I showed a surprised expression.

Fenrir said, "I can take you with me if you want."

I subconsciously looked in the direction of Mr.

Although the moonlight shines into the room through the curtains, it is not possible to see nothing, but Mr. has the habit of sleeping with a blindfold, which directly covers most of his face, so it is difficult for me to see any changes in his expression.

"Do you have to go?" I asked, "Didn't we have a good time this time? Why do you want to go back all of a sudden?"

"You are the only one who is happy." Fenrir said unceremoniously, "Tell your conscience, do I look happy?"

I didn't know how to answer this question, so I tentatively replied: "Should?"

Fenrir gave me a mocking hehe.

"Is it because I haven't scolded you today that I feel uncomfortable? That's right, since you have your husband, how can you still see me?"

"Phil, are you jealous?" I couldn't help laughing, "Don't be angry, I still care about you, but I haven't seen Mr. for a long time, I'm inevitably a little, um... can't help it?"

"Bah! Who the hell is jealous! I hate sour things the most!"

Fenrir stood up angrily, lowered his voice and said, "I'll just ask you, I'm leaving tomorrow, will you follow me?"

"I--"

My mouth opened and closed, and I couldn't give an accurate answer for a long time.

"I knew it."

Fenrir laughed to himself.

"I'm afraid there is no one like your husband to you?"

"It's not like this..." I said without confidence, "Phil, you and your husband are very important to me, so...can you not leave?"

I cast an expectant look at Fenrir, but the latter ruthlessly broke my fantasy.

"No, yes, yes." Fenrir said word by word, "I or him, you can only choose one."

"I--"

I got stuck again, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on my forehead after a while.

Fenrir gave me a meaningful look.

"Remember, you only have one chance."

I very much suspect that Fenrir is taking the opportunity to retaliate against me, but I don't have evidence, and even if I have, I can't show it now.

I looked in the direction of Mr. again, and while observing his movements, I bit the bullet and continued to recite the lines.

"I, I still want to be with Mr...."

My voice became softer, mainly because Fenrir's eyes staring at me became more and more pervasive, even if it only appeared in the corner of my eye, I still realized what it feels like to stare like a torch.

This is acting!It's acting! !All I say now are lines!Don't take it seriously, Phil! ! !

I yelled frantically in my heart, but obviously Fenrir does not have the ability to read minds, and I do not have telepathy, so I could only silently bite my lower lip and accept the eye knife from Fenrir.

"Oh, is that so..." Fenrir said softly, "This is your answer? Don't you regret it?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"No regrets."

Fenrir laughed suddenly, and laughed louder and louder.

I hurriedly made a silent gesture to it, and said in an anxious tone, "Shh...be quiet, you will wake up the husband."

"So what if you wake up, wouldn't it be better to let him hear how loyal you are?"

Fenrir emphasized the word loyalty, and there were complex emotions in his eyes that I couldn't understand.

Looking at its overly realistic acting, I suddenly realized that acting in this play...actually hurt Fenrir a lot, right?

If this really happened, and it didn't intend to compromise, I might really give it up and choose Mr.

...No, it will definitely do so.

It is precisely because it knows how deep my feelings for my husband are that it keeps saying bad things about him in front of me, and wants me to see his 'true face'.

But Phil, that's my favorite husband, the one who appeared by my side when I needed it the most, and replaced my parents who went to heaven to accompany me to grow up.

I have sworn a long time ago that even if the whole world is against him, I will stand by his side, just as he supported me by my side in the past, even if it is the devil king.

"Phil." I called him helplessly, "Why do you hate Mister so much?"

"I know I've asked you this question many times, and I know how you're going to answer me next, but I still want to ask it once...can you really just tell me?"

Fenrir sneered, "When you know what he has done, you will hate him as much as I do."

I subconsciously looked back at Mr., and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"Phil..."

"Don't look at me like that. If you're curious about your husband's past, you can ask him yourself. I'm not in the mood to tell you stories."

I looked back and forth between Mr. and Fenrir a few times in embarrassment, and finally my eyes stayed on Mr. for a few seconds, and then slowly moved back to Fenrir.

"Phil, you are so stingy."

As if I had finally decided to give up, I snorted and said in a self-defeating manner: "Why do you have to keep a secret so tightly that even I can't tell it."

Fenrir sneered, "Then what do you think we are related to? Why should I risk my life to tell you what you cannot say?"

I froze for a moment, then frowned with dissatisfaction on my face.

"If you don't want to say it, why don't you say it? Why do you want to lie to me with this kind of thing?"

"How did I lie to you?"

"Why didn't you lie! Tell me what you say, and your life will be in danger... How is it possible! Mister won't hurt you, so is it possible that there will be God's punishment?"

"...Then how do you know that he won't kill me?"

A strange silence permeated the room. Although it was arranged in this way in the script, but...

My little heart oh please slow down, I'm going to have a heart attack any faster.

"...Because I like you very much, if you die, I will be very sad, sir will not do anything to make me sad."

Fenrir sneered, as if mocking my naivety.

"Don't talk too much, or your face will be swollen in the future. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Fenrir!" My voice finally became annoyed, "Mr. is not bad to you, is he? Why do you always have prejudice against him? I told you several times that he is really not a bad person." !"

"But you don't even know who he is, or even what his name is."

Fenrir's voice is very calm, but it makes people feel that a storm is about to come.

Why did you suddenly change the script?

Fenrir's improvisation made me feel overwhelmed for a moment, but I soon calmed down and answered his question.

"Of course I know what your name is!"

"Well, tell me, what's his name?"

I gave Fenrir a strange look, not understanding what it was holding on to.

Is it because I have always only called Mr. that you think I don't know Mr.'s name?

I hooked the corners of my lips helplessly, and whispered out a name.

I just watched the smile on Fenrir's face grow bigger and bigger, but the arc was a little distorted, as if trying hard to hold back the smile, but failed.

"Ha, I knew it."

Fenrir looked at me with sly eyes as if he had caught me, with the pride of finally winning the game, and then said in a tone that seemed to be sighing and pity.

"His name is not Arnold Adams."