The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

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Do nothing?

It would be a miracle if Li Feiyu believed him.

Although Wen Zhi said this, his expression was undeniably gloomy and frightening.

The cold, ruthless look in those backlit eyes seemed to want to tear him to pieces and drag him into hell.

Li Feiyu, panting heavily, glanced at the chaos on the ground, where his two friends were groaning in pain, clutching the bloody holes in their heads.

Li Feiyu had a premonition that as soon as Wen Yisheng was released, Wen Zhi would definitely kill him in the next second.

"I can let her go, but you, you step back first!" Li Feiyu had taken stimulants and was very strong.

Wen Yisheng suddenly opened her mouth and bit his arm, but he didn't seem to mind the pain; the hand holding her neck remained completely still.

Li Feiyu dragged Wen Yisheng against the stern railing, her upper body dangling in the air: "Or I'll just throw her into the sea right now!!"

Behind Wen Yisheng was the pitch-black sea.

The clear sound of seawater lapping against the boat filled her ears. Her throat tightened as she said, "Lan Feiyu, think it over carefully. I'm unharmed now. You can still let me go. I won't pursue the matter..."

"Shut up! My surname is Li!" Li Feiyu, with his dyed blue hair, roared. "Do you think your boyfriend won't hold me accountable?!"

"...I tried to persuade him, but he wouldn't."

"Yes, I can't," Wen Zhi said.

"Stop singing in unison, I don't believe you! Hands up and back off!"

Wen Zhi glanced at Wen Yisheng, took two steps back, and raised his hands to his sides.

"Let her go." His voice deepened.

Wen Yisheng looked disheveled and stared intently at Wen Zhi. She really hadn't expected Wen Zhi to appear, especially alone.

He was dripping wet, his soaked hair disheveled behind his head, his features fully exposed, and tiny, translucent water droplets slid across his pale skin. He exuded a powerful aura that blended refinement and wildness.

It would be a lie to say that Wen Yisheng was unmoved.

No one can resist this situation.

Wen Zhi is a psychologically twisted madman, with a contradictory soul residing in his body that is half pure evil and half gentle affection.

Regardless of which one it is, it is an extreme and deep love for Wen Yisheng.

Wen Yisheng wasn't moved; she just felt that she and Wen Zhi were like two banyan trees with their roots intertwined, inseparable.

She thought inappropriately.

If, after being rescued, Wen Zhi were to occasionally act strangely, as long as he didn't stop her from dancing, she was willing to let go of her previous resentment and truly be with him.

-

A glint of light suddenly flashed in Li Feiyu's eyes.

Wen Yisheng vaguely saw what appeared to be a shadow on the ground behind Wen Zhi: "Behind him..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Feiyu covered his mouth, and in that instant, a solid baton struck Wen Zhi on the back of the head.

Wen Yisheng's heart clenched high.

Wen Zhi's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected it, and he turned aside to avoid it.

"Uncle Li!" Li Feiyu called out nervously.

The yacht driver, Uncle Li, launched a sneak attack from behind, but missed.

Thinking of something, Li Feiyu pressed Wen Yisheng even lower over the railing. If he let go, Wen Yisheng would lose weight and fall into the sea.

"I'll throw your woman into the sea right now!" he shouted deliberately, trying to distract Wen Zhi.

Uncle Li was very agile and swung his baton again.

Wen Zhi was indeed distracted, his eyes filled with gloom, and he blocked the blow with his arm instead of dodging it.

The dull thud of the stick hitting flesh was painful to hear.

Wen Yisheng's eyes were red with anxiety. Even though she was about to fall into the sea and was terrified, she bit her lip tightly to keep quiet so as not to distract Wen Zhi.

There's a common, off-the-beaten-path love quote: "A rogue who falls in love can't even hold a knife properly."

Besides being an expert with knives, Wen Zhi was also skilled in close combat. He could have easily countered and killed Uncle Li, who had launched a sneak attack.

But there was no counterattack at that moment.

"Don't... touch... her!"

Wen Zhi's throat bobbed out a cold, hard, and hoarse sound, suppressing the anger that was about to burn up.

He was kicked to the ground by Uncle Li, and his back was hit by the baton again and again.

Wen Zhi seemed to feel no pain.

Her bloodshot eyes stared at Wen Yisheng, her outstretched fingers trembling: "I beg you... don't touch her..."

