The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

There were security cameras in the bedroom, so Wen Zhi was able to call her immediately after she injured her hand.

--Nausea.

He has once again redefined the level of perversion in her mind!

The thought that surveillance cameras might have been installed in this bedroom from the very first day she moved into Hetang Bay was unbearable.

From that moment on, Wen Zhi began to spy on and monitor her privacy, which made Wen Yisheng feel nauseous.

The small shard of glass pierced deeper and deeper into her palm, drawing more and more blood, but Wen Yisheng seemed oblivious to the pain, trembling as she searched every corner of the room.

About five minutes later, Wen Zhi pushed open the door and saw a mess on the floor.

He wasn't surprised, as he had been watching the monitor the whole time, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

Without a word, he walked to the white cabinet, took out a first-aid kit, and walked towards Wen Yisheng: "Stop messing around, I'll bandage you up."

When were the surveillance cameras installed?

Wen Yisheng's eyes were so red that they seemed to blend with the blood on her palms.

She thought her situation was bad enough, but Wen Zhi always managed to break through her bottom line time and time again.

Wen Zhi didn't say anything, but walked straight towards her.

"Don't come any closer..."

Wen Yisheng kept backing away until she crouched down in a corner, her voice hoarse: "...I told you not to come any closer!"

Wen Zhi ignored her, his gaze fixed on her bleeding hand.

He said calmly, "I just wanted to stop the bleeding."

"Get out! I don't need you!" Wen Yisheng shouted, almost choking back tears.

She suddenly caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye; it must have been a shard of glass that had splashed under the curtains when something was thrown.

Before Wen Zhi could close in and grab her, Wen Yisheng nimbly picked up the piece of glass.

The next second, she pressed a shard of glass against her throat, her voice trembling: "Are you only satisfied when you've driven me to my death... Get out! If you come any closer, I'll die!"

Wen Zhi paused for a moment.

His gaze was dark as he stared at her. The girl's face was covered with tears of fear and humiliation; her small face was pale, and she looked very pitiful.

Her thin, pale hands, gripping the glass tightly, revealed the veins clearly. The glass inevitably cut her fingers, and both her hands were bleeding. The contrast of the bright red created a morbid beauty that was visually striking.

Like a delicate porcelain doll that might shatter and vanish in the next second.

"Put it down," he repeated expressionlessly, "I just wanted to stop the bleeding."

Wen Yisheng stared at him with bloodshot eyes, her pale fingers trembling and bleeding as she gripped the shards. She threatened to kill herself in terror and despair.

He remained calm and collected, like a cold, rational, and emotionless monster.

Wen Yisheng tightened her grip, tilted her head back, and pressed the shard against her fragile throat even harder. She shouted at him, "Let me go, or I'll die right here in front of you."

"Honestly, I'd rather die than stay here being manipulated and coerced by you!"

"Want to commit suicide?" Wen Zhi not only didn't back down, but instead took a step closer to her.

"Can."

Wen Yisheng bit her lip and stared blankly for a second.

Wen Zhi chuckled and said slowly, "But you're too naive to think you can get rid of me by dying."

He gazed intently into her eyes, his tenderness eerily gentle: "Making a corpse specimen is a huge undertaking. Although I've never made a human specimen before, I certainly won't find it troublesome to preserve my beloved girl forever."

"Honey, believe me, you'll become a lifelike, beautiful specimen after you die." His eyes were full of love as he looked at her.

Wen Yisheng froze, her blood seemed to freeze, and the biting cold made her body tremble uncontrollably.

...They won't even spare her death?

She suddenly remembered the various small animal specimens hanging in the glass cabinet in his bedroom, and a snake skeleton specimen.

Wen Zhi's lips curled into a satisfied and infatuated smile. "Ah Sheng is always disobedient. She'll definitely become very well-behaved after becoming a specimen."

"During the day... Ah Sheng would wait for me to come home from get off work in the glass shop window."

"At night... Ah Sheng will stay in my arms and fall asleep with me."

"Day and night, we will never be apart, we will love each other forever."

Wen Zhi seemed to be daydreaming about the wonderful future of turning Wen Yisheng into a specimen, and he had a very enjoyable expression on his face.

