The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng was fast asleep, completely unaware that a terrifying monster was approaching.

The person pushed open the door, walked in, and turned on the light.

The room suddenly lit up, and the light fell on the person.

Wen Zhi was wearing a white lab coat, and perhaps because he had some delicate work to do later, he was wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, which was unusual for him.

His skin was translucent white under the light, his bangs slightly obscuring his eyebrows, casting a faint shadow, his lips were thin and pale, and his gaze was fixed on the slender figure on the bed.

He walked slowly toward his prey, expressionless, like a calm and elegant demon.

"Ah Sheng".

"You should know that I was originally reluctant to do this."

Wen Zhi pulled over a chair and put down a medical tray.

He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out, and gently stroked her face.

Wen Yisheng's sleeping posture was also very peaceful. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were dark, her lips were rosy, and her skin was as white as milk. She looked as exquisite as an angel who had fallen to earth.

"Ah Sheng, will you resent me?"

Wen Zhi looked at her and murmured softly, but of course no one responded.

It's 2 a.m. He hasn't slept at all, just sitting in his room staring blankly at Wen Yisheng on the monitor.

He was very rational; he thought it over and ultimately brought over these instruments.

He had made a solemn promise to Wen Yisheng during the day.

At night, however, they started doing the same thing—two-faced and hypocritical.

Human nature will not change.

A madman will always be a madman. Even if he makes changes, it's only to adapt to the new environment and things around him. His inherent indifference and selfishness will tear through his skin and be exposed again when threatened.

Wen Zhi leaned down and gently pecked her lips a few times.

"Forgive me."

He stepped back, moved a tall lamp over for illumination, put on sterile gloves, took out the prepared anesthetic, and injected it into her body via intravenous infusion.

Although she was given an anesthetic, I was still afraid she would wake up in pain.

Wen Yisheng's legs are beautiful, slender and well-proportioned, smooth and snow-white.

Wen Zhi pinched her calf with his hand, all the way down to her ankle, and tilted his head to think about which tendon to move.

He made his conclusion ten seconds later.

Wen Zhi reached for the scalpel, but the cold handle made him pause.

He looked up at Wen Yisheng, who was sleeping peacefully and quietly.

This is the girl he loves, Ah Sheng. What will his reaction be when he wakes up tomorrow and sees that his legs can no longer dance?

She loves dancing so much...

Wen Zhi was actually tormented and uneasy. He was sensitive and extremely insecure, which made him unable to bear the gaze of other men on her.

But ironically, she yearned for the stage and the dazzling spotlight.

He needed to imprison and control her to fill the huge void in his heart and soothe the twisted desire that burned and tormented him deep in his bones.

Wen Zhi was perhaps more skilled with a knife than a doctor. Before meeting Wen Yisheng, he liked to cut into flesh and blood, dissecting living creatures inch by inch, and creating lifelike, beautiful specimens that would be permanently fixed in a shop window.

At this moment, however… for the first time, the fingertips holding the knife trembled slightly.

His mind was filled with Wen Yisheng's clear black and white eyes, as if they were brimming with accusations, disgust, and hatred towards him.

Wen Zhi closed his eyes briefly.

When she opened her eyes again and calmed down, the sharp, cold blade slashed towards Wen Yisheng's calf.

Her skin is so delicate.

……

"Wen Zhi, you monster, why don't you just die?"

The girl's pale lips uttered a vicious curse.

"My legs can no longer dance, and you're happy with me being kept locked up at home like a pet dog every day."

……

The blade only needed to move to slice open Wen Yisheng's flesh.

Wen Zhi froze, his expression blank, but the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, his fingertips turning white as if he were fighting something.

A few seconds later, he suddenly threw the knife away.

Wen Zhi's thin back was hunched, his head was drooping, and he scratched his hair with his fingers, looking listless and on the verge of tears.

"Am I going crazy...?"

Madmen and ordinary people think differently; in some ways, they are two opposite extremes.

Wen Zhi felt that he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was going crazy. He shouldn't be like this. This wasn't normal!

Wen Zhi began to question what he considered to be a distorted "love".

He believes that absolute possession is the norm, and he will stop at nothing if necessary! Even if he breaks her leg, it doesn't matter... He will spend his whole life protecting her!

But he couldn't bring himself to do it, so does that mean he doesn't love Wen Yisheng enough?

And a few images just flashed through my mind.

It's probably because he was too tense, and his brain automatically associated the possible consequences of Wen Yisheng's leg being damaged, which is not surprising.

"Baby, baby... I love you." Wen Zhi lay on the edge of the bed, hugging Wen Yisheng's legs and sobbing softly.

He tried again to break her leg.

But the thought of Wen Yisheng bleeding made Wen Zhi completely unable to do it.

He struggled with this dilemma until dawn, when Wen Yisheng was about to wake up, and he was still frantically torn inside.

Until seven in the morning.

Wen Zhi took off his glasses, revealing dark circles under his eyes. He rubbed his dry eyes and went out to make a nutritious breakfast for Wen Yisheng.

"..."

Wen Yisheng woke up groggily with her hair all limp, opened the curtains, looked at the scenery outside through the French windows, and stretched.

I slept so well.

She had no idea what kind of ordeal she had just escaped.

~

The two went to school, and Wen Yisheng was still worried about Lan Mao.

But clearly her worries were unnecessary.

No one knows what methods Wen Zhi used, but there are no posts on the Peking University forum discussing Wen Zhi's beating. Two days have passed, and Lan Mao hasn't come to cause trouble or called the police.

Zhong Yue'er was very worried about her recently: "Sheng Sheng, Wen Zhi... how can he be so scary? I was stunned that day, it felt like he was going to beat the blue-haired guy to death."

"After knowing him for so many years, I really never expected Wen Zhi to have such a scary side. It's like he has a split personality. He's usually so gentle. Sheng Sheng, could Wen Zhi have mental problems?"

Wen Yisheng opened her mouth, unsure how to answer her.

It's perfectly normal for Zhong Yue'er to think that way.

"Perhaps, a little bit," Wen Yisheng replied dryly.

"Ah?" Zhong Yue'er looked terrified. "Then, you won't be in danger, will you, Sheng Sheng? You'd better not like Wen Zhi anymore. I'm really worried something will happen to you..."

Wen Yisheng smiled helplessly.

"This is not a choice I can make."

"Why do you say that? Could it be..." Zhong Yue'er was stunned, then shocked and angry, "Wen Zhi forced you?"

Wen Yisheng realized she had let something slip, forced a smile, and shook her head: "No, we're fine."

But Zhong Yue'er clearly didn't believe it: "No wonder you're so down when you're dating Wen Zhi. It must have been really tough for you living under the Wen family's roof. Wen Zhi is rich and powerful; it would be too easy for him to force you."

"Sheng Sheng, if anything happens, you must tell me. My brother and I will help you!"

Wen Yisheng was somewhat touched, and Zhong Yue'er was the first person to discover and stand by her side.

"Wen Zhi is really good to me. I have to go to the radio station, so I'll be going now." Wen Yisheng didn't want to involve Zhong Yue'er.

Zhong Yue'er stared at her back, the worry in her eyes fading away, replaced by a cold and ruthless look that didn't match her sweet appearance.