In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Wang Yuechan's thoughts were in a mess. She thought of her father, the hero who once protected her from the wind and rain, but now had left her.

Her heart was filled with hatred, and her hatred for Li Zimo was like a blazing flame that could not be extinguished.

However, this hatred could only burn silently in her heart, because she knew that she could not change the status quo, nor could she avenge her father.

Tears welled up in her eyes but never fell.

She told herself to be strong, to live, and to find an opportunity to break the soul contract that bound her.

However, at this moment, she only felt so small and powerless, as if the whole world was against her.

As the dance ended, Wang Yuechan's body finally got a moment of relaxation.

She lowered her head, not daring to look into Li Zimo's eyes, for fear that her hatred would be revealed.

She was silently adjusting the veil, but she was thinking about her next plan in her mind.

She knew that she couldn't go on like this and had to find a way to escape this predicament.

But Li Zimo's gentle and magnetic voice sounded again, but now it sounded like a devil:

"Yuechan, come into my arms."

Wang Yuechan's body trembled slightly, and the disgust in her heart was like a surging wave, but she still couldn't help but respond gently:

"Yes, son."

She stood up slowly, her posture graceful but somewhat stiff, her legs long and straight, her steps light but revealing her reluctance.

She walked up to Li Zimo. Although she resisted in her heart, her hands involuntarily wrapped around his neck and her body sat in his arms.

A gentle smile bloomed on her face, but hidden behind that smile was deep humiliation and unwillingness.

Li Zimo's hands gently wrapped around her waist, feeling the slender and soft touch, he whispered:

"Yuechan, do you like me?"

Wang Yuechan's body stiffened slightly, but she couldn't help but answer in a gentle voice:

"Yes, Yuechan naturally likes you."

However, deep in her heart, she was cursing madly:

"I like you, you big-headed ghost! You thief, you pervert and scumbag, don't fall into my hands, or I will make you wish you were dead!"

Li Zimo didn't seem to notice her inner struggle. He smiled slightly and continued:

"Yuechan, kiss me."

These words hit Wang Yuechan's heart like a heavy hammer. Her inner resistance reached its peak, but her body seemed to be bound by invisible chains and she could not move.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if telling of her inner pain and helplessness.

Then, she slowly and gently kissed Li Zimo's lips.

Li Zimo also responded to her kiss gently, but there was a complicated light in his eyes.

Wang Yuechan's body trembled slightly in his arms. She felt as if she was torn into two halves: one half was catering to him, and the other half was desperately trying to break free.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she finally forced herself to hold them back.

She knew that she could not show weakness at this time, otherwise she would completely lose the opportunity to resist.

At this moment, she felt as if she was imprisoned in an inescapable cage. The double torture of body and mind almost made her collapse.

Just as the two were immersed in the gentle atmosphere of the kiss, the sudden appearance of Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi was like a breeze, blowing away the momentary tranquility.

Their eyes widened, their surprise was beyond words, and they quickly covered their mouths with their hands, fearing that any noise would disturb the scene before them.

Li Zimo sensed the change in the atmosphere and slowly let go of Wang Yuechan. He turned to look at the two women, with a hint of doubt in his tone:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Wang Yuechan's eyes were still a little blurry, and the blush on her cheeks was as brilliant as the sunset.

She had just come back to her senses from the sudden kiss when she saw Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi suddenly appear. This made her feel deeply shy in an instant, followed by the embarrassment of being caught.

What made it even harder for her to accept was that she had just been immersed in a kiss with the murderer of her father.

This self-loathing and resentment made her feel ashamed, and she could only helplessly hug Li Zimo's neck and bury her face in his chest, as if she could escape everything in this way.

Upon seeing this, Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi quickly knelt down and saluted, their voices filled with anxiety:

"Sir, we didn't mean to disturb you. Someone is out there seeking revenge and is attacking the defensive formation."

Li Zimo frowned slightly when he heard this. He really didn't expect something like this to happen:

"Seeking revenge? I haven't had any grudges with anyone recently, so why would an enemy suddenly come to my door?"

Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi looked at each other, embarrassed expressions on their faces, but did not say much.

When Wang Yuechan heard the word "revenge", her heart was shocked, and her shyness and embarrassment were instantly replaced by a strong emotion.

She suddenly raised her head and broke free from Li Zimo's warm embrace, her face slightly flushed with excitement.

This time, she might really find an opportunity to avenge her dead father through the help of others.

Seeing this, Li Zimo sighed softly. He seemed to see through Wang Yuechan's thoughts and understood that he was about to face an unknown challenge.

He said with a firm look in his eyes and a calm tone:

"Come on, let's go take a look."

After saying that, he stretched out his arms again, gently picked up Wang Yuechan, and prepared to go to the gate together.

Wang Yuechan felt the warmth and strength of Li Zimo, and the excitement in her heart gradually faded away, replaced by a hint of shyness.

She said softly:

"Sir, can you please let Yuechan down?"

The voice was as thin as a mosquito, but full of requests.

Li Zimo smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes:

"I saw you hugged me so tightly just now, I thought you didn't want to get down."

His tone was relaxed, yet with a hint of doting, which made Wang Yuechan's cheeks even redder.

"No way, the young master will bully me."

Wang Yuechan said coquettishly, and then asked seriously,

"Can you put me down?"

Li Zimo nodded and gently put Wang Yuechan down.

After Wang Yuechan stood firm, she quickly ran to the side, but her eyes never left Li Zimo. She maintained a proper distance, not wanting to be too far away, nor too close.

Seeing this, Li Zimo said nothing more, turned around and went downstairs towards the door.

His steps were steady and powerful, revealing an unquestionable determination.

Wang Yuechan followed Li Zimo, walking briskly but keeping a certain distance.

Her eyes kept glancing out the door, feeling both anticipation and nervousness.

She knew that this matter might be far more complicated than she had imagined, but she also understood that this was a rare opportunity for her to avenge herself and her father.

As the two gradually approached the gate, the so-called "enemies" outside the gate gradually came into view.

Some of them were holding weapons, and some had unfriendly expressions, and it was obvious that they had no good intentions.

But Wang Yuechan did not back down. She clenched her fists tightly, silently chanted her father's name in her heart, and prayed secretly that she would get revenge this time.