The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng let out a broken sob.

The kiss lasted a long time.

Like a wolf cub with eerie green eyes, after three days of starvation, it finally gets to eat meat and completely forgets to treat it gently.

—If you're not careful, it will break.

Wen Yisheng was always at a disadvantage in this regard, and the control was always in Wen Zhi's hands.

Wen Zhi's breath carried a faint scent of tobacco.

Wen Yisheng knew he probably smoked, but she had never actually seen him smoke during the year they lived together in Hetang Bay and the week he was under house arrest. Today was the first time.

The smell disgusted Wen Yisheng, and the memory of being brutally kissed by him at the beginning kept replaying in her mind.

She sobbed uncontrollably and pushed his shoulder, but her little strength was like a feigned rejection in front of Wen Zhi, utterly insignificant.

Wen Zhi took the initiative to slightly increase the distance between them.

He wiped away her tears with his fingers, his eyes burning with passion as he gazed at her: "Ah Sheng, I haven't slept well for the past three days... I've been thinking about you every night, it's so painful, I'm going crazy."

Wen Zhi gently pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling.

He said, "I'm thinking about how to punish you, what methods to use to make you regret it, so that you won't dare to betray me again and abandon me."

Slender, pale fingers ran through Wen Yisheng's soft hair, pressed the back of her head, and gently pecked her already swollen lips.

He smiled, his eyes tender and cloying: "But I'm not angry anymore, because you finally admitted you like me and agreed to date me."

"Although the process of admitting it was tough and difficult, baby, I love you too."

"..." Wen Yisheng's body trembled slightly.

She felt that Wen Zhi was now a mentally unstable and deranged lunatic.

You were the one who cut off Wen Yihan's finger to threaten him, that's why...!

Wen Yisheng almost blurted it out, but she managed to swallow the words back down her throat.

"Wen Yihan, your finger." She bit her lip, turned her head shakily, and looked out of the car. Wen Yihan was still lying on the ground, clutching his stomach and curled up in pain.

Wen Yisheng softened her voice: "I... let's take him to the hospital first, okay... ah!"

Wen Zhi's expression turned cold instantly. He grabbed Wen Yisheng's chin and turned her face back.

He forced her to look into his eyes, and said resentfully, "I'm confessing my feelings, why did you have to interrupt me because of someone so insignificant?"

"..." Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat, her tear-streaked eyelashes trembled, and she couldn't help but feel fear even though he hadn't done anything.

She was forced to meet his gaze.

Upon closer inspection, his eyes were indeed dark and bloodshot, clearly indicating that he had been staying up all night.

The scabs on Wen Zhi's face from the broken glass had not yet fallen off, and a thin, long scar was clearly visible under his eyes.

The overhead light cast a warm yellow glow, and his expression revealed grievance and resentment.

But those bloodshot eyes and the dark brown scars on his face, at such close range, only looked ferocious and terrifying to Wen Yisheng.

"Wen Zhi, are you out of your mind... please stop acting crazy." Wen Yisheng spoke timidly, her voice gentle, earnestly asking him to stop having another episode.

She even suppressed her fear.

She raised her soft, slender white hand and gently stroked his cheek, her fingertips brushing over the scar under his eye.

Wen Zhi was stunned for a moment. Her gentle voice and proactive touch seemed to have a magical power, strangely soothing the raging and dark beast in his heart.

"Ah Sheng..." The ferocious beast that was baring its fangs and claws in Wen Zhi's heart instantly shrank into a kitten.

He grasped Wen Yisheng's hand, which she was trying to pull away from.

He held her hand and rubbed it against his cheek, his eyes inexplicably reddening, his voice trembling with a fragile sob: "Ah Sheng, I really love you so much. I'm not crazy, I'm perfectly normal, I'll be good to you..."

"Are you done talking? If you're done, save Wen Yihan first." Wen Yisheng was really scared and anxious. She chopped off her finger.

