The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng trembled slightly.

A severed finger rolled to the ground.

The bloodstains were glaringly obvious.

A sound of painful screams.

Looking at the scene before her, Wen Yisheng felt as if her mind had been emptied, and all her senses and thoughts were overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness and fear that bordered on despair.

The night was endless and the cold was biting.

Wen Zhi smiled, wearing a black overcoat with a cold mist floating around him, looking like a man-eating demon conjured from the darkness.

The demon smiled, its eyebrows and eyes slightly raised, revealing an extremely alluring and beautiful appearance.

"Be with me, Wen Yisheng. You and I are destined for each other. There's no point in making a fuss like this."

Wen Zhi casually toyed with the knife in his hand, his voice cool.

He gently kicked the severed finger that had rolled to the ground and was bleeding.

"Otherwise, I'll crush this finger right now, and it'll never be able to be put back together."

The blade was still stained with blood.

The fear in Wen Yisheng's eyes was beyond words; she was as if she had been scared out of her wits. Her eyes were still wide open, staring blankly at the severed finger on the ground as if in self-torture.

"Why...why did you..." Wen Yisheng's voice trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.

She couldn't understand or comprehend Wen Zhi at all.

His behavior and his thoughts were extremely dark and terrifying.

Wen Zhi looked at her, his gaze direct and focused: "I want you to love me."

His eyes held a strong, blatant love and passion that seemed to tear her apart and devour her.

Love him?

Wen Yisheng shook her head in anguish, her voice hoarse with sobs: "I don't want to, I really can't do it, please don't force me... Wen Zhi..."

Wen Zhi pursed his lips, staring at her with a gloomy look: "You can't do it, can you?"

He walked slowly to Wen Yihan, his black ankle boots stepping on the hand with the missing little finger.

Wen Yihan lay sprawled on the ground in a very disheveled state, his face pale and his eyes wide with agony as he screamed in agony. Having lost his fingers and been crushed, he was in excruciating pain and cold sweat poured down his face.

"Sheng Sheng... don't agree to him, Father won't... ah!"

Wen Zhi squatted down, his fair and bony hands gripping the hilt of the knife, the blade pointing downwards.

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips, and slowly plunged the knife into his ring finger: "You were right, she really doesn't like me. I'm very sad right now, so I'll cut off another finger of yours."

The gleaming white blade, sharp and cold, sliced ​​into flesh as easily as cutting vegetables.

Wen Yihan gritted his teeth, preparing to endure the pain.

"No, I promise you... Please don't hurt people... I promise to date you!" Wen Yisheng's almost broken sobs contained a resigned despair.

In that moment of numbness, she thought that perhaps obeying him was the better choice. At least that way, it wouldn't implicate others.

There's no escaping it now.

Being entangled with this complete monster, she could only gain freedom by satisfying his obsession, obediently submitting, and letting him possess her until he grew tired of her.

Wen Yisheng's blank face was covered in tears. She resigned herself to her bad luck, perhaps it was destined that she would suffer the belated retribution from the moment she entered the Wen family and enjoyed Wen Zhi's care and protection.

The moment Wen Yisheng relented, Wen Zhi swiftly sheathed his sword.

Wen Yihan's ring finger was saved, only slightly cut, but he was overcome with grief and indignation: "Sheng Sheng... it's my fault..."

The smile that had risen in Wen Zhi's eyes faded as he suddenly realized that Wen Yisheng had only agreed to date him because he had threatened her with Wen Yihan.

He raised his foot and kicked him in the stomach.

Wen Zhi disliked the current atmosphere intensely, as if Wen Yisheng and Wen Yihan were a tragic couple, and he was the villainous older brother who broke them up?

Moreover, he suddenly realized that their names seemed to match quite well, even their pronunciations were similar, while his was a single character.

"Fuck you." Wen Zhi thought, her jealousy surging, and kicked him hard again.

Wen Zhi was wearing lace-up Martin boots; the black leather was very stiff, and kicking someone would hurt a lot.

Wen Yihan curled up on the ground, letting out a miserable scream as if he were half-dead.

"Wen Zhi, don't hit him!" Wen Yisheng immediately rushed forward, forcefully pushing Wen Zhi away, and protectively shielding Wen Yihan with her hand.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear and hatred: "I already agreed, why did you hurt him? What do you want?!"

Wen Zhi didn't say anything, but grabbed Wen Yisheng's hand and walked towards the car.

"Wait... his hand." His strength was terrifying. Wen Yisheng couldn't break free and anxiously turned around to see Wen Yihan lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Wen Yisheng clenched her other fist and punched his arm, tears welling in her eyes: "Take him to the hospital and get his finger set!"

"I won't." Wen Zhi reached out and opened the passenger door, coldly uttering a few words before shoving her into the seat.

Wen Yisheng's tears streamed down her face again. She was shocked by his cold-bloodedness and despicable nature, and struggled with her hands and feet: "You bastard! I don't want to date you anymore, what happened just now doesn't count... Ugh!"

He leaned half his body into the car, pressed her down into the passenger seat, and lowered his head to muffle her voice.

As always, it came on strong.

Like occupation or asserting sovereignty.

This time, however, he was more eager and greedy. He hadn't kissed her for three days, and he was so sick of eating candy that he almost threw up.

"Hello, girlfriend."

He slightly distanced himself, mumbled something, and smiled contentedly. Before Wen Yisheng could catch her breath, he silenced her again.