The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

oh oh oh~

"Not yet" is a tacit admission that the two are having an ambiguous relationship and are very close to dating...

Otherwise, the other person wouldn't have gone out of their way to pick the girl up after class!

Hearing the noise, Wen Zhi looked up at the corridor he always passed through after class, his gaze sweeping over the people in the corridor as if he were looking for someone.

Amidst the meaningful cheers of her friends, Zhong Yue'er became increasingly convinced that Wen Zhi had come to wait for her.

Suppressing her excitement, she walked over amidst the envious gazes of those around her and greeted them generously: "Wen Zhi? It really is you."

Wen Zhi stood up, a faint smile playing on his lips, clearly recognizing Zhong Yue'er: "Have you finished class?"

Zhong Yue'er nodded, a little nervous and shy, and asked softly, "Um, why did you come to find me..."

But she noticed that Wen Zhi's gaze wasn't on her; instead, he was looking down into the corridor behind her.

Her heart sank, and her smile stiffened slightly: "What are you doing here? Are you waiting for someone?"

"I've come to pick up a younger sister," Wen Zhi replied softly, but seemed somewhat absent-minded.

"..."

Zhong Yue'er bit her lip awkwardly, feeling the mocking glances from the girls around her.

Gu Xuan chuckled and rolled her eyes at Zhong Yue'er, "She's so narcissistic, I feel embarrassed for her." She whispered and teased a few girls, then blushed slightly when she saw Wen Zhi and walked away.

Zhong Yue'er heard it clearly, and her face turned a little pale.

Wen Zhi remained expressionless, gazing down the corridor as if he hadn't heard the girls' chatter.

"But most of the students have left, hasn't your sister come out yet?" Zhong Yue'er suddenly realized that he was there to pick up his sister, not his girlfriend, and her expression returned to normal.

Zhong Yue'er: "Which dance studio is your sister in? Let me help you find her."

Wen Zhi looked down into the corridor, smiled, and said, "No need, my sister is a bit shy. I'll wait here a little longer."

Zhong Yue'er was taken aback, feeling something was off but nervously trying to figure out what was wrong. "Then I'll go first...?"

Wen Zhi nodded politely and remained silent.

Zhong Yue'er tightened her grip on her bag, then turned and walked away, somewhat dejected.

As she absentmindedly walked out of the studio, Zhong Yue'er suddenly realized what had been strange when she saw the luxury car that had come to pick her up from home.

That's too ambiguous!

When Wen Zhi said his younger sister was rather shy, his tone was filled with an ambiguous and sensual feeling that made people blush and their hearts race. Instead of calling her his younger sister, it was more like saying he was a... lover.

A playful nickname!

Then I realized I was overthinking it; after all, that was Wen Zhi!

The rear window of the Zhong family's car slowly rolled down, revealing the calm and aloof profile of the young man: "What are you doing standing by the roadside? Get in the car."

Upon seeing Zhong Xu in the car, Zhong Yue'er called out in a clear and sweet voice, "Brother, why did you come to pick me up?"

Zhong Xu had a cold appearance, and his whole being was surrounded by an aura of aloofness and coldness, like that of a solitary pine tree.

He glanced at Zhong Yue'er, his cold eyes flickering almost imperceptibly, his expression softening slightly: "Yes, I'll take you to eat."

Zhong Yue'er looked delighted, but then, remembering something, she pouted and her face fell.

She sadly counted on her fingers, then turned and jogged back to the studio, waving to Zhong Xu as she said, "Brother, wait for me a moment! I left something in the dance studio and forgot to get it. I'll be right back!"

Zhong Xu got out of the car, watched her graceful figure run away, and then glanced at the car parked on the side of the road not far away.

It's Wen's car.

The boy's brows furrowed, and his expression grew even colder.

*

All the students had left the studio, leaving the bright corridor empty and quiet, but Wen Yisheng was still nowhere to be seen.

