The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng struggled violently in fear.

At this hour, without the lights on, it was pitch black. All she could see was the vast darkness and his intensely hot body temperature and breath.

She realized that if he really wanted to do something...

Once trapped in his territory, she was completely powerless to resist.

"Let me go...you madman, I'm going to kill you!"

Bang. He ignored her and kicked open her bedroom door.

A dizzying, mottled light flashed before the girl's eyes, and she was thrown onto a sufficiently soft bed.

Before she could get up, Wen Zhi had already pressed her shoulder and leaned over her.

"Get out! Get out!" Wen Yisheng pushed him forcefully.

Wen Zhi pinned her hands to her sides, pressing her down, and threatened her harshly:

"Shut up, go to sleep, and don't cry. If you say 'go' again, I'll mess with you right now."

The boy's outward gentleness crumbled, revealing the wickedness within.

His gaze toward Wen Yisheng carried a terrifying desire, as if he wanted to crush her and devour her whole, a grotesque glint in the darkness.

"..." Wen Yisheng was so frightened that she lay down limply.

Her eyes were still brimming with tears, about to fall but holding back. Her fragile yet defiant appearance was heart-wrenching.

"Birds and beasts."

She gritted her teeth and uttered two words before turning her head away and closing her eyes.

God knows, Wen Zhi's heart was breaking.

Rather than using harsh words, intimidation is a better way to make her obey.

He certainly preferred to cherish her gently and attentively, to kiss her sincerely and lovingly, and to let her rely on him and sweetly whine in his arms.

But Ah Sheng is a coward who won't listen to reason when he's angry.

Her eyes were now filled with hostility towards him, which made him feel helpless and angry. Although he did not regret what he had done to Wen Yisheng in the past, she was clearly unable to accept it.

Wen Zhi sighed softly; even someone with excellent self-control was now restless and anxious.

"Ah Sheng..."

He lay down beside her, one arm around her head, supporting his body with his arm, and the other hand brushing away the strands of hair from her cheek.

This position surrounded her from behind, and she seemed to be nestled intimately in his arms.

"Listen to me, I sincerely apologize to you again. I was wrong about those things, I'm sorry."

He leaned down and whispered in Wen Yisheng's ear. The girl's profile was fair and delicate, and even her ears were particularly exquisite and cute.

His girl is stunningly beautiful in every way.

Wen Zhi gently brushed the soft, downy hairs at her temples and the fine hairs on her earlobes with his fingertips, then couldn't resist giving her a hard kiss: "Forgive me, okay?"

Wen Yisheng's shoulders trembled from his kiss.

She curled up even more tightly, her eyes closed and she remained silent.

Wen Zhi didn't mind; he knew she wasn't asleep. "Since Asheng isn't saying anything, I'll take that as a tacit acceptance of forgiveness?"

Wen Yisheng opened her eyes and glared at him fiercely: "Are you sick? Didn't you tell me to shut up?"

Wen Zhi rubbed his face against her forehead, enjoying the touch, and chuckled softly: "Really, Asheng, date your brother. I'll treat you well."

Wen Yisheng closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.

She was indeed very tired and sleepy, having been on edge for a whole day and night and still hadn't slept. She was supposed to get up to study in two hours.

Unexpectedly, after closing her eyes, she actually fell asleep in his arms.

~

When Wen Yisheng woke up again, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

She looked at the familiar bedroom, dazed for a few seconds, before suddenly sitting up and immediately picking up the watch on the bedside table.

Oh no! How incredibly late I am!

She got out of bed and found that her suitcase was missing. She paused for a moment, then opened the closet and took out her school uniform.

I was halfway through changing my clothes when I suddenly heard the door open behind me.

Wen Yisheng froze, the fabric still piled on her smooth elbow.

Her back was covered in delicate, snow-white skin, with milky-white lace ribbons clinging to her back, the lines of her neck extending all the way to her most alluring waistline, partially obscured by the fabric.

"You're a pervert!" Wen Yisheng hurriedly pulled her clothes back up, turned around and yelled at him angrily, "Don't you know how to knock? Get out!"

"..." Wen Zhiqing casually shifted his gaze, seemingly unfazed.

But his breathing became erratic.

His voice was a little hoarse: "I'm sorry."

"By the way, you don't need to go to school for a while. I've already asked for leave for you." After he finished speaking, he glanced at her and left the room before she could get angry.

Wen Yisheng was stunned.

After she came to her senses, she plopped down on the bed, feeling both incredulous and suffocated.

By what right? By what right can he so confidently arrange and control everything about her with just a few words?

"Ah!" She threw her clothes hard on the ground and yelled in frustration.

She looked at the clothes on the floor, then suddenly collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in the blankets, her slender shoulders trembling slightly.