Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Yan Wenmo was in a very good mood today, really very good, very, very good, it couldn't be better.

It has been twelve years, eleven months and ten days since the Yan family was wiped out. It feels like a long time.

It was so long that a newborn baby grew into a teenager, so long that the planted saplings grew into towering trees, so long that Yan Wenmo almost forgot what happiness was.

Before the Yan family was wiped out, everything was perfect and it was easy to be happy.

Happiness is the cake specially made by mother, happiness is the dress given by father, happiness is the family outing in the suburbs, happiness is the earnest advice and full expectations of parents and elders.

But all of this was destroyed overnight, completely changed beyond recognition, and we can never go back to those leisurely and happy days.

How could I get used to it?! From a well-fed and well-dressed lady, I became a homeless dog who was in a state of panic all day long; from a pearl in someone's hand who was treated tenderly, I became a fish eye that was casually discarded on the street.

Jiang Wenbai could still cry in his dreams, after all, he was just an adult, but Yan Wenmo was no longer at the age of crying and couldn't even shed tears.

There is no way to let it go, but you still have to accept it. This is the life of an adult, this is the quality of an adult.

Accept all unexpected events, accept all critical blows given by fate, swallow all the bitter fruits, and move forward with everything on your back.

Tears cannot remain on your face. You can shed them in your heart but not on your face. The tears of adults are the least valuable and most easily looked down upon things.

So Yan Wenmo didn't cry or say anything. She didn't need sympathy, nor did she want anyone's sympathy, and she didn't want to be saved or protected by anyone. She was an adult and could do anything she wanted to do. She always believed that.

And now, she really did it. She endured the long and difficult nights, the long years, all the hardships and grievances, and finally waited for the day when the boat had passed through thousands of mountains.

As long as the Demon Lord is killed and revenge is successful, everything can be turned over. It will be another life, a free life without carrying hatred.

She no longer had to work as a small servant in the Haotian Sect for the sake of a piece of ancient demon god's remains, and she had to worry about whether people would find out that she was there to steal the demon bone.

She didn't have to go to great lengths to make a name for herself in order to sneak into the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, so as to attract the attention of the Demon Lord and have him capture her and humiliate her.

(There are only two entrances to the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, one is the entrance to the forbidden land of the Demon Sect, and the other is the Eighteen Cities. Yan Wenmo is too weak to take these two routes, so she has no choice)

She doesn't have to compromise and just stay alive, but she can take pleasure in revenge, be a free and easy monk, and be the strongest person in the world.

Her life could finally... turn the page. She could take a break, stop pushing herself, accept the pain, accommodate the pain, digest the pain. Everything was finally over.

Humming a long-lost tune, Yan Wenmo changed into a plain white dress, and put on her makeup in front of the mirror. Looking at Yan Qingshuang's face in the mirror, she smiled with relief.

It’s great, it’s over, it’s great, I really did it, it’s great, I really did it.

Mom and Dad, dear father and mother, I really, really did it. I have become strong. I can protect myself and kill my enemies with my own hands. I really... really did it.

But why did she shed tears? Was it because she was sad? Maybe. It was really painful along the way. She almost couldn't stand it several times. But fortunately, she was still the good girl who refused to give up no matter what situation she was in.

She is really great, great, very great. Thinking of this, Yan Wenmo subconsciously wiped away his tears and muttered:

"How can you cry?! Today is a good day, how can you cry?! How can you... cry?!"

But she really wanted to cry, so her tears kept coming out more and more. It was so painful, so uncomfortable, so scared, and so hard. Every step she took was so painful.

At this moment, Yan Wenmo was suddenly hugged by someone. She was frightened by this sudden change. Before she could react, she heard the man's gentle voice:

"Thirteen, don't cry, I'm here"

It's Jiang Wenbai, when did he come?! Inexplicably, Yan Wenmo thought of this sentence.

She subconsciously stopped feeling sour and was about to say something, but Jiang Wenbai let go of his arms around her body and looked at her face tenderly and lovingly.

He reached out and touched the side of her face. Yan Wenmo subconsciously wanted to hide, but Jiang Wenbai held her face forcefully. His fingers stroked the skin on her cheek, while his eyes carefully traced and carved every inch of her face.

Yan Wenmo looked at Jiang Wenbai helplessly and wanted to push him away, but his gaze stopped at his lips, his eyes were deep.

Subconsciously, Jiang Wenbai wanted to get closer, and subconsciously, Yan Wenmo wanted to escape.

She didn't like the feeling of being restrained, and always felt that she was not very free, but Jiang Wenbai put one hand behind her head and held her body with the other hand, trapping her in his arms and making her unable to break free.

His eyes clearly reflected a gentle light, and he slowly but stubbornly moved his lips closer. The ambiguous breathing and soft touch seemed extremely presumptuous at this moment. Yan Wenmo looked at him in panic, but was kissed even more deeply.

Almost unable to breathe, Yan Wenmo subconsciously began to push him away, but Jiang Wenbai moved closer and closer. He directly grabbed Yan Wenmo's restless hands and pressed her into his arms.

He made her entangled with him, made her lose herself in love with him, and made her indulge in the momentary pleasure, unable to recover for a long time.

After a long, long time, Jiang Wenbai finally let go of Yan Wenmo. His breathing was heavy, and his lips spread along his neck. He could feel the person he touched trembling and fear, like food caught by a wild beast, and he was the predator.

The wet and sticky touch meandered down from the neck, then to the collarbone, and even... Yan Wenmo directly reached out and pinched his jaw. Jiang Wenbai looked at her helplessly and dotingly, and asked softly:

“Is it still not enough??”

Yan Wenmo lowered her eyes and said nothing, her expression still somewhat stubborn. Jiang Wenbai sighed, gave up his move to use his teeth to untie the ties of Yan Wenmo's dress, took a deep breath, and then hugged her, saying sadly:

"It's okay, I can wait. We are husband and wife anyway, you can't always reject me."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and bit Yan Wenmo's shoulder. The pain on his shoulder made Yan Wenmo flinch and he whispered:

"Is that all right?"

Jiang Wenbai didn't say anything, and no one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he raised his eyes and said half seriously and half jokingly:

"After this matter is resolved, you have to marry me. Don't forget, in Dreamweaver City, I am..."

In response to Jiang Wenbai's remarks, Yan Wenmo looked at him unhappily and asked:

"Didn't you say you wouldn't use moral blackmail?!"

Jiang Wenbai was silent for two seconds, and then spoke without any burden:

“I regret it”

Yan Wenmo rolled her eyes at his words and curled her lips in disgust. Seeing her like this, Jiang Wenbai coughed lightly with an awkward look on his face before asking:

“When do we leave?!”

Yan Wenmo pulled away his hands that were clinging to her body and said unhappily:

"Of course now, the sooner the better"

Jiang Wenbai looked at her face after hearing this, and was silent for a moment before he suggested to himself:

"The Demon Lord is in danger, leave it to me, and you... go find other people?"