The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Today is Zhong Xu's birthday.

Zhong Yue'er, who was far away overseas, called with a sweet voice: "Happy birthday, brother! But I'm so sad that I can't be with you for your birthday..."

The coldness between Zhong Xu's brows subsided somewhat.

His younger sister, whom he had cherished since childhood, was his only family in his cold world. Even if she made a mistake, he couldn't bear to watch her be exposed and punished.

"I'm hanging up." Zhong Xu said coldly, ending the call.

I was still extremely disappointed. The image of that quiet and gentle face kept flashing through my mind, and I felt unbearably guilty.

He was willing to give everything he had to make amends to Wen Yisheng...

After hanging up the phone, I drove back to the Zhong family home. The car passed through a street I always had to go through. The city was bustling at 10 p.m., with crowds of pedestrians on the roadside and neon lights shining brightly on all kinds of shops.

Zhong Xu glanced out the car window casually, and his gaze suddenly froze.

At the entrance of a roadside bar, a girl in a gentle long dress is being harassed.

Zhong Xu's brow furrowed, he quickly found a spot to park, pulled the handbrake, slammed the car door shut, and strode over.

"Hey miss, can I add you on WeChat? Let's chat."

Wen Yisheng seemed to have been drinking in the bar, her cheeks flushed with a seductive blush, and the boy was grinning and blocking her way.

"It's no fun getting drunk by yourself. Let's be friends and hang out sometime."

"Get out of the way."

The boy persisted, his hand reaching out to grab her arm: "You're a student at this university, right? I am too..."

The next moment, the boy's hand was grabbed hard and he was pushed so hard that he stumbled and almost fell.

"Who are you?!" the boy glared.

Zhong Xu's eyes were cold and sharp: "Get lost."

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment, blinked before recognizing the person, and said in surprise, "Zhong Xu?"

The boy realized the two knew each other and awkwardly walked away.

Zhong Xu glanced at the dimly lit bar, then turned to Wen Yisheng, his expression slightly darkening: "Why are you here alone? Do you really like drinking?"

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes, shook her head, and then nodded. Her eyes and cheeks were pink, and her obedient little actions made her look a little pitiful.

Zhong Xu's heart skipped a beat, realizing he had been a bit too fierce.

"Where do you live? I'll take you back." He softened his tone.

"The dormitory," she said softly.

Zhong Xu's eyes were deep, somewhat surprised: "Where's Wen Zhi? Don't you live together?"

It would have been better if we hadn't mentioned this.

Upon hearing Wen Zhi's name, Wen Yisheng bit her lip, her eyes darkening, and a tear silently fell.

Zhong Xu was unusually flustered, a hint of panic appearing on his icy face: "Don't cry."

He didn't usually carry tissues, but he tightened his grip and wiped away her tears.

Wen Yisheng avoided him and squatted down on the ground, sobbing softly and suppressing her emotions, her shoulders trembling: "He... doesn't want me anymore."

Zhong Xu was stunned for a moment.

Upon hearing this, he realized that a sly, smug feeling had risen within him.

Zhong Xu squatted down, his throat bobbing, staring at the redness at the corner of her eyes: "Why did you two break up?"

Wen Yisheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, her tear-stained face possessing a unique, delicate beauty. She didn't want to say anything more, and just shook her head sadly.

Zhong Xu didn't press further, and restrainedly touched her hair: "Let's go to the car first."

The two got into the car.

Zhong Xu handed her a tissue. Wen Yisheng wiped her tears, then blushed and glanced at him awkwardly, saying, "Don't tell anyone, it's so embarrassing."

"You like him a lot?" Zhong Xu asked.

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes in silence, not wanting to speak.

Zhong Xu pursed his lips. The car was quiet for a moment before he turned to look at her. "Today is my birthday. Can you stay with me for a while?"

"Where's Yueyue?" Her eyes were pure and clear.

Zhong Xu averted his gaze and looked ahead: "Something came up at home; she's with my parents."

