The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

When Wen Yisheng saw that person's face, she gasped in fright.

Damn it.

The ghost won't leave!

On the lawn not far away.

The black wheelchair had somehow tilted to the side and fallen to the ground. Wen Zhi was leaning against a tree, clearly a sick and disabled man without a wheelchair, unable to get up.

He said, "The wheel accidentally hit a stone, and after that fall, I couldn't get up no matter what I did."

Wen Zhi is tall and has long legs. A few strands of his hair, combed back, fall in front of his forehead. He doesn't look disheveled leaning against the wall like this. He is calm and unhurried.

He glanced down at his fallen body, then looked up at Wen Yisheng, a hint of helplessness in his smile: "Could you please help me up?"

扶？

Shouldn't you help?

Wen Yisheng's mind raced as she simulated and analyzed the consequences of these two behaviors.

Her dilemma was comparable to that of an elderly woman who had fallen on the street.

Helping an elderly woman could lead to her being staged for an accident and losing everything.

Fu Wenzhi, congratulations, you've acquired a pervert you can't shake off.

"You are..." Wen Zhi looked closely and recognized Wen Yisheng. He smiled kindly and said, "You're Qi Lin's girlfriend. We've met before, but we haven't formally introduced ourselves yet. My name is Wen Zhi."

His smile was gentle and warm, as clean and bright as the moonlight tonight.

Perfect things always draw the eye. In this quiet and warm atmosphere, with such a beautiful face, no girl could resist.

He heard of the ability to play the sheng (a type of reed pipe instrument).

She knows better than anyone.

A few days ago, this person pinned her down on a tree with the strength of a mountain. Now, how come she's in a wheelchair and has fallen to the ground, so weak and unable to take care of herself?

Wen Yisheng looked at Wen Zhi with a calm expression and said with a slight smile, "I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough to lift you up."

Wen Zhi didn't show any coldness even after being rejected; his features were refined, and he clearly had a good temper.

"I'll go find someone stronger to help you." Wen Yisheng said, then turned and left without looking at him again.

Wen Zhi's eyes followed her until her figure disappeared around the corner. Only then did the smile in his eyes slowly fade. His fingers gripped the ground so tightly that they trembled and spasmed. He stared blankly at the now-empty intersection.

The warm, soft light fell on his face, but there was a chilling coldness in his light-colored eyes that sent shivers down one's spine.

Wen Zhi tried his best to control himself and be patient.

But he didn't know why, he couldn't bear to hear Wen Yisheng's rejection.

If you want to find a third secret lover, shouldn't you seize the opportunity to get close to him?

Why is she so cold and indifferent to him? Aren't he good enough for her?

Debauchery.

idiot.

No taste.

Sooner or later I'll snatch you away, chain you up, and engrave the words "Wen Zhi's Exclusive Little Pet" on your name, then we'll see if you still dare to ignore me.

Wen Zhi thought viciously and resentfully, but his eyes suddenly turned red for no apparent reason.

An extremely sharp, stinging pain spread with each breath.

The pain seeped into my bloodstream, gnawed at my bone marrow, and crashed all the way to my skull, making my head feel like it was being torn apart.

He let out a low groan of pain, scratching his head in discomfort, trying to suppress the pain that seemed to penetrate deep into his brain.

"Hello sir, do you need any help...?"

A waitress approached and said, "A lady just said a disabled person fell and needed help. Are you that you?"

Wen Zhi lowered his hand, quickly switching to another calm mask: "Thank you, no need."

The waiter's heart fluttered when he saw his appearance.

She's so good-looking, tall and thin, it's a pity she's disabled?

"It's alright, sir. Let me help you up!" The waiter smiled and bent down to help him up.

Before the waitress could even touch his arm, Wen Zhi coldly brushed her away, his bloodshot eyes quite terrifying: "Get out."

The waiter was startled.

Before they could process any other emotions, the "disabled man" stood up on his own. His tall stature and long legs were particularly pleasing to the eye. He casually picked up the wheelchair that was lying on its side, sat down, and drove away unharmed.

"..." The waiter rubbed his eyes in surprise.

A miracle in the history of human medicine?

-

Wen Yisheng eventually went to the bathroom in the villa. There were people on the second floor, so she went to the third floor instead. It was quite quiet there and no one came.

After coming out, she stood in front of the sink, letting the cool running water wet her hands. She closed her eyes briefly, still feeling lingering fear.

She stared at the flowing water and murmured softly, "How could this happen? Did Wen Zhi's obsessive-compulsive disorder get eaten by a dog?"

Wen Yisheng was not afraid, but suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion and powerlessness.

I can't figure out what's going on with Wen Zhi.

He clearly cursed her with a very vulgar word that night, obviously disgusted with her to the extreme and unwilling to bother her anymore, so how come he's back after only a few nights?

It's kind of funny to think about it. Wen Zhi thought he was hiding it very well, but little did he know that she knew his true colors. One moment he was forcibly kissing her, the next he was pretending to be a gentle god. I really suspect he has a split personality.

Wen Yisheng wiped the water droplets from her hands, lowered her eyes, and sighed softly, "Wen Zhi..."

A body silently approached from behind...

The man bent down, leaned his head over her shoulder, and looked down at her profile.

He chuckled softly in her ear.

"Huh? Are you calling me?"

Wen Yisheng's heart tightened.

I looked up and my gaze met a pair of light-colored eyes through the mirror.

"Ah!" she screamed instinctively, her legs going weak.