Wen Yisheng's entire upper body was suspended in the air.

She couldn't see Wen Zhi, but the damp, cool wind carried his voice over.

Wen Yisheng couldn't hold back her tears; she felt an indescribable sadness.

How could Wen Zhi, a cold-blooded and arrogant person at heart, beg for help in such a humble manner?

"Hahaha, then kneel down and kowtow to me!" Li Feiyu burst out laughing.

He still harbors a grudge because he was beaten to a pulp by Wen Zhi in front of so many people at the Peking University dance studio last time.

That finally made me feel better.

But he was so pleased with himself, and because he was in high spirits from taking the aphrodisiac, he forgot himself and let go.

Wen Yisheng's long, seaweed-like hair was tousled by the cool, damp sea breeze.

...She lost her balance and fell into the sea; she couldn't swim.

Splash. The dark seawater splashed up.

"Ah Sheng!" Wen Zhi's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted hoarsely.

He dodged by flipping over, snatched the baton from Uncle Li's hand, and swung it hard down on his neck.

Wen Zhi's palm went numb from the shock.

Li Feiyu shrank back in fear, afraid that he would be next.

Wen Zhi didn't even look at him, but leaned over the railing and looked down to confirm Wen Yisheng's location.

He is afraid of water.

As a child, he was a test subject, one of which was a drowning test. He was placed in a huge water tank, and when the air in his lungs ran out, he suffocated and pounded on the glass wall.

Over the years, he has overcome many traumas and even learned to swim, but he is still afraid of the suffocating feeling of being surrounded by water.

"Uh..." Wen Yisheng couldn't swim at all, and her struggle with her hands and feet caused her to quickly lose strength.

She bobbed up and down on the surface of the sea several times, and within a few dozen seconds, the air in her lungs would be exhausted. Gradually, she lost the strength to struggle, and bubbles came out of her mouth and nose as her body sank.

"Ah Sheng..."

Without hesitation, Wen Zhi jumped into the sea after confirming her location.

Forget about shadows, to hell with them all, all he wants is Wen Yisheng.

-

Fortunately, there was a small deserted island nearby, only the size of a playground.

Wen Zhi swam over, and once he could stand in the water, he directly picked up the unconscious Wen Yisheng and ran towards the shore in a hurried and anxious manner.

Wen Yisheng lay quietly in his arms with her eyes closed, her lips bloodless and her skin as white as if it were transparent.

It looks like it will shatter and disappear in the next second.

"Ah Sheng... wake up." Wen Zhi was breathless with heartache.

"Don't scare me."

He laid her flat on the shore; she wasn't breathing.

Wen Zhi patted her little face, bent down to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, and his fingers trembled as he performed chest compressions.

No response.

"Don't do this... Ah Sheng."

He kept repeating the rescue method.

Wen Yisheng gave him no hope, remaining lifeless, her body as cold as ice.

"Wen Yisheng, wake up, please."

Wen Zhi roared, his head thrown back, like a desperate beast venting its panic and helplessness.

His chest ached as if a knife was twisting inside him.

Don't leave him.

You can do whatever you want, just don't die.

Wen Congnan's words finally came true for Wen Zhi.

Her smile, her gentleness, it doesn't matter if they bloom for another man. Please don't disappear.

boom.

Someone attacked from behind, slamming a baton hard into the back of Wen Zhi's head.

Li Feiyu arrived with his men, grinning maliciously: "Do you even know what kind of background Wen Zhi has? Things have come to this point; if he goes back alive, we'll all be dead!"

"It would be better to let them both die on a deserted island."

Uncle Li and the other two men were all injured, and now was a good opportunity to fight back.

A single thought of good versus evil led several people to contemplate murder.

Wen Zhi felt dizzy after being hit on the back of the head.

He couldn't fight back because his most precious treasure, the one he wanted to protect, was beneath him.

-

Wen Yisheng's fingertips twitched slightly.

Her memory and consciousness were confused. She suddenly choked on a mouthful of water, her dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heavy eyelids opened a crack.

"Wen...Zhi..."

Her pupils rolled, and she vaguely saw blood flowing from Wen Zhi's forehead and the corner of his mouth.

His breath fell on her face, hot and heavy, as he held her tightly beneath him.

The sound of a helicopter humming could be heard from mid-air.