The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Lu Zhizhou's birthday falls during the National Day holiday.

The last time Wen Yisheng gave him a cheap keychain, which Ye Hehua bought, Wen Yisheng remembered it and felt quite embarrassed.

This time she wanted to give a proper gift, but after thinking it over, she realized that a young master like Lu Zhizhou had everything he needed.

She decided to make some cranberry cookies herself as a birthday gift.

Wen Yisheng's cooking skills aren't great, but she does have a knack for making cookies.

The kitchen has all kinds of baking tools and ingredients, and Wen Zhi often makes pastries for her.

After taking a shower, Wen Zhi came out of the bathroom, dried his hair with a towel, glanced around the living room but didn't see anyone, frowned slightly, and when he heard a noise, he went to the kitchen and saw Wen Yisheng busy at the counter.

His gloomy expression softened. He walked over, bent down, and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder: "What are you doing?"

Wen Yisheng shuddered, her heart leaping in fright, her shoulders hunching: "Make... cookies."

He often does this; he'll suddenly hug her, and if Wen Yisheng objects, he'll look very puzzled.

What's wrong with my brother giving me a hug? Why such a big reaction?

Wen Yisheng was gradually becoming confused by his almost brainwashing fallacies.

"Did Ah Sheng make this for her brother?" Wen Zhi's breath was soft and close to her ear.

He had just finished showering, and the ends of his hair were still damp and cool, brushing against her delicate skin.

Wen Yisheng turned her head away uncomfortably: "It's a birthday present for Lu Zhizhou. But I made a lot, so you can have some first and save some for him."

Hearing this, Wen Zhi's displeasure gradually subsided.

He held her, turned her around, and faced her.

"Sheng, would you like to help your brother dry his hair?" Wen Zhi murmured gently, as if being pleaded with a child.

He spoke in a gentle, pleading tone, but in fact, he did not allow for refusal.

"Hmm." Wen Yisheng reached out, took the white towel, covered his soft hair, and carefully wiped it.

Wen Zhi stared intently at her features, his pale eyes deep and dark.

I really want to kiss.

bite.

lick.

Eat it.

"Mmm..." Wen Yisheng bit her lip and hummed softly, her soft waist being tightly held by a pair of hands.

Those hands seemed to have lost control, gripping her tightly without her even realizing it, squeezing her until she was about to cry.

"What are you doing?" she asked, pushing his shoulder.

Wen Zhi snapped out of his daze and immediately let go.

I was so desperate to kiss you just now that I lost control of my strength.

He apologized, but just thinking about it, it's obvious he must have left marks there.

Ah Sheng's skin is fair and delicate, and it won't be able to withstand any more of his mistreatment.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something just now..." Wen Zhi felt a little guilty and gently coaxed, "Don't be angry with me, okay?"

The girl's eyelashes were wet, and her black hair was disheveled, making her look pitiful: "Get out, don't disturb me while I'm making cookies."

"Okay." Wen Zhi was unusually obedient, and patted her hair. "Give me your phone."

Wen Yisheng tightened her grip on her fingers, but still took out her phone from her pocket and gave it to him.

Wen Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, left the kitchen, casually sat on the sofa, and checked her phone.

Thanks to Wen Zhi, Wen Yisheng's circle of friends is so simple and clean that there are very few of them.

My WeChat messages and call logs are all about him.

After checking his phone, Wen Zhi leaned back on the sofa with a calm expression. He thought for a moment, then took out something that looked like a USB flash drive from his pocket and plugged it into Wen Yisheng's phone.

Put down your phone, open the laptop on the coffee table, and tap a few keys on the keyboard.

A string of black gibberish appeared on the computer screen, followed by all the data records that Wen Yisheng had deleted from her phone being displayed on the computer.

There was nothing suspicious in the WeChat call.

Information recording...

Wen Zhi's expression turned cold, his lips gradually tightened, and his eyes and brows were filled with gloom.

3:40 PM, [Sister.]

How did you get my phone number?

Don't you remember? My older sister called me.

"..."

If you're feeling troubled, I won't bother you.

[Sister.]

[Sister?]

6:50 PM; "...Does your stomach still hurt?"

6:50 PM; [I'm feeling a little unwell. I'm eating in the cafeteria, but I can't find my older sister.]

7:45 PM; "Eat less spicy food, I'm not eating in the cafeteria."

[Got it! Doesn't Sister like the cafeteria food?]

10:26 PM; "Okay, don't message me anymore."

(The other party has been blacklisted)

Wen Zhi calmly looked at the information records on the screen.

It's okay, it's just a normal chat.

It's 10:53 PM now. Even just half an hour ago, Wen Yisheng was still chatting with the other person, and then deleted all the message records. It's not a big deal to deliberately hide the other person's existence.

Wen Zhi leaned back on the sofa, took a deep breath, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

It's nothing...

Bang! A loud crash as something hard struck something. He slammed the phone to the ground.

The phone was completely destroyed; the glass screen cracked into countless lines upon impact. It was shattered beyond repair.

In the kitchen, after Wen Yisheng put the cookies she had made in the mold into the oven, she heard a sound outside.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt inexplicably flustered.

As I walked into the living room, I saw a broken cell phone lying against the wall.

Wen Yisheng was at a loss. She looked up and met the gaze of the person looking at her.

"What did you do? This is my phone..." She remained relatively calm, though she seemed somewhat aggrieved.

Wen Zhi's eyelids were half-closed, and his gaze was too lifeless. Even the warm light could not soften the sinister and violent aura around him.

His face was completely expressionless, calm and cold, which was chilling.

There's not a trace of the gentle older brother he used to be.

Faced with such gentleness, Wen Yisheng felt an uneasy unease rising in her heart. She didn't know what she had done to upset him.

She deleted all of Qi Lin's information.

The thought of Qi Lin made Wen Yisheng feel even more suffocated.

Qi Lin possesses a youthful quality: freedom, fearlessness, and purity. Being with him seems to infect her with a sense of ease and comfort.

Wen Zhi stared at her for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

How well-behaved!

How pitiful.

Wen Zhi never realized that Wen Yisheng was a better actor than him.

He felt like a stupid dog, a self-righteous stupid dog, completely deceived and fooled by Wen Yisheng's appearance.

After all, she was chatting with the puppy brother just half an hour ago.

In the blink of an eye, she deleted the message and put on a well-behaved and innocent act to deal with me.