The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Although she was used to his sudden outbursts of madness, Wen Yisheng was still frightened every time; this shadow had penetrated to the bone.

If there were a knife right now, she might not be able to resist breaking the law and stabbing it into his heart. She would be afraid, but she would also feel a sense of relief at finally being free.

Wen Yisheng probably guessed that he was trying to scare her.

Wen Zhi is completely incapable of loving.

Threats, intimidation, and coaxing—these are his usual tactics, all to get her everything.

Wen Yisheng seemed to have figured something out amidst this feeling of despair.

Her fingertips trembled as she gripped his hand, sobbing weakly, "I don't like this, Wen Zhi... I'm sorry, okay? I'm scared..."

"Are you scared?" Wen Zhi's thin lips pressed close to her ear, biting it slightly, and he smiled wickedly. "What are you scared of? The scariest things are yet to come."

The blanket was crumpled and mottled from her clutching, and her slender white fingertips trembled slightly.

Wen Yisheng suddenly tilted her head back slightly, pouted her lips, and kissed Wen Zhi on the cheek.

The dim light illuminated their small space. Wen Zhi visibly froze for a moment, his eyelashes snapping up, so surprised that he forgot to hide his astonishment.

Wen Yisheng has never kissed him first.

"I don't like this." After the kiss, Wen Yisheng stared at him nervously and aggrievedly.

Wen Zhi swallowed and touched his face.

Realizing something abruptly, he immediately lowered his hand, pressed down on her shoulder, and leaned in, his eyes lifeless and expressionless, scoffing, "One kiss and I'll let you go tonight?"

"What do you take me for? A dog you can fob off with a bone?"

He wants to continue.

It's something we'll have to do sooner or later, so why put up with it? We might as well let her get used to it beforehand.

Wen Yisheng's slender and graceful shoulders and neck seemed to be adorned with a thin layer of light under the illumination, making them alluringly white.

She thought for a moment, then said tremblingly, "Then... two kisses?"

Wen Zhi laughed as soon as he heard this, as if he didn't care.

The room was quiet for a few seconds, his eyes and brows hidden in the shadows.

A moment later, I heard his calm voice: "I want a deep and focused three-minute French kiss."

"..." Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment, bit her lip, and nodded gently.

The two switched positions.

Wen Zhi sat quietly, motionless, his deep and dark gaze fixed on her every move, like a dangerous wolf eyeing a lamb that had willingly offered itself up.

Wen Yisheng is shy and has never taken the initiative before. He always pounces on her, and now she doesn't know what to do with her hands and feet.

"Close your eyes," she whispered.

Wen Zhi softly hummed in agreement and obediently closed his eyes.

This made Wen Yisheng feel a little more at ease.

French kiss...

No, it was the kind of kiss he gave her, like he was eating her alive.

Wen Yisheng temporarily abandoned her morals in order to preserve her chastity.

Wen Zhi's face was beautiful, without a single flaw. Her thin, pale eyelids had delicate double eyelid creases, her nose was straight, and her lips were thin and pale pink.

Wen Yisheng took a few deep breaths, sat up, half-knelt opposite him, supported herself on the bed, and slowly leaned her upper body towards him.

She closed her eyes too, and the light bathed their eyelashes in a warm gold hue.

Just for a fleeting moment.

Wen Zhi's tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly, his slender fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and the bed sheet was wrinkled beyond recognition.

It was a feeling that was very, very difficult to describe.

It felt like an electric current was drilling into his skin and penetrating deep into his bones; he felt like his whole body was going to melt and go numb.

When Wen Yisheng came over, looking rather shy.

he……

Three minutes later.

The two opened their eyes, their foreheads touching. Wen Zhi swallowed hard, taking the initiative and wanting to continue.

Wen Yisheng dodged away, crawling back under the covers, her heart pounding and breathing erratically: "It's over, you can get out."

Wen Zhi remained silent for a while, clearly not satisfied.

He hugged her through the blanket, his voice low and husky: "Do you want me to sleep with you?"

Wen Yisheng thought he was going to back out, and felt extremely upset, inwardly cursing him: "No!"

"Goodnight, baby." Unexpectedly, Wen Zhi stroked her hair and actually walked out of the bedroom.

Wen Yisheng was still a little slow to react.

He really left. Just moments ago he was fiercely trying to seduce and tie her up, but a kiss made him leave.

~

From that night on, Wen Yisheng never dared to use the silent treatment on Wen Zhi again.

It was roughly the same as what Wen Zhi had said before.

She didn't give him a friendly look, often throwing him a sarcastic and disgusted glance. Her daily schedule was packed with studies; when she didn't have classes, she would go to the library or study room. She wouldn't eat lunch with him, and she would keep her phone on silent to avoid bothering him and rarely reply to his messages.

Because she was forced into it, she must have been crazy to be so sweet with him, but she overlooked the perverted nature of the man. This prolonged provocation almost pushed her into a cage.

Therefore, considering her chastity and safety, Wen Yisheng came to a conclusion: since she couldn't avoid him, she would try to let things take their course and get rid of him when she had the chance.

She still resisted physical intimacy, but she no longer showed it so obviously. Occasionally, she would get aroused by his advances, after all, she was a straight woman.

As long as Wen Yisheng doesn't have many men around her, Wen Zhi is relatively normal and won't restrict her freedom.

The two were like any ordinary college couple, and everything seemed to be moving in a perfect direction.

Wen Yisheng was one of the top students in the department.

Driven by interest, I participated in the election and successfully entered the school's broadcasting station, serving as a broadcaster for the school's English group.

Her voice was clear and pleasant, with a touch of gentleness, and her standard pronunciation exuded professionalism. It was broadcast to every corner of the college, and even students who were not interested in English would be taken aback by her voice and unconsciously turn their ears to listen.

On her first day in office, Wen Yisheng finished reading her speech and took off her headset.

The boy in her grade outside the soundproof glass gave her a thumbs up.

Wen Yisheng breathed a sigh of relief; in fact, she was extremely nervous when reading the script.

As I stepped out of the broadcasting studio, I saw someone standing outside: "Yueyue?"

"It's me, Sheng Sheng. You're amazing! I heard it's really hard to get into the Peking University broadcasting station."

Despite the cold winter weather, unlike Wen Yisheng who was bundled up like a bloated little white bear, Zhong Yue'er wore long boots and a short skirt, looking sweet and slender.