The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The kiss was so fierce and intense from the very beginning.

Wen Yisheng leaned against the rough tree bark, her back aching from the pressure. She tried to push him away, but he easily grabbed her slender white wrists, his grip so strong it felt like he was about to crush her bones.

Wen Yisheng was in so much pain that she burst into tears almost instantly.

Clearly, the other party came with intense malice and a sinister rage.

"No, please don't do this..."

Wen Yisheng was too embarrassed to struggle.

They can't even speak a complete sentence.

A broken plea escaped her lips: "I'm in so much pain..."

Her voice was like a gentle spring pond rippling with waves, carrying a trembling sob of suppressed humiliation.

The other party, however, became even more excited by this voice, which aroused their inherent bad habits.

But the force of plunder eventually softened.

"Is it exciting?"

Do you like it or not?

The other person's low, husky voice was close to her ear, his tone lewd: "Let's come here every night from now on to have our trysts, without your boyfriend knowing."

Wen Yisheng's vision was filled with darkness from which no light could be seen, but at the same time, her other senses were also amplified infinitely.

The rustling of fabric and the burning sensation intertwined in the darkness, creating a wildfire-like heat.

Wen Yisheng, unable to breathe, actually nodded.

She looks up.

They kissed each other back as if lost in ecstasy.

She took the initiative to put her arm around his shoulder, showering him with a sweetness that drove her wild.

"Okay..." she said.

"Your kissing skills are pretty good. If you're handsome, I'll consider making you my... third secret lover. Ouch!"

The person who was lost in sweetness suddenly froze.

Those gentle eyes, hidden in the darkness, were now filled with a thick aura of ferocity and gloom.

Suddenly, the other person bit her hard.

Wen Yisheng's lips were numb and bleeding; the pain was so intense that she could hardly feel her upper lip anymore.

"**."

The other person straightened up and, in a hoarse voice, hurled a very dirty and offensive curse at her from above her head.

When Wen Yisheng heard this, her ears turned red, but she forced herself to remain calm and refused to offer any explanation.

The person left.

He bit her with a mixture of jealousy and intense anger, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

-

Wen Yisheng leaned against the tree, exhausted.

Of course she knew who that pervert was.

In fact, Wen Yisheng had already guessed it when that person kissed her.

too ripe.

Regardless of which life he lived or whether he had amnesia or not, his technique for forceful kissing remained the same. He would say vulgar and lewd things, and even his controlling habit of stroking the back of her neck while kissing hadn't changed.

Now, he won't bother me anymore.

The pervert values ​​fidelity highly and has obsessive-compulsive disorder. Her suggestion that he become her third lover must have infuriated him. He might be feeling nauseous right now because of that forced kiss.

Although this way of splashing dirty water on oneself is really low-class.

Wen Yisheng walked towards the dormitory, feeling relaxed, and smiled.

As long as it works, she doesn't care what he thinks of her. Two lifetimes have passed; she refuses to believe she can't get rid of this filthy pervert!

"Ouch...it hurts." She stopped laughing and licked her still-bleeding lips.

Wen Yisheng's mood instantly soured.

My phone beeped with a message notification.

Wen Yisheng opened WeChat and saw a message from someone using a cat avatar.

[Hey girl, how was my performance outside the bar? /cute smile.]

Wen Yisheng sent him 200 yuan on her way back to her dorm to settle the remaining balance. Then she tapped the screen twice, turned off her phone, and focused on her path.

They haven't accepted the transfer yet.

Such a beautiful girl is more tempting than a few hundred dollars; he'd rather flirt with her and make her his girlfriend.

When you send another message, all you see is a huge red exclamation mark.

"..."

-

Wen Yisheng passed the interview for her application to be an exchange student in the UK. Due to her excellent grades and financial difficulties, she not only passed the school's tuition-free program but also applied for an exchange scholarship.

The school has dedicated teachers who are responsible for overseas exchange students, and they will patiently answer any questions you may have about your work abroad.

It's early May now, and she'll arrive in Edinburgh, England in early September.

Wen Yisheng is all alone, which means she has no burdens. Now that Wen Zhi is no longer bothering her, she is even more free and unrestrained.

Although going abroad was partly to avoid Wen Zhi, it was more about wanting to improve myself and broaden my experience.

Perhaps it's the memory of her previous life, the influence of being imprisoned on Wen Zhi's bed until her death, that makes Wen Yisheng yearn for the outside world and look forward to her year as an exchange student.

Look, she's doing really well without Wen Zhi.

Lunchtime in the cafeteria.

Wei Lan loved meat, and every dish on his plate was covered in meat, even his staple food was a meat pie.

Compared to her, Wen Yisheng was a pure vegetarian. Her meal consisted of rice with a small dish of broccoli, a salad, four boiled shrimp, and a glass of soy milk.

Watching her eat made Wei Languang feel like his mouth was so bland it could taste like a bird.

"Sheng Sheng, you seem to have lost weight recently. Are you on a diet?"