If she wasn't taken to the hospital in time, she really wouldn't be able to get back. She had no mind to deal with Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi gritted his teeth, his eyes darkening again: "You keep talking about him. I'm injured too. Why don't you care about your boyfriend?"

Wen Yisheng was taken aback, feeling very uncomfortable with this boyfriend who had come through such forceful threats.

He looked him up and down a few times: "Where are you injured?"

"Here." Wen Zhi stretched out her hand delicately, her fair hand clenched into a fist, showing her the bruises on her knuckles. "They're all blue, and it hurts a lot."

Wen Yisheng was indeed momentarily stunned.

She looked at the bruises on the joints and quickly realized what was going on.

—He punched Wen Yihan too hard and too hard, and the reaction force from that force caused his joints to swell up a bit!

Wen Yisheng turned her head and glanced at Wen Yihan, a disabled person lying half-dead on the road, nearly unconscious, with a severed finger, and was speechless.

All she wanted to do now was pry open Wen Zhi's brain to see his neural structure and then conclude: There's definitely something wrong with your brain.

"I haven't finished what I was saying," Wen Zhi said, looking at her with tender eyes, "Ah Sheng, you're dating me because you like me, it has nothing to do with anyone else, right?"

"..."

Wen Yisheng couldn't understand what fun it was to force her to give a false answer like this, to deceive herself so blatantly.

"Mmm." She nodded wearily with her eyes closed, hoping he would finish his nagging soon so she could go and save Wen Yihan.

"Are you just brushing me off?" Wen Zhi was completely oblivious to the fact that he was acting like a beast who preyed on men and women. His fingers caressed her cheek, and he exuded a chilling aura. "Tell me."

Wen Yisheng was forced by his tyranny.

She opened her mouth: "...I only dated you because I like you, it has nothing to do with anyone else."

Who do you like?

"Wen Zhi".

"Say it in a row."

"I like Wen Zhi."

Wen Zhi took out a voice recorder from the inside pocket of his coat, clicked save, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He said, "From now on, I will fall asleep every night listening to my girlfriend's love confession, and I will set the recording as my phone ringtone."

Wen Yisheng's eyes widened, feeling goosebumps from his cheesy sweet talk. She reached out to grab the recorder, but Wen Zhi quickly put it away, fastened her seatbelt, smiled, got out of the car, and closed the door.

He strode into the driver's seat, pulled the handbrake, and didn't even glance at the injured person on the road.

Wen Yisheng's heart was pounding. He really didn't want to do anything about Wen Yihan: "Wen Zhi, you can't do this. If Wen Yihan's finger can't be put back on, I will be tormented by guilt forever, and I will never be able to forget him."

"Is this what you want?"

Without a second thought, Wen Zhi coldly replied, "No."

Before Wen Yisheng could continue, Wen Zhi picked up his phone and made a call: "Take Wen Yihan to the hospital and have his finger reattached intact."

Wen Yisheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief, slumped wearily onto the soft leather car seat.

~

Returning to Hetang Bay, Wen Yisheng felt utterly hopeless.

What's even more disheartening is that this time he's accompanied by the title of "girlfriend".

What does this mean?

Wen Zhi detained her before, wasn't his purpose to get a legitimate boyfriend status...?

Then...slept with...her.

.

Sleeping like a pancake.

He'll sleep until he's tired of it. Right? That's all that's on his mind.

just now……

"Get out of the car. What are you spacing out for?" Wen Zhi parked the car in the parking space, walked over to the passenger side to open the car door for her, but saw that her face was pale and she was absent-minded.

Wen Zhixin's heart tightened, and he reached into her upper body.

He reached out and touched her face; it felt cool. "What's wrong? Tell me, where does it hurt?"

"..." Wen Yisheng now felt that every inch he got close to was for a purpose.

She remained stiff and huddled in the car, unwilling to get out, her eyes darting around, her arms covering her chest.

A vigilant and defensive posture.

Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "What are you afraid of? Do you think I'd eat you?" He reached out and pulled her out.