The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

From that day on, Wen Zhaoyue gained a new title in addition to "Little Devil".

A brother-protecting maniac.

This title didn't come for nothing.

She would be the first to object if anyone dared to upset Wen Yan.

Whether it's someone making sarcastic remarks in class about him being a "young master picked up halfway through life," or someone deliberately ostracizing him during breaks to prevent him from participating in activities, Wen Zhaoyue can always be the first to arrive at the scene, standing with her hands on her hips and silencing the person. Sometimes she even takes physical action, scaring those people away from her.

Jiang Shubai grumbled sourly, "Wenwen, why aren't you this nice to me?"

Wen Zhaoyue rolled her eyes at him: "You're so thick-skinned, how dare you compare yourself to Ayan?"

Jiang Shubai:...

This powerful and influential woman, who commands respect and commands respect outside, always speaks softly and gently to Wen Yan when she returns home.

This protection lasted for six years.

Over the course of six years, Wen Yan grew from a thin, pale little boy into a handsome and upright young man.

He was always first in his grade, was gentle and polite in his dealings with others, and his smile was like a spring breeze. He was the universally recognized "other people's child" in the Beijing circle.

Everyone says the Wen family is very lucky to have adopted such an outstanding son.

Wen Zhaoyue has grown into a bright and generous woman, with a captivating charm that is hard to look away from.

If it weren't for the poison in her words, she would probably be every boy's dream girl.

She has always kept her promise: Wen Yan is her younger brother, and she will protect him for the rest of her life.

To outsiders, Wen Yan is gentle, composed, and a refined gentleman.

But only Wen Zhaoyue knew that he would occasionally reveal that timid appearance in private.

When I have a nightmare, when I'm sick with a fever, or when she accidentally says something harsh to me.

Those eyes were slightly red. When she gently called out "Sister," all her temper vanished. She could only pull her into her arms and pat her back to comfort her for a long time.

Wen Yan enjoyed all of this with a clear conscience.

He accepted her care, her protection, and her gentleness without question.

Like a spoiled younger brother, he feels that it is only natural for his older sister to be good to him.

He didn't even realize when this dependence began to turn sour.

People who mature early often mature late in certain areas.

Wen Yan doesn't know when it started, but whenever he sees Wen Zhaoyue smiling radiantly at another man, an indescribable feeling wells up inside him.

It wasn't anger, nor resentment, but something deeper, darker, something he himself didn't want to think about in detail.

He didn't even realize that this emotion had quietly taken root in his heart, sprouted, and twined into a vine.

It's just waiting for the right moment to break through the soil completely.

Soon, the time came.

Three days after the college entrance examination, Shenghua High School held a graduation party at the most prestigious InterContinental Hotel in the city.

When Wen Zhaoyue appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall, the previously noisy hall suddenly fell silent for a moment.

She wore a purple evening gown, the satin material shimmering softly under the lights.

The skirt hugged her slender waistline and then flared out gently at the hem, rippling with her every step.

The off-shoulder design revealed her delicate collarbone and shoulder line, and her swan-like neck was simply adorned with a thin diamond necklace, which made her skin appear even whiter and more like jade.

She raised her chin, her eye makeup slightly upturned, and a half-smile playing on her lips. She resembled a violet blooming in the night, bright, proud, and with a touch of nonchalant aloofness.

Everyone was stunned.

Wen Yan stood in the crowd and couldn't see anything.

All that remained in my field of vision was that purple figure.

She walked towards him through the crowd, her skirt gently brushing the ground, each step feeling like it was treading on his heart.

My heart was pounding so fast it was frightening, each beat pounding against my chest, almost bursting out of my body.

My ears started burning hot, and the heat spread to my cheeks, making it hard to breathe.

Wen Zhaoyue walked up to him with a wine glass in hand. Seeing his dazed expression, she reached out and touched his face. Her palm was burning hot, and she couldn't help but frown.

"Ayan, what's wrong? Your face is so red, are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, his lips moved, and his voice was so dry it sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat.

"No...it's nothing."

Her face turned even redder, the redness spreading all the way to the roots of her neck.

Wen Yu leaned against a nearby pillar, taking in the entire scene.

He held his wine glass, saying nothing, but raised an eyebrow slightly and raised his glass to Wen Zhaoyue, "You look presentable today."

Wen Zhaoyue rolled her eyes at him, opened her mouth to retort, but swallowed the words back.

She caught a glimpse of the lingering weariness in Wen Yu's eyes, and remembered that his crush's family had recently encountered some trouble, and he had been gloomy these past few days. So she gave up the idea of ​​arguing, and just snorted irritably.

Jiang Shubai exclaimed with his mouth agape, "Wow, this is the first time I've ever felt this directly, Wenwen, you've really grown up to be beautiful."

Wen Zhaoyue looked pleased, raised her chin even higher, and patted his shoulder triumphantly.

"Now you know how beautiful I am, right? Growing up with me is your blessing, you know?"

"Come on, you're getting all worked up just from a couple of compliments—"

The two of them started bickering back and forth. Wen Yan stood aside, watching their intimate and affectionate interactions, and the habitual smile on her lips faded away without her noticing.

It's an eyesore.

It's such an eyesore.

He lowered his eyes, his fingers gently stroking the rim of the wine glass. His face remained gentle, but a dark undercurrent was surging in his eyes.

Even worse things are yet to come.

After the dance began, one boy after another came up to Wen Zhaoyue with wine glasses, inviting her to dance.

Wen Zhaoyue patiently rejected several people, but some were persistent and shamelessly kept coming up to her.

She was extremely annoyed. Her gaze swept across the entire room, finally landing on Wen Yan, and her eyes lit up.

"Ayan, come here."

She grabbed Wen Yan's hand and pulled him towards the center of the dance floor. "Dance with me, so we won't be bothered by those flies anymore."

Before Wen Yan could react, his hand was already on her waist.

His palm touched the thin satin fabric, beneath which lay a soft, warm body. His fingertips felt as if they had been burned, and his whole body froze.

So soft.

It smells good.

It drifted gently from her hair, neck, and skirt, into his nostrils, and lingered in his consciousness, leaving his mind blank.

He followed her steps in a daze, moving his feet mechanically and missing several beats.

Wen Zhaoyue couldn't help but laugh out loud, poking his forehead. "Silly boy, you've forgotten how to dance? Didn't I teach you before?"

As she spoke, her lips opened and closed, the light falling on them, giving them a faint rose-colored sheen.

Wen Yan's gaze was fixed on her face, his mind completely blank.

My sister's mouth...

They look very friendly.

The thought popped up abruptly, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

He snapped back to his senses, his heart pounding like a drum, the redness from his ears spreading across his entire face, and even his breathing becoming erratic.

Wen Zhaoyue was still rambling on and on, scolding him for being absent-minded, but he couldn't hear a single word she said.

Those eyes, that face, that lip color.

The moment the purple skirt swirled open, he heard something inside him collapse with a crash.