The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng was stunned. What?

Her skin was already fair, her eyes were covered by a black cloth, and her lips were bruised as if they had been smeared with rouge, making her look extremely fragile and vulnerable.

Actually, she had a vague premonition.

Her already sore eyes welled up with tears again.

"I...I won't..."

The man coaxed her into a light kiss on the cheek, hissing and laughing tenderly.

The veins on the back of his pale hand were slightly bulging, and his knuckles were delicately bony.

"Don't be afraid, I won't wander off."

The lights were snow-white and cold.

—A tooth mark.

He didn't forget to threaten in a low voice.

"I will always be watching you from the shadows. I know everything about your every move, every word, who you talked to, what you did, and even your past."

"So, don't get too close to other boys, or I'll kill you."

Wen Yisheng was breathing heavily and trembling violently. Her eyes, hidden behind the black cloth, were red and moist, as vibrant as peach blossoms in March on a branch.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The man chuckled softly, biting the corner of her lip, "The person who loves you most in the world."

"..."

Ridiculous, absurd.

A thin needle was inserted into her subcutaneous vein.

An unknown drug evaporates in the body.

The girl, exhausted from crying, slowly drifted into darkness.

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When Wen Yisheng woke up, she thought she had just had a nightmare.

She opened her eyes, and the sunlight shone directly on her face. Uncomfortable, she raised the back of her hand to shield her eyes.

here it is……

Fine dust particles floated in the air.

Wen Yisheng turned her head and looked over. Everything in front of her was familiar. A ray of sunlight shone through the slightly old but brightly clean glass window, and the autumn wind stirred the white curtains.

A small table with a rabbit plush toy and a music box sits on the bedside table, along with an inexpensive but tidy simple wardrobe and a schoolbag hanging on the wall.

This is the apartment she shares with Qi Xue!

Wen Yisheng suddenly sat up in bed. The blanket covering her slipped off.

She's back. No, wait.

A nightmare? Could it be that her being blindfolded and kidnapped by a pervert was just a nightmare?

Otherwise, how could she have returned to her rented apartment unharmed...?

Wen Yisheng paused for a moment. Her phone was on the bedside table. She opened it and saw that it was Sunday, 10:32.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head.

She began to recall that she got off the bus on Friday night and was knocked unconscious by the pervert. If it wasn't a nightmare, she had been...tied up...by the pervert for a whole day and night.

—It's all true.

My body felt clean and refreshed, without any stickiness or discomfort, and I didn't find any strange red marks on my skin.

Wen Yisheng's heart sank to the bottom. What kind of madman had she provoked?

She vaguely recalled that the pervert had said... he had been secretly watching her all along.

Is it a human? It's a monster!

There was movement outside the bedroom. Wen Yisheng suppressed her panic, got out of bed and opened the door. Qi Xue was outside.

The apartment has two bedrooms and a living room, and is shared by two people.

Qi Xue was taken aback when she saw her: "Hey? Sheng Sheng, when did you get back?"

"I..." Wen Yisheng realized that her voice was very weak as soon as she spoke.

Like overusing your voice.

She cried the whole time she was tied up by the pervert. But strangely, it didn't hurt.

Did you know I wasn't coming back yesterday?

"You sent me a WeChat message on Friday night saying you were going home for the weekend and wouldn't be coming back, and you even asked me to ask the store manager for leave. Don't you remember? Look, it was at ten o'clock." Qi Xue showed her the chat interface.

"Did you come back last night?"

"I..." She didn't know.

Wen Yisheng's hands were trembling.

Qi Xue was in a hurry to get to work and didn't notice Wen Yisheng's pale face: "Are you going to the coffee shop again today?"

"...I'm not going, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Okay, I'll be going now, bye-bye."

Clang.

The old security door closed with a dull, harsh sound.

Wen Yisheng stood there frozen, then suddenly came to her senses, her eyes filled with panic and unease as she looked around.

She ran back to her bedroom, closed all the doors and windows, and huddled under the covers, her body trembling.

The pervert really knows everything about her...

Even after he violated her, he sent her back to his bed and even thoughtfully helped her change into her pajamas.

How could this not terrify her?! She had never been this scared before.

What to do...

Call the police?

Wen Yisheng remembered something. This community is very old, but there are still security guards and surveillance cameras at the entrance!

Yes! Wen Yisheng changed her clothes and went downstairs with unease.

She dared not raise her head; her swan-like neck lost its elegance, shrinking back like a hedgehog.

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she always felt like there was a pair of eyes watching her from the shadows...

The security guard was an elderly man.

"You lost something? What time of day?" The old man looked at the little girl who was wrapped up like a ball in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Wen Yisheng glanced behind her and said in a low voice, "After eleven o'clock."

He must have brought me back late at night when no one was around in the neighborhood.

The old man checked the surveillance footage and took a puzzled breath.

Wen Yisheng kept turning around to look behind her, "What's wrong, Uncle?"

The old man said, "Why is the surveillance footage from last night black? It's strange, the playback is just a black screen."

"Is the camera broken?"

"It's not broken." The old man shook his head and checked the surveillance footage from the early morning. "Look, the surveillance is normal after 3 or 4 a.m. Only the period from 11 p.m. to 2 a.m., which you mentioned, is dark. There are no problems at other times."

"..."

Wen Yisheng was wrapped up tightly in a coat, scarf, and hat. Yet, she broke out in a cold sweat.

Just then, my cell phone rang in my pocket.

Wen Yisheng snapped out of her fear; it was Wen Zhi calling.

She answered, "...feed."

On the other end of the phone, the man's voice was as gentle and refined as ever, clear and pleasant to the ear: "Are you at work?"

Wen Yisheng felt a lump in her throat, lowered her head, and left the security room. She let out a breath before saying, "No."

Wen Zhi sensitively noticed something was wrong with her voice. "Why didn't you go? Are you feeling unwell? Did you catch a cold?"

"I……"

Wen Yisheng's legs went weak. She leaned against the wall and squatted in a corner, covering her face. "Wen Zhi, can I see you?"

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.

"Where are you? Send me your address."

"Wait for me, I'll be there in ten minutes."

The phone call remained connected.

Wen Zhi rushed over, but the old neighborhood was in poor condition. He searched for a long time and almost missed her. He turned around and found her slender figure huddled in the corner.

He turned off his phone, walked over, and squatted down in front of her. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Yisheng was stunned and looked up when she heard the sound.

She buried half her face in her scarf, her long hair cascading down, which accentuated her small, delicate face. Her almond-shaped eyes, clear but lacking in luster, revealed a pair of timid, furry creatures.

Wen Zhi's eyes darkened as he suppressed the urge to keep her by his side forever.

"Why didn't you go save me..." she said blankly, her words filled with resentment, but her tone was like a muttering to herself.

Wen Zhi paused, then asked, "What?"

"Why didn't you save me...?"

She hugged her knees, buried her face in her hands, and sobbed in suppressed sobs.

Those sounds, though soft, were filled with fear and despair. If Wen Yisheng had looked up, she could have seen that Wen Zhi's expression was stiff and undisguised.

"He's disgusting, so disgusting..."

Now, when Wen Yisheng closes her eyes, she can almost hear that person's rough voice whispering in her ear.

he……

I definitely didn't go all the way with her.

But then, what difference does it make? No, it's filthy.

Every inch of my skin can't wash away that person's disgusting touch.