The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Zhi was slightly taken aback, the tenderness in his eyes faded, and his gaze dimmed.

This beautiful dream was too short; it was shattered in the blink of an eye, pulling him back to reality.

Wen Zhi stared at her cold profile, his heart aching. Wen Yisheng's disgusted and confrontational gaze made him feel angry and sad.

"It's time to go home." He casually picked up their coats and grabbed her wrist.

Wen Yisheng didn't want to go back to the place where only she and Wen Zhi were, but she was like prey with a hunter holding her by the back of the neck, only able to offer her neck for slaughter.

Ye Hehua looked at the two of them, then suddenly stood up and said, "...Sheng Sheng, it's been a long time since we had a proper chat. Why don't you sleep in my dorm tonight?"

A hint of displeasure flashed in Wen Zhi's eyes.

Wen Yisheng clearly wanted to go, her bright and hopeful eyes meeting Ye Hehua's.

Wen's grip was terrifyingly strong; her thin wrist ached from being squeezed so tightly. She struggled, asking, "I want to go, is that okay?"

Wen Zhi's lips curved into a cold smile: "What do you think?"

Then, without giving any room for negotiation, she forcefully dragged Wen Yisheng out of the private room.

~

It was almost nine o'clock when Wen Yisheng returned to Hetang Bay. As soon as she entered the house, she went straight to the bedroom, slammed the door shut with a bang, and locked it from the inside.

Wen Zhi stared at the door with a gloomy look in his eyes, then suddenly turned his head and chuckled.

Her temper is getting worse and worse.

Wen Zhi ignored her, went into the bathroom to wash off the smell of hot pot, and after washing up, put on the matching pajamas with Wen Yisheng and went to the study.

The study is designed with a high-tech feel, featuring a minimalist white color scheme. In addition to books, three computers are set up in front of the curved table.

Wen Zhi sat at the table, simultaneously operating two computers in his right hand, with data codes rapidly changing on the screens.

On the far left screen, however, was a high-definition surveillance video of Wen Yisheng's bedroom. Wen Zhi was working, but his eyes kept glancing at the monitor, as if he could only feel at ease if he kept a close eye on it.

It was already 11 p.m. when the data was processed. In the surveillance footage, a slender figure was seen on the bed in the bedroom; she was already asleep.

Wen Zhi stretched his neck, shut down the computer, took out the key from the drawer, and went to her bedroom.

Why should we sleep separately? He shouldn't have spoiled her. We'll have to sleep together sooner or later. Why put up with it? No matter how much he tries to tolerate her, she never gives him a kind look.

Wen Zhi used the key to open the door and went inside, turning on the rabbit nightlight beside her bed.

Wen Yisheng was fast asleep, half of her face buried in the blanket, her skin as delicate as porcelain, her long eyelashes hanging quietly, and she looked soft and very well-behaved.

Wen Zhi sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, gently stroking her cheek with his fingertips, his eyes soft and affectionate.

While asleep, Wen Yisheng suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of oppression, as if a dark shadow was swaying around.

Then she was startled awake. When she opened her eyes, she saw Wen Zhi's face. What could be more terrifying than this?

--No!

She instantly snapped awake, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, terrified, her voice trembling.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night...?"

"Why are you barging into my room again? Get out."

Wen Zhi didn't feel guilty when he saw that she had woken up, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

A smile played on his lips as he gently rubbed her lips with his thumb, his actions revealing an undisguised and blatant desire.

Her voice was pure and innocent: "But I just want to sleep with Ah Sheng, what should I do?"

"You have no idea how uncomfortable I was sleeping. I thought about you all night. I got so excited just thinking about Ah Sheng sleeping next door. I really wanted to carry you to my room and make you cry. It was so hard to hold back."

"..." Wen Yisheng's face turned pale instantly.

He's saying those vile and shameless things again.

He had a refined and gentle face and spoke in an infinitely gentle tone, but his mouth was utterly wicked.

The enclosed space contained only the two of them, and Wen Yisheng was especially afraid that he would actually force himself on her: "You promised you wouldn't force me."

"Yes, we agreed." Wen Zhi sighed softly.

