The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The car was parked not far from the mall. The driver called to inquire because he had not seen Wen Zhi for a long time.

After leaving the mall, Wen Zhi walked ahead and opened the car door for Wen Yisheng to get in first.

Wen Yisheng walked directly to the passenger seat, opened the door, and sat down: "I get carsick, so it'll be more comfortable for me to sit in the front."

"..." Wen Zhi tapped the car door lightly with his fingers, then got in, a smile in his eyes.

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

The car was quiet. Wen Zhi looked up at the passenger seat and asked in a low voice, "How was your first day at Fanxing? Anything you weren't used to?"

Wen Yisheng thought of the students in the dance studio. They must come from wealthy families. They were all quite arrogant and impolite, looking down on her for using a cheap watch.

However, she only wanted to focus on practicing dance and not make friends. She replied, "No, it's fine."

Wen Zhi nodded slightly, smiling as he looked at her profile: "It seems my intuition was right. Dance is very important to you, and insisting on sending you to dance practice was the right choice."

Wen Yisheng was stunned, her gaze returning from the car window, a subtle warmth stirring within her heart.

He realized that even when he refused to dance, he actually longed to do so.

Wen Zhi is truly a thoughtful and gentle boy...

Wen Yisheng was somewhat conflicted. She glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car, which perfectly reflected the boy's pale face. He was resting with his eyes closed, his head resting on the seat. His eyebrows and eyes were dark, and when he wasn't smiling, his refined face had an inexplicable sense of world-weariness and gloom.

The atmosphere inside the car remained quiet all the way to the Wen family villa.

Wen Yisheng got off the bus with her backpack, but instead of deliberately speeding up to distance herself from Wen Zhi as before, she hesitated for a few moments before speaking in a seemingly relaxed manner: "It seems that a lot of boys don't like their girlfriends dancing."

Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow and smiled, surprised that she would take the initiative to talk to him.

But is the little girl asking this question... hinting at something to him?

He really enjoys watching her dance.

Wen Zhi replied with great interest, "Really? Why do you say that?"

"Maybe it's because he doesn't want his girlfriend to perform on stage and dance for guys other than him?"

Wen Zhi frowned slightly, then smiled knowingly: "Is that so? It's a little hard to understand such selfish boys."

Huh? Wen Yisheng was surprised. He also thought this kind of boy was selfish and hard to understand.

The boy who forced her in her dream didn't think so; she clearly remembered that in the dream, the boy tore her dance dress.

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips and asked again, "From your perspective, if your future girlfriend was a dancer who shone brightly on stage and garnered admiration from many men, would you be angry?"

Wen Zhi stopped and turned to look at her, thinking seriously for a moment: "I wouldn't be angry, but I would be jealous."

He leaned slightly forward, his voice gentle: "But more than anything, I feel proud."

"I will go on stage to present my girlfriend with red roses at the end of each of her performances, and declare in front of the entire audience that she has signed her name. This way, any men who have designs on her will give up, and they will even envy me for having such a wonderful girlfriend."

How could that be?

Why the hell did you send him roses?!

Stage performance? Ha...you must be kidding, he would never give Wen Yisheng a chance to stand on the stage!

The thought of her shining brightly on stage, while a bunch of scoundrels below, ostensibly appreciating art, cast their filthy eyes upon her, made him want to gouge out those eyes with a scalpel and soak them in formaldehyde…

No, it's more like throwing away the irrational thought of feeding the dog!

No man is any good. When will he finally make Wen Yisheng understand that?

The filthy thoughts hidden in their minds are more numerous than the bacteria in the human body—of course, this is just an exaggeration on his part.

Wen Zhi realized with regret that he had sent her to Fanxing Dance Studio, but he couldn't show it.

Even if Wen Yisheng were to go on stage now, he wouldn't show the slightest displeasure, but he wasn't sure if something might suddenly happen to her leg or some part of her body that would affect her dancing.

Wen Zhi has hundreds of ways to prevent her from dancing again without affecting her daily life.

But he won't do that for now; that would be too bad. He's just thinking about it; he's not a pervert!

/

Wen Zhi blinked, concealing the terrifying emotion in his eyes, and said very gently, "Why did you suddenly think of this question? Was my answer a little... domineering?"

Wen Yisheng thought for a moment: "Hmm... It's a little bit forceful, but it's normal, as long as your future girlfriend can accept you making a vow in front of an audience."

