The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Junior year is a period of heavy academic workload, but for a top student like Zhong Xu, it wasn't a big pressure.

He is good-looking and capable, and is a popular figure at school, but he is aloof and difficult to approach.

Zhong Xu's appearance was already rather cold, and at this moment his face was as cold as ice. He went straight to the second-floor bedroom as soon as he returned to the villa.

Zhong Yue'er was leaning back in her beanbag chair playing on her iPad, snacks tucked into her arms. She greeted him happily as he entered, "Brother!"

She smiled sweetly and opened her arms for a hug: "Brother, your birthday is in a few days. What gift do you want? I..."

Snapped.

Zhong Xu raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face: "Are you crazy?!"

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Zhong Yue'er turned her face to the side and froze.

Her hands trembled as she touched her burning cheek, her eyes widening in disbelief: "You hit me..."

Zhong Xu's palms burned, and he was momentarily stunned, but was quickly overwhelmed by the rising anger that was hard to quell.

The Chung family parents had a corrupt private life, and the siblings huddled together for warmth in the coldness of their family relationship. Chung Xu used his tender shoulders to protect his sister from a young age, always putting her first and even helping her cover up her crimes.

But he never expected Zhong Yue'er to be so ruthless.

"What did you do? Tell me what you did!" Zhong Xu's cold features were distorted with anger. "Li Feiyu is a notorious scumbag in the industry, a womanizer! What were you planning to do by tricking Wen Yisheng into his hands? How could you be so cruel as to ruin such an innocent girl!"

Zhong Yue'er couldn't hear what her brother was saying at all.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was so enraged that she punched Zhong Xu wildly and haphazardly: "You hit me! You dare hit me, I hate you!"

The boy's face was scratched with fingernail marks that were seeping blood.

Zhong Xu's clenched fist trembled as he abruptly shoved Zhong Yue'er away: "Have you gone crazy enough?!"

Zhong Yue'er stumbled from the push, her back hitting the table. She showed no remorse: "I didn't do it! Do you have any proof?"

"Why suspect me without evidence! Maybe Wen Yisheng just wanted something new and seduced Li Feiyu!"

"Still trying to deny it." Zhong Xu's eyes were full of disappointment. "You think you can get away unscathed by sending a message to Li Feiyu using a black card? The Wen family will track you down sooner or later!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yue'er felt a pang of panic.

Her face changed, tears welled up in her eyes, and she hugged Zhong Xu's waist, sobbing as she confessed, "Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong! I didn't... I didn't know Li Feiyu was that kind of person."

"Did something happen to Sheng Sheng? How is she?"

"She's fine. I heard that Wen Zhi was injured while saving her and was hospitalized. He hasn't been discharged yet."

A hint of resentment flashed in Zhong Yue'er's eyes. These useless young masters couldn't even handle the women handed to them.

"I was blinded by jealousy. Brother, please help me this one more time. I don't want to go to jail, sob sob. The Wen family won't let me get away with this..."

Zhong Xu closed his eyes and pushed her away: "Go abroad and behave yourself for a while."

"Go abroad?" Zhong Yue'er shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm not going. I still want to dance, brother!"

"Once they come to your door to arrest you and put you in jail, you'll have nowhere to run," Zhong Xu said calmly.

Zhong Yue'er's face paled slightly.

Her older brother has always treated her like a treasure. He is cold to others, but he cherishes her dearly.

But now, her brother not only hit her, but also treated her with a cold attitude.

Zhong Yue'er felt a chill in her heart; she didn't want to lose her brother instead of getting Wen Zhi.

"Brother, you'll always love me, right?" She hugged his waist, looking very aggrieved.

-

Wen Yisheng hasn't been sleeping well these past few nights, and she's been having nightmares all night.

Nightmare.

There is no nightmare worse than dreaming about Wen Zhi.

That was in their past life, during their sophomore summer vacation, on Wen Yisheng's twentieth birthday.

On their birthday night, the two stayed up until the early hours of the morning.

Wen Yisheng didn't even want to lift a finger, and leaned limply against his chest.

"Baby... Ah Sheng, do you like me like this? Hmm?" Wen Zhi hugged her and gently touched her cheek with his fingers.

He spoke in a refined and clean voice, uttering a few vulgar and lewd words, with a low, husky tone after satiation, which made the drowsy Wen Yisheng blush and her heart race, and she pinched his flesh.

"Don't say it." She buried her face in his chest, her exposed ears flushed red, her voice soft and gentle.

Wen Zhi lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. Just like a dog uses its scent to claim its territory, she was now covered in his scent from head to toe. She was his possession.

"Is it only me who can know about this in this lifetime, Ah Sheng? I'm a little possessive, don't have contact with other men, I don't like that."

After marking her body, he didn't forget to give her a soft warning.

At that time, Wen Yisheng did not realize the danger in his words. She was immersed in deep love. Her boyfriend was considerate and gentle, and his words were as sweet as honey, making her heart bubble.

Even if she's a little stingy, it's okay, she still loves him.

Wen Yisheng reached out and hooked her slender, white arm around his neck, then seriously bit his lip: "Then you're not allowed to get close to other women either, I'm petty too!"

The two of them...

They open up to each other, their love so deep that they can't live without each other, clinging tightly together, wishing their hearts were touching.

Their eyes met, locked in a tender gaze.

"I won't."

"Wen Zhi..."

"Um?"

I love you.

Wen Zhi turned the tables.

His large hands held her soft little hand and pressed it against the pillow; his knuckles were delicate and slender, and he slipped between her fingers.

Say it again.

"..."

It soon overflowed in the bedroom.

Wen Yisheng's slender fingers uncontrollably crumpled the pillow.

"No... Wen Zhi... I'm not feeling well."

"..."

"Then why are you still flirting with me? You're asking for it."

He said those weird things again, and Wen Yisheng was so angry that she reached out and pinched his cheek.

He's usually so polite and innocent, why is he suddenly acting like this?

"Who taught you that? Those kinds of words...it's so weird, don't say that."

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her eyes were moist like clear glass.

Wen Zhi smiled: "Don't you like this?"

His eyes gleamed with undisguised pleasure, which Wen Yisheng found unbearable and too embarrassing. She raised her hand and covered his eyes, saying, "I don't like it."

Wen Zhi let her cover her eyes, and the corners of his lips curved upwards.

"I said it because that's what I was thinking. I used to hold it in for so long."

"Huh? What do you mean? Was your previous innocence all an act?!"

Wen Yisheng wasn't angry, but she was surprised that her usually mature and serious boyfriend was actually a closet pervert.

Wen Zhi curled his lips into a smile, his voice casual: "Yeah, I'm very bad."

"Ah Sheng, you better behave, or you'll be locked up."