"Oh, right."

He gave a slightly shy yet mischievous smile:

"Since Ah Sheng calls me a pervert, then guess what? Would a pervert like me ever have sex with female corpses?"

The surrounding air molecules seemed to be squeezing each other, making it hard to breathe.

"You...you're insane, shut up, you lunatic," Wen Yisheng choked out, trembling uncontrollably, feeling terrified and suffocated. "Are you even human?!"

Wen Zhi had already walked up to her.

The smile vanished from his face, replaced by a dark, menacing expression that exuded a cold, cruel oppression: "Baby, do you still want to die?"

Wen Yisheng's lips trembled, his pupils quivered; he was a twisted and terrifying monster.

"You're terrifying, don't push me... don't push me anymore..."

Wen Yisheng had no desire to die! She didn't have the courage to die at a time like this. She was so young, she hadn't even danced on a big stage yet, how could she be willing to die for a madman?

She was also afraid of pain; she was a coward who was afraid of dying.

The moment Wen Zhi leaned closer, Wen Yisheng went berserk, as if she had found an outlet for her anger and humiliation.

"I'm going to kill you!" Wen Yisheng suddenly raised her hand.

The shard pressed against his throat flashed a bright light on the wall.

Wen Zhidong did not move.

next moment.

A long, bloody gash was slashed across his cheek, just two centimeters from the corner of his eye, which looked rather terrifying at first glance.

Blood rushed out, slid down to his chin, and stained his collar red.

His skin was already fair and flawless, and the bloodstains on his face were bright red and eye-catching, creating a kind of alluring yet eerie beauty.

Wen Zhi looked at Wen Yisheng, who had no expression and showed no anger, like a machine that felt no pain. He asked in a low voice, "Have you vented enough?"

"Can you behave now and let me stop the bleeding and bandage you?"

"Or, how about you make another cut on this side of your face?" he suggested.

pat.

Wen Yisheng's hand suddenly lost its strength, and blood-stained shards of glass fell to the ground.

She was no match for Wen Zhi at all. No, no normal person could stand up to Wen Zhi, such a dangerous monster who was willing to risk his life.

Wen Zhi raised his lips and smiled happily, "Brother knew Ah Sheng wouldn't be willing to part with it."

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes almost numbly.

The pain from the wounds on both hands belatedly reached her nerve endings, spreading throughout her body, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

"That's not true at all."

She gave Wen Zhi a disgusted look: "Not everyone is a madman like you."

Wen Zhi ignored him, "Don't be stubborn. I just can't bear to part with it."

"..." Wen Yisheng closed her eyes, not wanting to pay attention to him.

Blood gushed from Wen Zhi's face; the wound was deep, a long line that almost reached his eye.

He didn't care at all, tore a piece of sterile gauze from the first-aid kit, pressed it on the wound, and hastily wiped away the blood.

"Come here, don't you want your hand anymore?" He pulled her down to sit, took out the shards stuck in her palm with tweezers, cleaned the wound with iodine and disinfectant, and applied medicine.

Wen Yisheng did not resist.

Their rare peace.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the mess on the floor and the two people's soft hair.

Black shadows intertwined on the ground.

They looked like a pair of lovers, head to head, intimately embracing.

"Remove the surveillance cameras," Wen Yisheng said.

Wen Zhi took some gauze and bandaged her up. The blood on his face had dried. "No, I'm doing this to protect you at all times. Today is a prime example."

Wen Yisheng abruptly pulled her hand back, preventing him from touching her. "Get out!"

"..." Wen Zhi sighed helplessly, "Alright, we'll take it down in a bit."

Anyway, there's more than one, so what's the big deal if we split one or two out of dozens?

He brushed his fingertip against the corner of her lips and laughed, "Why are you being so fierce?"

Wen Yisheng opened her mouth and bit his finger, like a grass-like animal that gets cornered and starts to bite.

"Hiss...no..." Wen Zhi let out a soft moan.

Wen Yisheng felt a little better after hearing this.

Wen Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression a mix of pain and pleasure. "Don't stop, keep biting..."