The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng remained silent, bearing the burden of the situation.

He whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"That kid thought I forced you, and wanted to be a dragon slayer to save you," Wen Zhi said, seemingly finding it ridiculous. "Forced? Did I force you? We're in love, aren't we?"

"..." Shameless madman.

"So, when he comes later, Ah Sheng should act happy and natural. Only when we're affectionate can he give up, right? That's the simplest and most effective way."

Wen Yisheng frowned as she looked at him, and he gently reached out to smooth out the cute little vertical lines between her eyebrows.

Wen Zhi's voice was soft, but his words carried a chilling threat: "After all, Asheng doesn't want anything to happen to him suddenly, what if he ends up half-dead and crippled at such a young age..."

He paused, then chuckled softly against her ear.

"That would be so unfortunate, wouldn't it?"

His voice and body temperature seemed to penetrate clearly into every pore of her skin.

Wen Yisheng felt a chill run down her spine. She gripped Wen Zhi's snow-white shirt tightly with her fingertips and nodded, "I understand."

Wen Zhi reached out his hand to her.

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment, then took his hand. Wen Zhi smiled and led her back to the private room.

Surprisingly, Qi Lin arrived while they were out.

The hot pot broth was bubbling away, and the various dishes on the table hadn't been cooked yet. Lu Zhizhou was handing Ye He a small appetizer while talking to Qi Lin next to him, his expression not very pleasant.

The two walked in, and the private room immediately fell silent as everyone looked up at them.

Wen Zhi gently squeezed Wen Yisheng's hand.

Wen Yisheng took a deep breath, looked up, and saw that the soft lighting in the private room made her eyes look clear and moist.

A smile curved her lips, and her eyes curved into a sweet smile.

"Qi Lin?" Wen Yisheng was pleasantly surprised.

"Sister." The boy called out after a moment of surprise, his features showing a maturity beyond his first meeting.

"Mm," Wen Yisheng responded softly, as a polite gesture, without saying anything more.

"..."

She pulled Wen Zhi to a seat, reaching out for him to roll up the sleeves of her sweater, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the table full of meat: "Is everyone here? Can we start cooking?"

"Of course." Lu Zhizhou quickly realized.

He got up, picked up the meat that Wen Yisheng had been staring at, divided it into two pots, and poured it in. He deliberately said, "Isn't this all because I was waiting for you and Zhi-ge? You two are really mushy. You even have to accompany each other when you go to the bathroom. Don't you get tired of it?"

Wen Yisheng felt embarrassed and turned to glare angrily at Wen Zhi: "Did you hear that? You're not allowed to follow me anymore. It's so embarrassing."

Wen Zhi didn't speak, but reached out and touched her lower back, his eyes overflowing with tenderness and love.

The magnetic field between lovers is truly magical; their gazes seem to be drawn together by countless tiny threads, revealing unwavering affection, making others mere decorations.

Lu Zhizhou looked at the two of them and felt ashamed.

Xiao Shengsheng's acting skills amazed him.

Just a moment ago, he was looking dejected, following Wen Zhi around, practically wearing the words "I have no will to live" on his face.

Now, the two are like a couple deeply in love, their eyes practically glued to each other.

The group started eating.

Wen Yisheng was eating hot pot, but she wasn't good at handling spicy food. Sweat beaded on her nose, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Water, water!" she cried, pushing against Wen Zhi's arm for water.

Before he could hand it to her, she grabbed a glass of water and drank it down.

Wen Zhi, holding her cup, chuckled, "That's my cup."

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment, the spiciness making her face turn red, and her lips were crimson: "What's wrong with drinking yours? You're so lucky."

Like a grumpy girl throwing a tantrum at her boyfriend, her delicate and charming demeanor is irresistible.

Wen Zhi was momentarily lost in thought.

He was in a daze, a jolt of electricity coursing through his bones, as if awakening his dark heart.

...If only Ah Sheng could stay like this forever?

Hot pot culture is roughly about a group of relatives and friends sitting around, eating, stopping and chatting, and laughing.

Lu Zhizhou acted as both the humorist and the janitor at the dinner table, complaining about the oddballs at T University.

Wen Yisheng was amused and laughed, tilting her head to lean on Wen Zhi's shoulder. Wen Zhi looked down at her smiling face.

They were facing Qi Lin.

Qi Lin also chuckled a few times, but couldn't hide the dark and cold emotions in his eyes.

He stood up, gave Wen Yisheng a deep look, then turned to Lu Zhizhou and said, "Brother, a friend has something to attend to, I'll be going now."

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed his coat and strode away.

Lu Zhizhou paused for a moment, then followed him out, saying, "You guys continue eating, I'll see him off."

The private room fell silent immediately.

Wen Zhi grasped her soft fingers and squeezed them, his voice clean and gentle: "Are you full?"

Wen Yisheng's smile vanished, and she abruptly pulled her hand back.

The way he looked at him was like he was looking at a pile of garbage.