Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

The stars are twinkling in the sky, and the full moon, arched by the stars, is mercifully spreading its soft light. The night sky is like satin inlaid with gems, so beautiful that it is dazzling.

Yan Wenmo let the cool night breeze gently brush her hair. She looked at the stars in the night sky and couldn't help humming a low song.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at Yan Wenmo in surprise as she was humming to herself. Seeing how she was obviously lonely but pretending to be calm, she remained silent. After Yan Wenmo paused, she asked hesitantly:

"Who are you singing this for?!"

Yan Wenmo blinked in disappointment, sighed, and then said with a look of regret:

"Xiao Feng, do you know? They have been away from me for thirteen years. It's been so long, so long... I'm almost used to the days without them."

Upon hearing "they", Xie Xiaofeng subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked curiously:

"Are you singing this for your parents?!"

Yan Wenmo nodded frankly and said in a trance:

"I don't know what happened, I kept dreaming about them recently?! I don't know if they missed me?! That's why they came to see me in my dream"

As she spoke, she looked at the sky with a lonely look, and spoke in an ethereal and ethereal tone:

"I heard that people will enter reincarnation ten years after death. I guess they are here to say goodbye to me."

She spoke with a sense of loss and sadness in her tone. Xie Xiaofeng looked at her and thought of those who had died in the Body-Building Sect. His expression also seemed a little lonely and sad.

The longing is silent, but it is deafening at this moment. They have all left and are in another world, but the longing is still there, still vivid in the memories.

So, let me remember you, remember you forever, and use my memory to prove the trace of your existence.

Yan Wenmo didn't know that on the back of the roof, Gu Hansheng was also lying on the roof looking at the stars. He drank the wine in the jar, one sip at a time, one jar at a time. It didn't seem like he was drinking, but more like he was venting.

Soon, his face turned red and his eyes became blurry. He squinted his eyes and looked at the double-imaged scenery, then put the wine jar aside in a decadent manner.

It seemed as if everything was out of control, and the development of all things was no longer what he expected. The most important thing was that his Shuang'er... was hiding from him.

Why was she hiding from him?! Was she blaming herself for letting the Demon Lord kill her parents, and blaming him for letting the Demon Lord destroy her entire clan?!

But, those were the people who hurt her, those were the people who forced her to die. She forgot, but I didn't forget, so she was angry and sulking, so she ignored me.

Gu Hansheng knew that he was deceiving himself, but other than that, he had no other way to make himself face the reality, the reality that Yan Wenmo did not love him.

He would rather believe that she was sulking, blaming himself, or being upset than to face the cold and hurtful thought that she didn't want him.

He didn't dare and wouldn't face it. He had endured the pain of being burned in fire for a thousand years, and the lover he waited for came back didn't love him. He really couldn't accept it.

Gu Hansheng staggered down from the roof and came to Yan Wenmo's door with ease. At this time, Yan Wenmo had just parted with Xie Xiaofeng and his head was still a little dizzy, when he was suddenly hugged by someone.

The one holding her was Gu Hansheng, who had just come down from the roof. At this moment, she was very close to him, so close that she could smell the alcohol on him and hear his breathing.

He stroked Yan Wenmo's neck with his face, his tone aggrieved and coquettish, and said softly:

"Shuang'er, my Shuang'er, my Shuang'er. I have been looking for you for so long, why... why don't you want me?!"

Yan Wenmo's whole body became stiff after being rubbed by his face. Listening to the hurt voice of the man beside her, she just wanted to escape.

Yan Wenmo was quite nervous. He swallowed his saliva, forced himself to calm down, and said softly:

"Gu Hansheng, you are drunk, you shouldn't be here"

"Then where should I be?! Shuang'er, I am your husband, where do you think I should be?!"

He touched Yan Wenmo's skin with his lips in a very ambiguous way, and the burning touch showed that the owner of the breath was not calm.

Yan Wenmo felt his scalp tingling as he looked at the two hands that were tightly locking his waist, and felt that he was extremely unlucky.

She just drank a little bit of wine, she really just drank a little bit of wine, why should she be punished like this, she doesn't deserve this.

"Gu Hansheng, calm down. You've been drinking. Yes, you...you've been drinking. Do you want to...do you want some sobering soup?"

Yan Wenmo said this in a panic. Her heart was beating very fast and she was a little upset. Why? Why did she have to face such an embarrassing situation at this moment?

But the man who was hugging her did not let go. Instead, he moved very close to her. He looked at Yan Wenmo gently and affectionately, his forehead resting against hers, and his hands began to become restless.

Yan Wenmo had no choice but to reach out and hold the man's moving hand tightly, but the man lifted him up and kissed the back of his hand in front of him. Although his lips touched the back of the hand, his eyes were staring at Yan Wenmo, as if staring at his prey.

This look is extremely dangerous. Of course it is dangerous. There is a fresh desire burning in it, so fresh that it is suffocating.

Yan Wenmo withdrew his hand without paying attention to her wishes. Seeing Yan Wenmo's resistance, Gu Hansheng was not annoyed. Instead, he reached out and touched her face. His eyes were lingering and blurred, and he whispered:

"Shuang'er, I'm your husband, why are you hiding from me?!"

His tone contained temptation, desire, unresistable power and stubbornness, as well as a subtle ruthlessness that did not want to let the prey escape.

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo's heart skipped a beat. She looked at Gu Hansheng in disbelief, at his face getting closer and closer and his hot breathing, and inexplicably wanted to run away.

She…she wasn’t ready to have a relationship with a stranger, let alone be involved in hobbies with someone she didn’t like.

She had a premonition that if she really had even the slightest connection with the other party, then she would be doomed in the future.

But the other person's face was getting closer and closer, but the other person's body size was very different from his own, and the other person's strength was not on the same level as his own.

Taking advantage of the other party's drunkenness, Yan Wenmo directly used his spiritual power to resist Gu Hansheng's approach, but the other party easily sealed his spiritual power and then pressed his hand on the door panel.

Turning his head away with great resistance, Yan Wenmo subconsciously wrinkled his face and shrank his whole body.

Who will tell her? What should she do in this situation?! How about trying the self-defense skills she learned before?!

As she thought about this, the hot breath got closer and closer. Yan Wenmo felt goosebumps all over her body. In order to protect herself, she simply bent her knees.

But before she could deliver that nearly fatal kick, she heard a "bang" in her ear, and then Gu Hansheng's figure shook and he fainted.

When the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard, Yan Wenmo subconsciously opened her eyes. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Wenbai, who was holding a huge rock in his hand, panting with exhaustion, his face full of fear and terror.

Jiang Wenbai also knew that he was impulsive. He knew that the other party was stronger than him. He knew that if he took action, the other party might kill him. He knew that it would only take a flick of the finger for the other party to kill him.

But the person who was bullied was Thirteen, his fiancée, the person who had been with him for more than ten years. How could he turn a blind eye? How could he ignore it?

Without further ado, Jiang Wenbai threw away the stone in his hand and hugged Yan Wenmo in his arms.

He held Yan Wenmo's neck with one hand and her waist with the other. His heart was beating wildly. His tone was not calm either. Instead, it had a hint of tears and was full of fear and terror.

"It's okay, Thirteen, it's okay, don't be afraid, I'm coming, I'm coming"

His voice was very low and his body was shaking badly. Although Yan Wenmo didn't see his face, he thought that his expression must be sad.