The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

He squinted his eyes, a mixture of pain and a hint of pleasure.

...both bad and...

"Don't stop, I like being bitten by Ah Sheng."

Wen Yisheng felt a chill run down her spine, her face flushed with anger, and she spat it out with a disgusted "Pui!"

Sometimes she still couldn't accept how he could be such a person.

He was seen by everyone as refined, clean-cut, gentle, and beautiful, stunningly attractive to young men.

He's actually crazy and wicked; when he's cold-blooded, he can be cruel and ruthless, and when he's lewd, he's completely unrestrained.

"Wen Zhi, don't you think you're a crazy, abnormal person?"

He looked up at her, a hint of doubt in his eyes. "A madman? I'm not."

"Don't worry, I'm perfectly normal both physically and mentally right now," he reassured her with a smile.

Wen Yisheng was exasperated. She glanced at the bloodstains on his face and was utterly speechless: "...Anyone who's worried is just crazy."

Wen Zhi smiled and let her scold him.

Wen Yisheng's hands were covered with small cuts from broken glass. They weren't deep, but these tiny cuts were extremely painful.

Wen Zhi gently bandaged her wound. His movements were as skilled as a seasoned doctor, giving the injured person a strong sense of security. However, the bandaging result was rather comical.

"..."

Wen Yisheng raised her two small, round hands, wrapped in gauze like Doraemon's, expressionless. "You did this on purpose?"

"No," Wen Zhi said apologetically and aggrievedly, "I have bandaged up injured stray cats before, but this is my first time helping someone, so I'm a little rusty."

It would be a miracle if Wen Yisheng believed him.

His change of expression is absolutely terrifying.

Just a moment ago he was cold-blooded and cruel, like a monster who kills without blinking an eye, but in the blink of an eye he was docile and aggrieved like a good dog, as if he had a split personality.

She even suspected that his affection for stray animals was just an act.

Wen Yisheng sneered: "Who was it that just now said they wanted to turn my corpse into a specimen, but now they're so clumsy at bandaging a wound?"

Wen Zhi lowered his head and said truthfully, "If I hadn't scared you like that, you would have threatened to commit suicide and run away."

"You bastard!" Wen Yisheng leaned back on the sofa armrest and kicked him hard.

But I still felt that his words contained seven parts threat and three parts truth; if she died, he really could do such a perverted thing.

Soon, Wen Yisheng realized his scheming intention in dressing her up like Doraemon.

During meals, she couldn't even hold a bowl, let alone use chopsticks.

With a smile, Wen Zhi forked a piece of firm, bouncy lobster meat, brimming with delicious juice.

A small dish was placed below to catch the shrimp meat, which was then brought to Wen Yisheng's mouth: "Poor Yisheng, only your brother can feed you now. Open your mouth."

"Get out, I'm not eating."

She turned her face away, expressionless, but in Wen Zhi's eyes, she had a unique, childlike cuteness.

Wen Zhi wasn't in a hurry. He put a small bite of the shrimp into his mouth, then pinched her chin and leaned over, forcing Wen Yisheng to pass him the food.

"Ugh...!"

As he pulled away, he reluctantly bit her lower lip.

Wen Yisheng spat the shrimp in her mouth into the small dish next to her, her eyes filled with disgust: "How disgusting!"

Wen Zhixiao said nonchalantly, "Whether you feed me by hand or with your mouth, Asheng, you choose one."

Wen Yisheng glared at him resentfully, but in the end, she opened her mouth and ate the food he fed her.

Wen Zhi had no classes in the afternoon and stayed at home.

Wen Yisheng found it even more inconvenient to go to the bathroom and take a shower at night.

Her hands cannot get wet.

The two inevitably engaged in a struggle of resistance and suppression, an unyielding resistance against dominance.

...As a result, Wen Yisheng was worn out by his persistent pleading and had no choice but to...

As early winter arrives, heating has been turned on in Beijing, filling the rooms with a warm and comfortable atmosphere.

Wen Zhiheng carried Wen Yisheng, who was only wrapped in a soft bath towel, out of the bathroom.

The girl's hair was jet black and glossy, her snow-white and slender shoulders rested against the boy's chest, his strong arms tightly encircling her knees, and her slender, white, and shapely legs and feet hung limply in mid-air.

