The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Shao Yi scratched his head, not thinking much of it. "That's the young master, he must be worried that Miss Wen might be in danger, so he used this method to lower her body temperature."

What was that saying again...?

In the eyes of doctors, patients are all the same regardless of gender; they are just a lump of flesh!

Young Master Wen usually loves to help the weak and has even treated the wounds of the Wen family's servants.

If it were any other boy, Shao Yi might have suspected ulterior motives, but since it was Wen Zhi, he wouldn't think much of it.

Young Master Wen is definitely not that kind of person.

He's a pervert who has inappropriate thoughts about girls and took advantage of Miss Wen while she was unconscious!

/

So hot...and so cold...

Wen Yisheng, who had fallen into a coma, felt extremely uncomfortable, as if she were trapped in a dark and turbulent place.

A cold, venomous touch lingered on her.

She can't breathe.

Her mouth was blocked by something, then released, then blocked again. It was as if something was torturing her relentlessly.

"...No..." Wen Yisheng was so tormented that she made a sound unconsciously, looking extremely pitiful and miserable.

If she wakes up, she will find herself lying in the car seat.

Someone was 'honest and innocent' trying to cool her down.

The temperature is dropping, and there's nothing you can do about it through your clothes.

Wen Zhi sighed helplessly, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to see Xiao Asheng this way either..."

but…

Well, okay, saying you have absolutely no ulterior motives is utter nonsense.

Wen Zhi shrugged and admitted... he did have a tiny bit of selfish motive!

So what? He had already designated Wen Yisheng as his private property. He didn't mind Wen Yisheng looking at his body, and correspondingly, she couldn't refuse to be looked at by him!

Even though he never got Wen Yisheng's permission.

But madmen always have their own theories. Like mental disorders, they have absolutely no psychological or moral standards of burden, compassion, or guilt.

"It's starting now."

Despite his handsome and gentle appearance, he committed the most heinous and shameless acts.

Madmen have no sense of shame.

/

Almost an hour later, Shao Yi finally got back into the car.

He glanced at Wen Yisheng, who was still unconscious in the boy's arms, his face showing genuine concern: "Young Master, has Miss Wen's fever subsided?"

Wen Zhi glanced at him, his expression indifferent.

"Drive," he said gently, without answering.

Shao Yi didn't ask any more questions and focused on driving.

Wen Zhi looked down at Wen Yisheng, raised his hand to touch her hair, and seemed to be deep in thought.

This driver is really an eyesore.

Or should we fire him?

Shao Yi: "..." Danger!!!

/

When Wen Yisheng woke up, she found herself back at the Wen family home, sleeping in her own room.

She groggily sat up in bed and looked around.

Beyond the white gauze curtains lay a somber, deep blue.

It was already evening. So she had been unconscious for most of the day since noon?

Knock knock, someone gently knocked on the door and then came in.

It was Aunt Fang, the maid, a dignified and serious middle-aged woman.

Seeing that she was awake, Aunt Fang said, "Miss Wen, you shouldn't eat greasy food right after waking up. I asked the kitchen to make you some porridge. Would you like some now?"

Wen Yisheng rubbed her stomach; she was indeed a little hungry…

She smiled, her eyes crinkling, "Thank you for your help, Aunt Fang."

Wen Yisheng raised her hand and saw needle marks on the back of her hand.

Aunt Fang explained, "You had a high fever this afternoon, so Dr. Li gave you an IV drip."

"Oh..." Wen Yisheng remembered that she seemed to have fainted on the way back...

She glanced down at herself and realized she was wearing—pajamas?

Wen Yisheng had no idea what had happened while she was unconscious. She pursed her lips and couldn't help but ask nervously, "Aunt Fang, did you change my pajamas?"

Aunt Fang paused slightly.

His sharp, inquisitive gaze fell upon the delicate face of the girl in front of him.

"I changed it," Aunt Fang replied.

Wen Yisheng breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking, "That's good."

Although Wen Zhi couldn't possibly change her clothes, he still felt more at ease asking for an answer.

Wen Yisheng was feeling much better, so she didn't want Aunt Fang to bother her and went downstairs to have her meal by herself.

But Wen Zhi was nowhere to be seen.

Thinking about how much trouble she had caused him today, Wen Yisheng sighed. She clearly wanted to avoid him…

"Aunt Fang, isn't Wen Zhi home?" She wanted to thank him, so she asked.

Aunt Fang replied, "No, Young Master Wen went out just now."

"Oh..." Wen Yisheng nodded.

But it's so late, almost nine o'clock, where is he going?

But this has nothing to do with her.

/

The next day, Wen Yisheng went to class at Fanxing and found that the driver who took her there had been changed.

She asked curiously, "Uncle driver, where is Brother Shao Yi who used to take me?"

The driver, wearing sunglasses, ignored Wen Yisheng completely.

Wen Yisheng: "..." What a cold and aloof uncle.

When Wen Yisheng arrived at Fanxing, she heard several girls chatting together in the dance studio, and they all looked rather unwell.

"Gu Xuan had an accident; she was admitted to the ICU last night!" she vaguely heard.