The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Their relationship became increasingly stable, no different from that of an ordinary young couple. Wen Yisheng thought she had Wen Zhi under her control, but this two-faced, seemingly refined but actually depraved man always gave her new despair.

That was the day before the dance competition.

Wei Lan knew that both she and Ye Hehua had gotten out of being single, but when she saw that the two of them were both bare-faced and not even wearing lipstick, she couldn't help but complain.

"You two are really something. You always have bare faces, yet you've managed to seduce two of the most handsome guys in college. It must make so many sophisticated girls who wear full makeup even when they go downstairs to take out the trash green with envy and jealousy."

"Especially you, the painter," Wei Lan changed the subject, pointing directly at Ye Hehua.

"Look at your terrible taste! A head of frizzy natural curls, reading glasses, a floral padded jacket, and black padded pants. We're college students at the forefront of fashion. Even my eighty-year-old grandma isn't as unfashionable as you."

"Lu Zhizhou's love for you is absolutely true love, true love!"

Wei Lan is usually quite sharp-tongued, and the two of them are used to it.

"It's fine." Wen Yisheng touched Ye Hehua's hair.

"What a load of rubbish! Today, let Sister Lan give you two newbies a complete makeover!!"

Wen Yisheng and Ye Hehua exchanged a glance, then grabbed their schoolbags and ran off in tacit agreement.

Wei Lan grabbed the two of them by the collar and threw them into an empty classroom.

It was clear she had planned this in advance and had wanted to dress them up for a while. She made a phone call, and Xu Lang quickly brought over a makeup case, fully equipped.

Ye He took off the glasses she had drawn.

My hair was straightened and smoothed by using a hair straightener three times.

Wei Lan pressed her down and applied various professional cosmetics to her face, while Wen Yisheng exclaimed in surprise and handed her the tools.

Wen Yisheng was actually fine. She knew how to do basic makeup for performances, but she was just lazy. Besides, she didn't want to dress up for a date with Wen Zhi.

but……

Ye He's makeup is basically finished.

Wen Yisheng was dumbfounded and rubbed her eyes.

"You're so beautiful, Huahua."

Ye Hehua's curly hair was straightened, making it smooth and compliant. Without her heavy eye sockets, her nose bridge was small and firm. Her eyebrows were slightly trimmed, making her look delicate. She had long eyelashes and clear eyes.

Wei Lan was also surprised. She wondered if she had some kind of magic touch when it came to makeup. Then she realized, "I didn't realize I had such a good foundation."

"You've hidden your talent well in painting! Lu Zhizhou has struck gold!"

Ye Hehua felt very uncomfortable, as if there was something on her face. She grabbed her glasses and put them on: "It's time, it's time for Sheng Sheng, let's deal with her."

Wen Yisheng shook her head: "...I think I'll pass."

"Why don't you want her anymore!" Wei Lan turned to Xu Lang, who was sitting in the front row reading a book, and said, "Hey, send a message to Wen Zhi and Lu Zhizhou and tell them to come and pick up their wives quickly, or I'll have already run away with them."

Wei Lan grabbed Wen Yisheng and pressed her down, and Ye Hehua also helped.

"A bunch of stinky men, how beautiful, they got off easy."

"Xu Lang, don't tell Wen Zhi." Wen Yisheng's face was covered in powder, but she still managed to shout it out.

Xu Lang, sitting in the front row, raised his phone: "Uh, sorry, the message has already been sent."

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips sullenly. The thought of him coming made her feel awkward. That narcissistic pervert would definitely think that she was putting on makeup for him to see.

Even without makeup, Wen Yisheng could seduce Wen Zhi like a dog in heat.

This kind of makeup would be deadly.

Her skin was flawless, and her features were impeccable, so Wei Lan only gave her a simple nude makeup look, adding a touch of shimmer to her eyelids, applying mascara to her upper and lower lashes, a pure and alluring lip gloss, and curling her loose hair into waves.

If Wen Yisheng was beautiful without being flashy before, now she is the kind of beauty that catches the eye and makes people linger in a crowd.

"What the hell is this makeup genius?! How can everything look so beautiful!" Wei Lan exclaimed excitedly.

Ye Hehua sat to the side, stunned, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Wen Yisheng picked up a small mirror and looked at herself, feeling extremely awkward. "Why do I look like a female demon..."

"How can you describe yourself like that? But you perfectly embody the idea of ​​being both innocent and alluring."

"If you're a female demon, then Wen Zhi, this Tang Sanzang..."

"Haha, I bet he couldn't resist and broke his vow on the spot. The first hurdle on his journey to the West was taken down by you, you little devil."

Wen Yisheng couldn't stand Wei Lan's teasing, and immediately blushed, saying, "...Don't talk nonsense."

As the group chatted and laughed, Xu Lang walked out of the classroom: "They're here. I'm going out to greet them."

"Here it comes, here it comes, it's so beautiful it'll blind their dog eyes."

Wen Yisheng felt inexplicably nervous. She lowered her head, not wanting Wen Zhi to see her, as she felt he would secretly laugh at her.

