The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

He whispered a lot of vulgar and obscene things in her ear, the kind that are as perverted as can be.

It seems like they're using this method to vent their anger and resentment.

"Nausea?"

"You heartless ingrate, talking like you've never made me happy."

You really love your mouth.

"..."

"Why didn't you say it was disgusting back then? Who was it that was crying out in pain? Do you want me to show you the security camera footage?"

"monster?"

"You'll only ever be with this monster of mine."

"..."

Wen Yisheng listened numbly and indifferently.

She was no longer ashamed and timid as before, and no longer covered her ears because she couldn't stand it.

"Have you said enough?"

Wen Yisheng reached out and pulled down her hospital gown, revealing one of her fair and smooth shoulders.

"Instead of talking so much about fancy methods, let's just put them into practice."

Her dark eyes looked at him, her lifeless pupils dull and lifeless.

"Come up." She went to unbutton her hospital gown.

"Try me," she said coldly.

"..."

Wen Zhi's lips trembled, and he fell silent for a moment.

His heavy breath brushed against her ear, whether from anger or from Gu Qian's anger, it was hard to tell.

"Do you think I wouldn't dare?" Wen Zhi's voice was hoarse.

Wen Yisheng struggled to unbutton her clothes with her uninjured hand, so she simply left them half-open.

Inside was a white tank top.

That year, following Wen Zhi, the food and quality of life were so good that his development was so good it was almost annoying.

Thin, slender strands supported it, making it appear as if it were about to break.

"Then let's go all the way." She was fed up with his constant threats and insults.

Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, her elbows and forehead were wrapped in bandages, there was a trace of lingering red in the corner of her eye, and her skin was a sickly white.

Like a holy and beautiful angel with broken wings under the moonlight, about to be shattered at any moment, she presents him with a posture of sacrifice and submission.

Wen Zhi's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The filth in his eyes was thick and intense.

His blood was tearing and screaming, wanting to possess her completely.

"One leg isn't enough for me to enjoy myself. Wait until your injury heals."

"I'll make sure you can't get out of bed."

After uttering his harsh words, Wen Zhi bit her and got up to go to the small kitchen in the next room.

This is a private sanatorium, so expensive that ordinary people cannot afford it. In addition to its perfectly equipped medical facilities, it also has suites like those in a luxury hotel, complete with kitchens, living rooms, and bathrooms.

It's a little past four in the morning, and it's still pitch black outside.

After a while, the familiar aroma of lean meat porridge wafted over.

"Are you hungry? Have something to eat." Wen Zhi brought over a bowl of porridge from the kitchen.

The room was warm and cozy. He was wearing a beige sweater, his eyes were gentle and kind, and his fair and refined face was smiling, as if the unpleasantness just now had no effect on him at all.

He brought the spoon to her lips and fed her, saying, "The temperature is just right, eat."

If Wen Yisheng used to have a temper, get angry, or get annoyed with him,

Now, she doesn't even make a fuss anymore.

Like a lifeless toy doll, she let him manipulate her. She opened her mouth and let him feed her, finishing a bowl of porridge.

A doctor came to examine the patient the next day.

Wen Yisheng's eyelashes fluttered, and she asked softly, "Doctor, how badly is my leg injured? Can it recover to its previous state?"

The doctor said, "Don't worry, the ankle fracture and dislocation isn't serious. As long as you rest well, it won't affect your daily life at all."

"Dancing?"

"As for dancing..." The doctor glanced at Wen Zhi sitting by the hospital bed and smiled kindly at Wen Yisheng, "If you heal quickly, the cast can be removed in forty days. After that, you can slowly do rehabilitation exercises. Dancing won't be a problem."

Wen Yisheng listened, then lowered her eyes in melancholy.

I wasn't very happy and stopped talking.

Before leaving, the doctor gave a few more instructions: "You must rest well. Don't get out of bed and walk before the cast is removed. If you cause secondary damage, it will be very serious."

"I understand, thank you."

Wen Zhi got up and saw the doctor out, exchanging a few words of advice outside.

When Wen Zhi returned, he saw that the television hanging on the wall had been turned on.

The screen shows a local TV station broadcasting a dance competition live.