"It's so much better to be clean and tidy. What's the point of not taking a bath? And you're still angry?" Wen Zhi walked towards the bed and coaxed her gently.

Wen Yisheng's skin was snow-white, but her eyes were incredibly red.

She didn't want to talk to him at all and numbly closed her eyes.

Wen Zhi gently placed Wen Yisheng on the bed and used a towel to wipe the water droplets from the ends of her hair. "Aren't you going to talk to me?"

"Baby..." He turned his head and smiled at her, "Ah Sheng?"

He touched her face, sighed, and said, "We're going to get married anyway, so this is just a pre-wedding experience. You'll have to get used to it. Take a bath, feed me, I like taking care of you like this."

Wen Yisheng suddenly opened her eyes: "...Marry? Us?"

"uh-huh."

Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow, then suddenly remembered something. There were still four months left... it would be A Sheng's twentieth birthday.

This means that she has reached the legal marriage age.

Wen Zhi always referred to himself as the older brother, but he was only a few months older than Wen Yisheng. He had also overstated his age on his household registration by one year. Based on the dates, they could become a legal couple in about ten months.

Wen Zhi is methodically planning for the future.

Every aspect was considered, except for whether the female party, Ms. Sheng, was willing.

"Are you crazy? I haven't even agreed to date you, let alone talk about marriage!" This is undoubtedly terrifying.

Wen Yisheng felt a chill run down her spine and was filled with dread.

No way, she'd be crazy to marry him!

"Don't be nervous, I was just saying it casually," Wen Zhi reassured her anxious heart, seemingly giving in: "I won't mention it, and I won't get married."

Getting a marriage certificate requires following legal procedures, and he couldn't force her to do that, so Wen Yisheng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She still has the best years of her life ahead of her, a vast stage to explore, and the thought of marrying Wen Zhi is so terrifying that it makes her feel suffocated...

Dancing...right, a dance competition!

Wen Zhi smoothed her hair and dried it with a hairdryer on a gentle setting. Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment and didn't even notice that she was exposed.

What's the date today?

Wen Zhi's breathing became slightly erratic: "...November 9th."

Wen Yisheng was completely unaware that something dangerous and burning was gradually rising in his eyes.

The dance competition is on November 25th, and she has to participate in less than 16 days.

How can I get out of this cage...? Should I feign compromise? Agree to date Wen Zhi?

My hair is mostly dry.

Wen Zhi calmly put away the hair dryer. Wen Yisheng looked up as if to say something, but he lowered his head and kissed her.

~

I restrained myself.

But few exercised restraint.

"Ah Sheng".

~

Wen Zhi kept kissing the corners of her eyes.

~

It was close to midnight.

Wen Yisheng was lying in bed, and vaguely saw Wen Zhi walk to her dressing table and look at his face in the mirror.

She was suspicious and asked wearily, "What are you doing?"

Wen Zhi squeezed out some gel, turned his face to the mirror, and applied it to the scratch that Wen Yisheng had made with the glass.

He replied to her dejectedly, "Isn't it because I'm afraid you'll think I'm ugly?"

"What if my face is scarred and I'm disfigured? What if you don't want me anymore?"

Wen Yisheng rolled her eyes, too tired to argue with him.

Although she didn't get to the very end, she was exhausted, extremely exhausted. She couldn't even imagine what it would be like to keep going...

"Remove the surveillance cameras."

"Hmm." Wen Zhi took out some small tools, removed a security camera from the socket opposite the bed, and showed it to her. "It's really gone. Are you relieved now?"

Wen Yisheng glanced around the bedroom. "There aren't any more anywhere else, are there?"

Wen Zhi washed his hands, climbed into bed, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her hard on the corner of her mouth. "Smart, there really is one more on the roof. We'll take it down tomorrow. Go to sleep now."

Wen Yisheng nudged him, her eyes saying, "I knew it."

She was so tired that she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Two more days passed in this seemingly endless period.

When the door was knocked on, Wen Yisheng never expected that the person who came to rescue her would be...

~

"Dad! Sheng Sheng hasn't been to school for a week. Seriously, she must be being held captive here by the little devils... by my brother!"