Strangely, Wen Zhi walked down the corridor with a detached and emotionless expression.

Wen Zhi searched around and stopped in front of a dance studio with the door slightly ajar, then slowly walked in.

Then he saw it: Wen Yisheng.

The girl was nowhere to be seen after class; it turned out she was training diligently.

A girl in a light-colored leotard is stretching her legs, one leg resting on the barre, her body outstretched, her slender legs encased in pure white tights.

The leotard accentuated her delicate waistline, and its open back revealed her snow-white, bony shoulder blades and swan-like arms, her skin seemingly adorned with light.

Hold.

This sacred and pure scene, in Wen Zhi's eyes, was a forbidden temptation that led him to hell and to commit sins.

His body temperature was rising, his heartbeat became irregular and frantic, and a strange and intense burning emotion spread through his body like an electric shock, causing numbness and trembling.

Compared to cutting into flesh and blood with a scalpel, using exquisite knife skills and perfect technique to create lifelike and exquisite specimens from corpses—

The pleasure will be a hundred times more intense!!

Wen Zhi never considered himself a pervert; he was perfectly normal. It was this mad society that was dark and twisted. But at this moment, he admitted that his soul had indeed lost control a tiny bit.

Want to go up.

Wen Zhi was surrounded by too many women. He maintained a gentle demeanor towards everyone around him, while also feeling a strong aversion to girls who tried to get close to him.

He finds all physical contact repulsive and disgusting; beneath his refined and polite exterior lies an almost pathological obsessive-compulsive coldness.

But now, he wants to sleep with her. Wen Yisheng.

Moral judgment standards never affected Wen Zhi in the slightest. If he wanted something, he wanted it; he had to get it, no matter the means.

After stretching her legs, Wen Yisheng lightly held onto the handles and began to practice her ankle strength by standing on her tiptoes. She was facing away from the door, so she was completely unaware of the boy's extremely crazy gaze.

After she finished doing this, she turned to face the doorway and saw Wen Zhi.

She was stunned, completely taken aback: "Why are you here?"

Wen Zhi was always good at hiding his emotions. Even when his inner desires were about to burst forth, he still wore a gentle smile.

"I had some business to attend to nearby at noon, and since it was on my way, I came to pick you up so the driver wouldn't have to make an extra trip." His voice was gentle and honest, which made him completely trustworthy.

He continued, "It's been half an hour since get out of class ended and I didn't see you come out, so I was a little worried and came to look for you."

Wen Yisheng was a little embarrassed: "Sorry, I got so engrossed in practicing that I lost track of time."

She suddenly noticed that she was wearing a backless leotard. It was just an ordinary outfit for dance practice, and Wen Zhi's gaze had always been clear and clean, but she inexplicably had a sense of panic as if he had stripped her naked and was staring at her directly.

Wen Yisheng felt uneasy. She picked up her water glass, gently protected her chest, and walked past him out of the dance studio. "I'm going to change my clothes."

Wen Zhi watched her fleeing figure and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He stopped, turned around and looked at the huge wall mirror in the dance studio. The boy in the mirror had a smile in his eyes, and was so gentle and handsome that it was unbelievable.

The boy in the mirror gradually straightened his lips, and the empty environment became eerie. Was his smile not genuine enough?

Why is Wen Yisheng afraid of him?

/

Wen Yisheng changed her clothes, slung her canvas backpack over her shoulder, and walked out of the changing room. She immediately saw the boy waiting outside.

Seeing her come out, Wen Zhi straightened up. "Let's go." He glanced at the bag on her shoulder, reached out, and smiled slightly. "Practicing dance must be tiring. Let me help you carry it..."

Wen Yisheng quickly stepped aside, lowered her head slightly, and walked ahead, saying in a very soft voice, "No need, let's go."

"..." Wen Zhi withdrew his hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, raised an eyebrow and smiled, but his eyes were indifferent.

It's okay, no rush, he's very patient.