Xu Lang arrived with his men.

Lu Zhizhou walked in, saw the group, and asked curiously, "Hey, where's my painting?"

Wei Lan took the glasses Ye He had drawn; the change was so drastic that Lu Zhizhou didn't recognize them.

Wen Yisheng looked up at the sound, paused for a moment, and saw no Wen Zhi.

She glanced towards the classroom door; he wasn't there.

Wei Lan chuckled and pointed at Ye Hehua: "Open your eyes and see who this is."

Lu Zhizhou actually walked closer, blinked, and looked at her with slight doubt: "Beautiful lady, you look familiar."

He paused for a full three seconds, then suddenly gasped in shock, as if he'd seen a ghost: "Holy crap! Drawing?"

Ye He's expression is blank in the image.

Because of her severe nearsightedness, she couldn't see Lu Zhizhou's expression clearly, but she felt deeply ashamed at that moment.

Wei Lan was laughing so hard she could hardly contain herself.

Lu Zhizhou lifted Ye Hehua's chin and leaned closer to examine it: "Wife, you've changed your face, but you still look pretty. Hmm, you looked pretty before too."

"Get out." Ye Hehua pushed his hand away.

Wei Lan turned her gaze to Wen Yisheng, who was also smiling, but seemed a little disappointed.

"Where's Wen Zhi? Why isn't he here yet? Otherwise, I'll kidnap Sheng Sheng!" Wei Lan asked Lu Zhizhou.

Lu Zhizhou said, "I haven't seen Brother Zhi."

Xu Lang glanced at his phone: "He hasn't replied to my message either."

"He must be busy and didn't see it. It's impossible for Brother Zhi not to reply to messages related to Xiao Shengsheng. I'll give him a call."

"Stop hitting him, I'll hit him myself. You two have a date, go have fun." Wen Yisheng smiled and pursed her lips.

Lu Zhizhou did have other plans. He pulled Ye Hehua away, and before leaving, he politely complimented Wen Yisheng: "Beautiful, Brother Zhi will be smitten by you."

Wen Yisheng chuckled. He was being irreverent, but he seemed genuinely interested in painting.

Xu Lang also intended to take Wei Lan away, as there were many young couples on the street at this time, creating a pleasant atmosphere.

Wen Yisheng sensed something was amiss. She took out her earphones and notebook: "Lanlan, you go first. I still have some classwork the professor assigned that I haven't finished. I'll leave after I finish it."

Wei Lan nodded: "Alright then."

In the corridor, a figure hidden in the shadows seemed lost in thought after watching Wei Lan leave.

Once everyone had left, the classroom became quiet.

Wen Yisheng glanced at her watch. It was six o'clock. In winter, it gets dark early, and the sky outside the window was already getting dark.

Wen Yisheng lifted a strand of wavy hair from her shoulder with her fingertips, feeling inexplicably annoyed. She puffed out her cheeks in a huff and started doing her homework.

A moment later, the phone rang.

It was Wen Zhi calling.

Wen Yisheng took a deep breath, took off her earphones, answered the call, and said in a less than friendly tone, "What?"

A soft, gentle male voice came from the other end: "I had something to do and wasn't at school. I'll come pick you up now, but it'll take half an hour. Are you angry?"

"Why should I be angry? It would be better if you didn't come."

Wen Zhi smiled gently: "Really? Lu Zhizhou said you were waiting for me, and you looked especially beautiful. I can't wait to see you."

Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat: "I wasn't waiting for you, I was doing my homework. Don't come any further, I'll go home by myself!"

She hung up the phone after saying that.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yisheng's mind was still blank. She touched her burning face in a daze.

What's going on? Is she shy?

Wen Yisheng's mind was in a mess, and she couldn't do her homework anymore. She hurriedly packed her schoolbag and left the classroom.

There was no one left in the teaching building at this time.

Wen Yisheng went downstairs in a daze.

Why is she shy? Was she flirted with by Wen Zhi? Does she like him? How could she possibly like a pervert?

Undeniably, aside from his possessiveness, Wen Zhi is otherwise a perfect and devoted boyfriend.

If it weren't for her previous experiences, she would have already fallen for his charms.

After Wen Yisheng started dating him, she constantly reminded herself not to be bewitched by this pervert.

But now...

Should she forgive him? It seems she can't get over that hurdle in her heart either.

However, Wen Zhi didn't stop her from dancing; the competition was tomorrow, and he...

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream echoed in the hallway.

On an inconspicuous step, there were round, rolling marbles. Wen Yisheng, in a daze, stepped on them.

Then he lost his balance and fell.

She could hear nothing but the clattering of marbles on the steps as she rolled down the stairs.

An indescribable pain shot through my arms and legs, and the final blow was a dull thud as my forehead slammed against the wall.

Wen Yisheng vaguely felt blood flowing into her eyes.

She let out a weak, painful moan, as if her head was being torn apart.

Before losing consciousness, she seemed to see a figure rushing towards her.

Wen Zhi...