"Oh..." Wen Yisheng suddenly got out of the car, her pretty face smiling at him through the half-open window, "Wait for me, I'll be right back."

Zhong Xu watched her disappear around the corner.

More than ten minutes later, Wen Yisheng returned, her hands behind her back, her eyebrows curving into a smile: "Close your eyes."

Zhong Xu frowned slightly.

"Close your eyes, I have a gift for you." Her gentleness was like the lushness of summer and the tranquility of a lake in early spring, irresistible to anyone.

Zhong Xu closed his eyes.

Wen Yisheng got into the car. There was a rustling sound and the click of a lighter.

"You can open your eyes now," she said.

Zhong Xu already guessed what it was, and his vision was a little blurry the moment he opened his eyes.

The girl's smiling face, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, possessed a hazy, gentle quality.

She held a small cake in her hand, tilted her head and smiled: "Happy birthday."

Zhong Xu's heart tightened uncontrollably, and the corners of his cold lips slowly turned up. This was a completely different kind of excitement he felt from his own sister, and he was uncontrollably falling for her.

After they finished the sweet little cake, Zhong Xu took her home.

Wen Yisheng got off the car at the school gate.

Zhong Xu watched her slender back and felt a sense of emptiness welling up inside him. He took long strides and chased after her, saying, "I'll take you to your dorm."

"No need, it would have a bad influence." She waved her hand, her long dress wrapping around her slender body.

Like Cinderella at midnight, she only evokes a fleeting, heart-fluttering feeling before gracefully departing.

The smile vanished completely after he turned around.

-

It was almost 11 o'clock, the curfew time for the dormitories at Kyoto University. The roadside was quiet and deserted, with hardly any students left.

The streetlights cast a soft, warm glow on Wen Yisheng's face.

She knew exactly what she was doing. The only evidence of someone's crime could be found in Zhong Xu, the good brother who protected his sister—it was quite ironic.

Her memories of her past life show that she and Zhong Xu were indeed somewhat entangled.

Wen Zhi was convinced that she had betrayed him and slept with Zhong Xu. The misunderstanding between them grew bigger and bigger, and their extreme love turned into hatred that left them battered and bruised.

Wen Yisheng tilted her head back and gently exhaled.

I don't want to think about it anymore; just thinking about that person gives me a headache.

She quickened her pace. It was pitch black beside her; it was a secluded grove of trees by the lake, a well-known dating spot for couples near Peking University.

Wen Yisheng had no curiosity about that kind of place and walked forward without turning her head.

But suddenly a pair of hands reached out from behind the dark wall. Before Wen Yisheng could scream, her mouth was covered and she was dragged into the grove.

This is truly terrifying.

It's like walking down the street and being dragged into a cave by a man-eating beast the next second.

No matter how many times she experienced it, Wen Yisheng was still so terrified that her legs went weak.

Moreover, she truly had a deep-seated trauma, her nerves were extremely sensitive, and she suffered from night blindness, plunging her into a suffocating darkness.

"Ugh!" she struggled instinctively.

Of course, it was of no use.

The other person's arm strength was very similar to that of a certain person, and their methods were also exactly the same, but Wen Yisheng was not sure if it was him, after all, that person was sitting in a wheelchair during the day looking sickly.

The other party was also very rude.

Like a wolf that hadn't eaten meat in eight hundred years, he impatiently grabbed her chin and lowered his head to forcefully shove his penis into hers.

"Ugh... Get out of my way!" Wen Yisheng gritted her teeth, refusing to let him in.

other side.

He smelled of cool tobacco.

He gripped her neck with his five fingers, as if venting some kind of anger.

He bit her lip hard with his teeth.

The other person's laughter, deliberately louder, was close to her ear. He sniffed her neck and said, "Stop pretending. You just got out of a man's car. You still smell like him."

He moved his fingers up and pinched her chin.

"It hurts..." Wen Yisheng cried out in pain, opening her mouth uncontrollably.

The other person chuckled softly.

"You wanton, wicked woman." The other person's voice, as if grinding their teeth, rang out in a muffled, menacing tone.