Wen Zhi: "..."

Is that even a little bit forceful? He thought his answer was safe enough.

If Wen Yisheng knew his true thoughts, would she be so scared that she would cry and run away?

*

Since that night when she was forced to have a nightmare, Wen Yisheng has never had a nightmare like that again, and she still can't figure out the strange handwriting that appeared in her notebook.

That question was meant to test Wen Zhi, and his answer was clearly fine, but Wen Yisheng was still uneasy…

The next day, when she went to the Starry Sky Studio, Wen Zhi did not accompany her. The driver who took her there was the same one she had met when she first came to the Wen Family Manor, a dark-skinned but very easy-going young man.

Driver Shao Yi glanced at the rearview mirror and smiled sincerely: "Miss Wen cried in the car when she first came to the Wen family. I told her that nightmares are always the opposite of reality, and that your life in the Wen family would definitely be wonderful and smooth. Am I right?"

Wen Yisheng was listening to English with headphones on and didn't hear the driver's voice, but she felt his gaze.

She looked up, smiled at the driver, and then continued listening to the spoken language.

Shao Yi blushed and looked away, focusing on the road ahead.

/

Fanxing's class time is from 8:30 to 11:30. When Wen Yisheng arrived, it was just 8 o'clock, and there weren't many students in the studio yet.

She went to the changing room to change her clothes first, but then a girl's joyful voice called out from behind her: "Yi Sheng!"

Wen Yisheng subconsciously turned his head and saw Zhong Yue'er.

She was dressed in a bright and youthful style, and ran up to Wen Yisheng with a friendly and lovely smile: "You're here so early too."

Wen Yisheng nodded politely: "Mm."

"Let's go change!" Zhong Yue'er took her arm, very enthusiastically.

Wen Yisheng felt a little uncomfortable, but couldn't bring herself to refuse someone who meant her no harm. After the two entered the changing room, Zhong Yue'er took out a small gift box from her snakeskin bag.

Zhong Yue'er opened the gift box, which contained a watch. She smiled and handed it to Wen Yisheng: "I still feel very sorry about the watch yesterday. You told me out of kindness, but Gu Xuan and the others laughed at you instead. This watch is a gift for you as an apology..."

Perhaps afraid that Wen Yisheng wouldn't accept it, she added, "It's not expensive, it's very cheap! I really want to ask for your forgiveness and to be your friend!"

The watch is exquisite and looks expensive.

Wen Yisheng certainly wouldn't accept it. In fact, he felt that the girl was either too naive or had ulterior motives towards him. Another major possibility was that she had too much money to burn.

She refused: "I'm not angry, and you don't need to apologize. I don't want this watch; you can keep it."

Zhong Yue'er was a little anxious: "Why? This is really not expensive!"

Wen Yisheng remained calm, her expression cold when she wasn't smiling: "It's not a matter of social status."

Zhong Yue'er pouted and put away her watch: "Okay, but I really admire you. You have a great sense of dance and you're beautiful. I want to be your friend."

"..."

"So, are we friends now?"

Wen Yisheng was speechless. She nodded. After all, they were dancing together, and it would be unreasonable to refuse directly after she had asked so many questions.

"Then we're friends from now on. You can just call me Yue'er!" Zhong Yue'er seemed very happy, and then picked up the watch and stuffed it into her hand. "Really not going to accept it? If you wear this watch, Gu Xuan and the others won't look down on you anymore!"

"Hurry up and change your clothes." Wen Yisheng didn't want to talk to her about the watch anymore.

She used a small key to open the locker, stuffed her backpack inside, and took out her leotard to change into.

Zhong Yue'er gazed at Yi Sheng's exposed, snow-white, exquisite waist and hip lines, her beautiful, slender bones resembling two butterfly wings poised for flight. She slowed her movements as she opened the cabinet. "Yi Sheng, you have such a great figure! Even I, a woman, am completely captivated!"

Wen Yisheng quickly changed into a bodysuit, stood in front of the mirror and tied her hair up. Hearing this, she glanced at her and said, "You're exaggerating. You have a great figure too."

Zhong Yue'er took off her top and walked to Wen Yisheng's side. Looking at her voluptuous figure in the mirror, she was somewhat distressed: "Oh no, look at my breasts, they're too big."