The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng couldn't answer, nor did she intend to resist.

Wen Zhi carried her in his arms and easily carried her to the living room sofa.

Wen Yisheng was still restless. It was really hot, and the temperature inside the room was high. She was wearing a pink and white knitted cardigan over a pure white camisole.

"I have a fever... Help me..."

Wen Zhi's body temperature was high, her eyes were half-open and hazy, and she murmured softly, wanting only to stay far away from him.

"Help……"

Wen Zhi frowned slightly, turned his head, and his face was still slapped by her soft, boneless arm. He said in a low voice, "...Don't move around, be good."

He sat down on the sofa, and Wen Yisheng sat across his lap.

Wen Zhi pressed down on her shoulder from behind with one hand and picked up the remote control with the other.

The TV was playing a variety show. Wen Zhi turned it off and switched to a soothing and beautiful instrumental piece. The atmosphere in the room instantly changed, and he casually tossed the remote control aside.

The night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows drew out countless streaks of light, and fireworks soared into the sky, bursting into countless golden sparks.

Against this backdrop, the dazzling world outside the window seems to become a mere background.

"Who am I?" Wen Zhi placed her on the sofa, then turned over, trapping her between himself and the sofa, his gaze intense.

Wen Yisheng squinted her red eyes, her knitted cardigan already disheveled from rubbing it.

"Go away..." She frowned her delicate brows and choked back tears.

She punched him lightly with her little fist.

She thought it was the bad dog from her dream coming to bite her again.

Wen Yisheng's nonchalant response, seemingly coy yet inviting, stirred his heart.

Wen Zhi held her hand and gently bit it: "I'm not leaving."

Wen Zhi arched his back and cupped her face in his hands.

"Ah Sheng, baby..."

She suddenly reached out and shoved Wen Zhi: "You bad...dog!"

Wen Zhi was completely caught off guard by her sudden action and was pushed to the ground with a thud, landing hard on the carpet.

He was taken aback, then leaned back with his hands supporting him, and laughed with his eyes downcast.

Only then did he notice that Wen Yisheng had been calling him...bad dog?

"Who's the bad dog?" He didn't stand up, but tilted his head and asked her with a smile.

Wen Yisheng slightly opened her eyes, gazing hazily at a point in mid-air. Her pink lips pursed slightly as she murmured indistinctly, "Zhizhi, bad dog... bite people..."

The little girl was completely drunk, her eyes and cheeks were flushed, and her pouting lips made her look like a wronged little puppy.

Wen Zhi was both amused and exasperated; he roughly understood.

Wen Yisheng had told him before that she had once dreamed of him as a bad dog.

Wen Zhixin was completely charmed; Ah Sheng was so adorable. He softened his voice and asked, "How did that bad dog bite you?"

Wen Yisheng squinted, remaining silent for a long time as if asleep, then suddenly pulled at her cardigan, pouting and muttering, "It's so hot."

Wen Zhi's pupils dilated instantly.

With difficulty, he turned his head to look elsewhere.

"Put your coat on." Wen Zhi gritted his teeth, even uttering such words.

It wasn't that he shouldn't look, but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist pouncing on her and making this drunken, innocent, and charming little cutie cry.

Wen Yisheng snorted lightly, as if she was unhappy, and casually threw down the cardigan.

The next moment, the pink and white knitted sweater floated down and landed right on Wen Zhi's head.

"..." The scent of soap mixed with a hint of sweet fragrance unique to young girls filled his nostrils.

Wen Zhi froze, his breath filled with her scent, making his scalp tingle and his reason falter instantly.

"Wen, Yi, Sheng." He gritted his teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

He seemed angry, yet desperately suppressing something, and unusually, he called her by her full name, each word hoarse.

Wen Zhi raised his hand and pulled the cardigan off his head, making his smooth short hair look slightly messy after being messed up.

"Don't push me any further, or I don't know what I'll do to you..."

As soon as his vision cleared, before Wen Zhi could even get up, someone swayed and shoved him.

"..." Wen Zhi paused, supporting his upper body with his hand, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably as they pressed against the carpet.

"What are you doing?" he asked calmly in a low voice, his light-colored eyes fixed on Wen Yisheng with undisguised greed.

Wen Yisheng's eyes were red from being drunk, and she weakly reached out to push his shoulder.

The force was very light and had no offensive power, but Wen Zhi... suddenly seemed to be possessed by a sickly beauty.

She pushed him so hard he lay flat on the carpet.

He lay there looking up at her, innocent yet extremely agitated, asking, "Why did you push me?"

Wen Yisheng lowered her body, like a little puppy that had been drinking, opened her mouth, and bit Wen Zhi's left cheek.

"...Hmm." It hurt from being bitten.

But his expression suggested he wanted to do it again.

"This bad dog... it bit me like this." Wen Yisheng murmured aggrievedly as she bit the dog.

She seems to have mistaken Wen Zhi for the bad dog in her dream.

The opportunity to retaliate has arrived.

In the dream, the bad dog was like someone with rabies, who, despite being a dog himself, locked her, his owner, in a cage and wouldn't let her go out.

The bad dog stood guard outside her cage, pacing back and forth warily.

She must not be allowed to escape the cage, or I will bar my teeth and bite her fiercely.

Wen Yisheng is traumatized by being bitten in her dream and now truly sees Wen Zhi as that bad dog and is determined to take revenge.

Wen Zhi couldn't help but reach out to support her waist, his gaze following her intently: "And... how did you bite me?"

"Like this." He bit his chin.

"Like this..." (a lip gesture).

"Like this." (Ear)

Wen Yisheng was really biting, and with considerable force, and because she had good teeth, each bite left a ring of teeth marks.

Wen Zhi understood this at that moment.

His eyes were a little vacant, as if he were lost in thought.

He murmured, "God, are you tempting me to commit a crime...?"

Wen Yisheng's biting force gradually weakened, and then she stopped biting altogether, her delicate brows furrowed and her face flushed.

Wen Zhi snapped out of his daze. "What's wrong? Keep biting me."

He pointed to his lean shoulder: "You can bite here too."

"My tooth... hurts." Wen Yisheng murmured drowsily, her head hitting his chin with a thud, and she fell asleep.

"..." Wen Zhi paused for a moment, then laughed, gently rubbing his chin against the top of her head.