The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The table was laden with delicious food, all of which were Wen Yisheng's favorites. Wen Zhi really had her tastes completely under his thumb.

have to say.

Aside from his possessiveness, controlling nature, and insatiable jealousy towards Wen Yisheng, Wen Zhi is otherwise a flawless boyfriend with a gentle butler-like (male mother) quality.

However, this person's intentions were not pure; he would often deliberately act a little lewd, attempting to seduce Wen Yisheng with his body.

For example, casually tugging at her collar reveals her fair collarbone adorned with a small mole and her Adam's apple.

For example, he rolls up his sleeves to show off his long, slender, and exquisitely crafted cartoon hand.

For example, in front of a window with bright sunlight, posing your face at the perfect, beautiful angle makes you look like an angel descended to earth under the light.

He used those little gestures that would have seemed greasy if overdone, just right.

Very casual yet elegant. Any more or less would be counterproductive.

Of course! Wen Yisheng could never be seduced by him, because she didn't even look at him properly!

After dinner, Wen Zhi indeed returned the phone to her, and Wen Yisheng nestled on the sofa to check it.

As soon as the computer was turned on, Wen Zhi sank into the soft sofa next to him and sat down.

He pulled her into his arms, his other arm resting on her soft, full belly: "Today is our first day together, a day to commemorate."

Wen Zhi pressed his face close to Wen Yisheng's ear as they looked at their phones together, his tone gentle. "Let's go on a date later, Yisheng. Where do you want to go?"

Wen Yisheng shrank her shoulders slightly; she still felt uneasy and uncomfortable about this kind of intimacy.

"...No need, I'm fine at home." She replied perfunctorily, brushed his hand away, picked up her phone, and got up to go back to the bedroom to check it.

She didn't want to date Wen Zhi.

In fact, she didn't accept this perverted boyfriend; she was only being coerced and threatened.

What kind of date is this? He's driving me crazy with annoyance.

Before Wen Yisheng could even take a step after getting up, she was grabbed by the wrist and dragged back.

"What are you doing!" Wen Yisheng was pulled into Wen Zhi's arms and sat on his lap.

She struggled angrily, but Wen Zhi reached out and grabbed her arm and waist, trapping her in his arms. He said resentfully, "What are you doing? I want to go on a date! A date? What kind of girlfriend are you?"

Wen Yisheng tensed up completely.

Based on my extensive past experience, sitting on someone's lap is really "dangerous".

I'm afraid that if he gets excited, he might suddenly unleash a huge bomb.

Wen Zhi wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said with a hint of grievance in his voice, "...This is my first time in a relationship, but Asheng is so indifferent to me. It's like only I am happy, and you don't care about me at all."

"..." Wen Yisheng really wanted to punch him twice to clear his head.

Does he have a misunderstanding about their relationship? Is this person capable of selective amnesia? Has he forgotten that she was raped?

Ke Wenyi Sheng dared not expose him, otherwise Wen Zhi would definitely have a breakdown and go crazy, at least his behavior was normal now.

"...Then you've made the arrangements. I have no dating experience either," she said resignedly.

Wen Zhi smiled, pursing his lips, and exclaimed, "It turns out we were each other's first love. What an amazing love story!"

Wen Yisheng: "..." vomited blood.

Wen Yisheng was really scared and wondered if he had some kind of schizophrenia.

"Let go of me. Aren't we on a date? I'm going to change."

Wen Zhi wouldn't let go and hugged her even tighter.

Wen Yisheng's hips moved along with it, making her presence too strong; she could clearly feel it through the fabric...

Wen Zhi placed his palm on her soft belly and rubbed it. She had just finished eating, and her belly was slightly curved, which Wen Zhi found particularly cute: "Baby, last night, I didn't sleep very well without holding you."

"I had a dream, a terrible nightmare," he said softly, burying his nose in the crook of her neck to sniff her tenderly.

Wen Yisheng dared not move at all.

I don't believe him at all. Nightmares? What nightmare could be more terrifying than him?

"You...you get out! You promised not to touch me like that, are you going to break your promise?!" She pinched the flesh on the back of his hand.

Wen Yisheng is ticklish, has a sensitive stomach, and doesn't like being touched.

Wen Zhi's eyes curved slightly, radiating an innocent charm: "How could that be? I didn't touch you inappropriately."

His claws moved upwards, finding the beautiful curve of the soft fabric, and then his vicious claws closed.

He breathed into her ear, a mischievous smile on his face: "That's more like it."

"...Shameless." Wen Yisheng's ears burned red with anger.

She was furious, shielding herself with her arms and turning to hit him, "You..." but was instead kissed squarely.

"My second kiss of the day." He kissed her, one hand around her waist, and pushed her onto the sofa to kiss her again.

The sofa was soft and spacious, but it was clearly too cramped to accommodate the two of them, as it couldn't compare to a bed.

~

Wen Yisheng returned to the bedroom half an hour later.

She locked the door, walked to the mirror, and unsurprisingly saw that her lips were swollen and red, as if she had just received an overdose of lip augmentation injections.

Damn it, I really regret focusing on the number of kisses and not setting a time limit for them.

Wen Yisheng cursed Wen Zhi a few times in her heart as usual.

Turn on your phone.

I've been out of contact with the outside world for the past week, but my phone is completely empty. Apart from spam text messages, there aren't even any missed calls, which means Wen Zhi has clearly taken care of it.

There are quite a few read messages in my WeChat.

However, because of Wen Zhi, her circle of friends is small. Apart from Wei Lan and Ye Hehua, there are only a few female classmates in the department.

All the concern and inquiries they sent via WeChat were deflected by Wen Zhi using her tone and identity, with the perfect excuse of "taking leave to go back to her hometown to visit a sick relative."

Scrolling down the message screen reveals a WeChat message from Teacher Mi from Fanxing Dance Studio, asking why she hasn't been dancing lately.

Wen Yisheng tidied her words and typed a reply.

She turned off her phone and stared blankly at herself in the mirror for a while.

Counting the days, there are only nine days left until the start of the dance competition...

"Ah Sheng, have you changed your clothes?" Wen Zhi's voice came in with a knock on the door. "It's cold outside, wear more clothes."

Wen Yisheng went to the dressing room and casually picked out an outfit to put on.

However, every piece of clothing she wore was handled by Wen Zhi. He always had a refined and beautiful aesthetic sense, and every piece of clothing he made was of excellent style and fabric.