"So I've been holding back, you know? If I wasn't worried about scaring you, I would have done it with you everywhere in the house by now—the balcony, the bedroom, the sofa, the bathtub, your dance studio…"

He spoke these words with remarkable calmness and seriousness, at a measured pace, his voice sounding even more magnetic and pleasant in the darkness.

Wen Yisheng couldn't stand it. She had never been in a relationship and was incredibly naive in that regard. She covered her ears tightly, trying to block out those vulgar and obscene words.

She had no idea what had gotten into him again.

"Get out..."

Wen Zhi smiled and leaned closer.

The two of them smelled alike, from the same shower gel that Wen Zhi had carefully chosen. The subtle fragrance permeated the air and blended with each other through their skin.

The nights in winter are especially dark; you can't see your hand in front of your face.

Only a small nightlight on the bedside table in the bedroom emitted a warm glow, illuminating a small area in the darkness, casting the intertwined shadows of the two people on the wall.

Under the dim light, he leaned forward, reached out and pulled back the obstructing blanket, revealing her small face.

Wen Zhi cupped her face, leaned closer, and rubbed his nose against hers: "I came here because I want to talk to you about something... Ah Sheng, I've been thinking a lot today, and I feel really bad."

Wen Yisheng's soft, long hair was loose, which made her face look even more delicate.

"What are you going to say..." His breath and body temperature felt like a venomous snake brushing against her skin, and Wen Yisheng suppressed the urge to scream and run away.

Wen Zhi asked, "Are you satisfied with my performance during this time we've been talking?"

"What...?" Can we break up if I'm not satisfied?

"You behaved so well when Qi Lin was here last night, but why did you change so much as soon as he left?"

Wen Yisheng found him baffling: "You're the one who told me to act all lovey-dovey and natural..."

"No." Wen Zhi reached out and gently pressed his hand against her lips, preventing her from speaking.

Wen Zhi's eyes darkened, his brows furrowing with suppressed rage: "I feel I've been lenient enough with you lately."

"You agreed to sleep separately tonight. You said you wouldn't let me touch you or touch you, and I would only kiss you and respect everything else. You avoided me all day at school and I didn't say anything. You didn't answer my calls or reply to my texts, but I wasn't angry."

"Are these real?"

Wen Yisheng pressed the back of her head against the headboard, her lower lip bitten until it was bloodless, and she dared not meet his dark and cold eyes.

It seems... to be true...

"I'm trying to change for Ah Sheng. I want to be your girlfriend, but what about you?"

He felt her heartbeat, as if he wanted to crush her heart and die with her. His voice was hoarse as he whispered in her ear.

Wen Yisheng cried out in pain.

"I'm trying my best to suppress my desire for that bullshit freedom you want. I know I'm being a little too protective of you, so I'm trying to change, but you just don't give me the time of day."

"I only realized today that it's not that you can't smile at me, it's that you're too lazy to even bother with a perfunctory smile. In your heart, I've always been just trash, right?"

"Since gentleness isn't working, let's try a different approach to getting along."

As he spoke, his eyes were lifeless, and his fingers traced down her cheek.

"...Don't do this." Wen Yisheng trembled, clutching her clothes, but it was too late.

He was like a wild beast that had shed its gentle exterior and gone mad; Wen Yisheng's struggles were of little use.

She even regretted being so cold and indifferent to him because of his words. Would he really change if she had?

A voice immediately popped into my head, rejecting the idea.

Wen Zhi is an insatiable abyss of desire; he will only take from her without limit, and his desires will never be satisfied.

Wen Yisheng's eyelashes were wet with trembling, fearful tears. She had never hated anyone so much, and Wen Zhi was truly detestable.

"Do I really have to make you so miserable that you can't get out of bed, and I have to tie you up at home so you can't go anywhere?"

"You'll never see anyone but me for the rest of your life, and you'll just stay home obediently waiting for me to come home and do what I want. Are you satisfied then?"

Wen Zhi now truly resembled a madman who had lost his mind; his eyes, hidden in the shadows, were stained with ferocious red blood vessels, making him extremely terrifying in both expression and aura.

He gripped her legs with a strength that seemed capable of breaking them: "You like this, don't you? Hmm?"