Wei Lan placed the fried chicken cutlet and four-happiness meatballs on her plate, muttering under her breath, "Eat more oily food. What's wrong with Little Qilin? Does he even know how to take care of his girlfriend? He's not as well-fed and chubby as Wen Zhi."

Wen Yisheng didn't hear anything else clearly, but she did hear Wei Lan say that she had lost weight.

Her eyes brightened slightly, and she puffed out her chest: "Lanlan, I really have lost weight!"

Having large breasts really affects dancing.

She already lacked strength due to an ankle injury, and with her ankle still recovering, coupled with her large breasts, she became somewhat unbalanced and unstable when performing difficult dance moves.

It's all thanks to Wen Zhi, who provided her with all that nutrition—food therapy plus hand therapy, what a bastard!

Wei Lan looked at her closely, swallowed, and said, "Cough, your chest hasn't gotten any smaller. It's still so...so..."

"I mean your face has gotten thinner. Your face was already small, and now your chin looks even more pointed."

"Okay." Wen Yisheng was a little dejected.

Wei Lan suddenly noticed the bite mark on her upper lip that hadn't faded yet.

"You guys were really going at it." She raised an eyebrow. "Qilin's first kiss must have been intense. Young people are just hot-tempered; he even bit your lips until they bled."

Wen Yisheng realized something and pursed her lips awkwardly: "It's not what you think, I..."

"Stop! I don't want to listen to your nagging!"

Wei Lan interrupted her, changing the subject: "Next month is our school's 110th anniversary celebration. You know I'm the vice minister of the Student Union's Arts and Culture Department, right? I've been busy with the anniversary gala lately."

"Hmm?" Wen Yisheng listened attentively while taking small bites of food.

Wei Lan said, "How's your leg recovery going? How about a stunning performance later?"

Wen Yisheng swallowed the lettuce leaf in her mouth, smiled and nodded: "Okay."

"Yes! Honey, you have to be the grand finale!"

Wen Yisheng wrinkled her nose. "No, do it normally."

"But what kind of dance should we do?"

Wei Lan thought for a moment: "Classical? To promote the quintessence of Chinese art."

Wen Yisheng has a gentle and graceful appearance; if she were to wear a beautiful dress, she would surely have the charm of a celestial being descended to earth.

"Okay," Wen Yisheng replied.

This time, no one can stop her from going on stage.

The two chatted casually, and Wen Yisheng asked, "By the way, hasn't Huahua come to school yet?"

"No, she said she'd be back next week. I even called her yesterday."

"Oh..." Wen Yisheng felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Since they had no classes in the afternoon, the two ate lunch and then borrowed a dance studio to discuss classical dance.

Wei Lan suddenly remembered something: "Sheng Sheng, what gift did you prepare for Qi Lin?"

"A gift?" Wen Yisheng asked, completely bewildered. "Why?"

"Hold."

A national treasure.

Wei Lan leaned back, her face full of surprise: "The day after tomorrow is Qi Lin's birthday! Don't tell me you didn't know..."

What kind of girlfriend is this??

Just then, Wen Yisheng's phone rang.

She opened WeChat and saw a message from Qi Lin: "[Sister, it's my birthday the day after tomorrow. Can you and Sister Lan come and celebrate with me?]"

"..." Wen Yisheng turned her phone over to show her, "Now you know."

-

Qi Lin's birthday banquet was held at Lu Zhizhou's house.

Qi Lin's twentieth birthday was a big deal for his family, and his parents even came all the way from Z City.

Wen Yisheng and Wei Lan rode in the car arranged by Qi Lin to go there.

The grand villa was decorated with great atmosphere, and it was clear that the Qi family intended to expand their network in Beijing. Most of the guests were children from wealthy families in Beijing.

"Sheng Sheng, look."

Wen Yisheng looked in the direction of Wei Lan's voice. The male protagonist of today's banquet was wearing a black suit, but his demeanor was unrestrained.

Wei Lan said, "I must say, Qi Lin looks quite handsome in a suit. Those are his parents, right? They look very affectionate."

Across from Qi Lin was a couple with their arms linked. The man was frowning, seemingly scolding Qi Lin in a low voice, while the woman smiled and tried to mediate between them.

Qi Lin grew impatient and looked up, meeting Wen Yisheng's gaze.

"..." Wen Yisheng turned around and pretended to be blind.

Qi Lin had already walked over, a smile finally appearing on his face: "Sister."

Outside, Lu Zhizhou was chatting with guests with a smile, a glass of champagne in hand.

He had just taken a sip of wine when he saw the wheelchair at the door and almost choked on it.

Hold.

He put down his drink and hurried over: "Brother Zhi, you...you...you're here!"

"Um."

Wen Zhi sat in a wheelchair, wearing a sharp suit and his hair combed back, revealing his forehead and eyes. He attracted the attention of many girls as soon as he appeared.

He held a gift box in his hand and handed it to Lu Zhizhou: "It's my cousin's birthday, of course I have to come and celebrate."

Lu Zhizhou accepted the gift, his smile wide and sincere.

The problem is, they didn't send you an invitation, bro!