The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Zhi returned quickly and put the groceries he bought and the fruits that Wen Yisheng liked into the refrigerator, only to find that the refrigerator had stopped working.

—Is there a power outage?

"Ah Sheng?" He walked towards her bedroom.

When I got to the bathroom, I paused and saw Wen Yisheng vomiting by the sink.

He walked over and gently patted her back, only to notice she was trembling with discomfort: "Why are you vomiting like this?"

Wen Yisheng was speechless.

She lifted her tear-streaked eyelashes and saw the boy's gentle and refined face in the mirror.

—He bowed his head and vomited again.

Wen Zhi really couldn't believe that her disgusting behavior was because of her own face.

"Is your stomach upset? I'll take you to the hospital."

Wen Zhi took out his phone from his pocket to contact the driver, a furrow appearing between his brows, a hint of anxiety in his expression.

"No need..." Wen Yisheng pressed down on his phone, her voice weak, "I probably ate something bad, I feel much better after throwing it up."

She rinsed her mouth with water.

Wen Zhi insisted, "I still need to go to the hospital to get checked out. I'll ask for leave from school."

"Really, there's no need." Wen Yisheng stood up, her eyelids drooping as she avoided looking at him.

Wen Zhi took a towel and wiped the water droplets from her cheeks. "Why don't you use it? Be a good girl, okay?"

Wen Yisheng did not resist and let him wipe her face, but her eyelashes drooped.

Wen Zhi was sensitive and stared intently at her. "Why aren't you looking at my face? Am I ugly?"

Wen Yisheng paused, then slowly raised her eyes, and his image was reflected in her clear black and white eyes.

She said, "It's not ugly." But it's disgusting.

In the end, Wen Yisheng did not go to the hospital.

She spent the afternoon numbly, and in the evening, besides the main meal, Wen Zhi served up some preserved plum cherry tomatoes.

"You vomited so much at noon, your stomach and intestines can't handle cold, so it wasn't refrigerated."

He rested his chin on his hand, his gaze towards her incredibly tender: "Want to try some?"

Wen Yisheng scooped up a spoonful of soup, tasted its sweet and sour flavor, and smiled, "Delicious."

night.

Before going to bed, Wen Zhi brought her some warmed milk to her room.

Wen Yisheng took the milk, but didn't drink it immediately. She said, "Wen Zhi, don't go through the trouble of watching me sleep tonight. I'm not so scared anymore."

"it is good."

Wen Zhi agreed.

After Wen Yisheng finished her milk, she handed him the cup, and the two said goodnight.

After Wen Zhi left, Wen Yisheng immediately ran to the small bathroom in the bedroom.

She reached into her mouth and tried to clear her throat, tears streaming down her face from the pain.

She vomited up all the milk she had just drunk, then leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling, trembling uncontrollably.

It was the kind of fear that seeped into your very bones, causing you to tremble uncontrollably.

~

late at night.

Wen Yisheng curled up in a ball, burying her body and most of her face in the blanket, her eyes tightly closed.

The sound of a key clicking into the lock, followed by the doorknob turning.

A boy whose figure was hidden in the darkness walked in.

Wen Yisheng pretended to be asleep, and she did a very good job of it.

Her heart was pounding wildly, and she felt as if every pore was sweating profusely.

She could feel the person sitting by her bedside, reaching out and gently pulling back the blanket covering her face.

The man kissed her on the forehead, his voice soft, "Goodnight kiss, I love you."

Then came the sound of footsteps fading into the distance and the door closing.

he's gone.

Wen Yisheng thought about it carefully. Every time she drank milk, she would fall asleep very quickly and soundly. He could pretend to be a gentle brother on one hand and do such despicable things to her on the other. So what was so strange about him putting drugs in her milk?

So she vomited beforehand.

Wen Yisheng stirred, staring blankly at a point in the darkness.

With my eyes open, about two hours later, around 2 a.m., the time when people are in the deepest sleep.

She got out of bed, changed her clothes, and took out her suitcase to pack her clothes.

She didn't dare turn on the lights during the process, relying only on the light from her phone's flashlight.

Wen Yisheng moved quickly, and after packing everything, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. She quietly carried her suitcase to the living room.

The house was quiet.

pitch black.

Wen Yisheng has mild night blindness, but she dares not turn on the lights and can only walk to the front door by the light of a flashlight.

go away.

She couldn't stay any longer!

She really wanted to question Wen Zhi about why he treated her this way.

But she also realized that the man was sick, and Wen Zhi was definitely sick! And seriously sick!!

No way... He hacked the surveillance cameras, and he's clearly the perpetrator, yet he shamelessly accompanied her to the police station! What wouldn't he dare to do? How could she possibly fight back against him? So she endured it all day, waiting to escape that night.

madman.

monster!

He's a complete psychopath!

Wen Yisheng raised the back of her hand and fiercely wiped away the tears in her eyes. She sniffed, looking both defiant and pitiful.

If I can't stay in Beijing, I'll go back to Huai'an.

No matter how vast the world is, she will always find a way to escape from that pervert Wen Zhi!

She was afraid that the suitcase would make noise if it dragged on the ground, so she carried it with great effort.

Upon reaching the door, Wen Yisheng put down the suitcase and went to open it.

The door requires a fingerprint to open from the outside, but it doesn't need one to push it from the inside; it's very easy to open.

Can--

What's going on? Wen Yisheng was so anxious that sweat was pouring down her forehead. She couldn't open it!

Her legs were trembling with anxiety, and her expression was very unpleasant. Normally, she could open the door simply by pressing the door open button or turning the knob.

Sudden.

A click echoed in the empty, quiet living room.

In the direction of the living room sofa, a small blue flame ignited and then died out in the night sky.

The slightest sound made Wen Yisheng's nerves tense instantly. He was so frightened that he leaned against the door, his legs went weak, and he trembled.

There are people in the living room.

Someone was sitting on the sofa the whole time.

As for who that person is...

Wen Zhi leaned back on the sofa, casually tossing aside a lighter; his figure resembled a terrifying beast lurking in the darkness.

"Honey, where are we going?"

He drawled out his words.

That strange tone overlapped with the rough, unpleasant, metallic voice that Wen Yisheng remembered.

The only difference was that his voice was so gentle it was almost sickening, and in the darkness, it was like a bewitching ghost that could steal your soul and make your heart pound.

Wen Yisheng ignored him, so she frantically tried to twist the door, pounded on it, and finally kicked it.

Like a small herbivore at the bottom of the food chain, driven to the corner of a cage by a hungry beast, even though it is destined to be unable to escape, it struggles and cries for help in despair.

Wen Zhi approached step by step.

I reached out and turned on the small night light on the wall in the entryway. The light fell on his face, and he was smiling.

"Where are you going in the middle of the night with a suitcase?"

With nowhere to retreat, Wen Yisheng closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "You were the pervert who forcibly kissed me in the training camp!"

Wen Zhi's expression didn't change much; he remained gentle.

They neither admitted nor refuted it.

"You were the pervert who kidnapped me a few days ago, it was you..." Wen Yisheng cried out almost hoarsely, "You did all those disgusting things, why, why did you do this to me!"

"You're sick, you're mentally ill, you're a lunatic!"

"On one hand, you groped me in a horrific and inhumane way, and on the other hand, you pretend to be a gentle older brother, comforting and taking care of me. You find it amusing, smug, and entertaining to see me depend on you like a fool, right?! It's utterly disgusting!"