Wen Yisheng sat on the bed, her dark, beautiful eyes watching the dancers gracefully performing on the stage on TV.

Longing, yearning, frustration.

Like a little girl staring blankly at a pretty princess dress in a shopping mall window.

Wen Yisheng remained motionless, watching the live broadcast of the match for more than two hours.

Wen Zhi leaned closer, reached out, and took the remote control from beside her: "You can't stare at the TV all the time. Give your eyes a rest before watching again."

Wen Yisheng remained silent, then raised her hand to grab the remote control from him.

Wen Zhi was concerned about the injuries on her legs and elbows, so how could he dare to actually take it from her?

Wen Yisheng snatched the remote control, gave him a hostile and wary look, and then turned her eyes back to the TV.

Wen Zhi pursed his lips and went straight to unplug the power cord.

Don't spoil her.

"I'll look into it later."

Wen Yisheng remained silent, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She threw the remote control at him, yelling, "Why don't you just die?!"

It was a very vicious curse.

Wen Zhi didn't dodge and was hit squarely, but he wasn't bothered at all: "Because you're still here."

The most difficult things are probably going to the toilet and washing up.

Wen Yisheng barely drinks any water, her lips are so dry they turn white, so Wen Zhi has to resort to force, pinching her chin and pouring water down her throat.

This caused her to feel the urge to urinate, and she became so weak that her face turned pale.

"I need a cane," she called out to Wen Zhi.

He smiled gently: "I am your personal human walking stick."

"Need to pee?" Wen Zhi asked, reaching out to hug her from the bedside. "What's there to be embarrassed about? I've seen every part of you I know."

Wen Zhi carried her to the bathroom.

Wen Yisheng felt so ashamed and indignant that she wanted to die, and she found him even more repulsive and hateful.

"Is this what you wanted? I broke my leg and can't even take care of myself. I can only rely on you. Your love is truly insidious and vicious."

"Wen Zhi, you're disgusting. I'm not afraid of you anymore. You can torture me however you want."

Wen Zhi paused, a bitter smile appearing on his lips, and looked down at her: "Was it all torture? Really, you never even liked me?"

"No, no!" she said firmly.

A hurt look appeared in his eyes: "Not even a little bit?"

Wen Yisheng hated it most when he seamlessly switched his emotions, sometimes obedient, sometimes fierce, and sometimes pitiful.

Wen Zhi wore countless masks on his face.

Beneath layers of false masks lies a cold-blooded, misanthropic, extreme, and indifferent true Wen Zhi.

Does someone like Wen Zhi really have feelings? Why did he become such a monster?

Was it innate? Or caused by external factors? Wen Yisheng thought, this cannot be a reason for him to hurt her repeatedly.

"Does it matter? All you want is me as a person. You don't care whether I'm in pain or not." Her words carried a hint of sarcasm.

The emotion in Wen Zhi's eyes faded.

"Then I'll tell you seriously."

"That night, I was indeed prepared to break your leg because I didn't want you to dance, I didn't want you to be on stage."

"The gazes that are directed at you are filthy and disgusting to me. There are countless blue-haired bastards fantasizing about you behind your back. Just thinking about it makes me go crazy."

"But in the end I didn't do it, not because I was afraid you would find out and hate me, but because I didn't want to see you hurt and bleed."

"I'm never afraid of the consequences of what I want to do. At worst, I'll issue you a death certificate and lock you up forever. Then Wen Yisheng will cease to exist in this world, and you'll just be my personal little pet, waiting for me to come home every day with your legs spread wide."

Wen Yisheng's fingertips trembled with anger. He actually... had thought of such a heinous trick.

Wen Zhi stared at her and continued speaking softly.

"But I didn't do that. I'm saying this to tell you that I'm not afraid of you finding out, and I will admit to you what I've done."

"Furthermore, I wasn't at school that day because I went to see my aunt and asked her to cross your name off the competition list."

"Even if you hadn't broken your leg, you wouldn't have been able to get on stage, so the person who broke your leg wasn't me."

He smiled and said, "Now you can believe I love you..."

Slap! Wen Yisheng slapped him hard across the face, the impact making her own palm go numb.

"Get out!"

Wen Zhi put her down: "I'll help you..."