The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Looking up, Wen Yisheng saw Wen Zhi standing behind her through the mirror.

Like a silent, fleeting ghost.

"ah!!"

Wen Yisheng screamed in fright, forgetting to breathe, her heart pounding in her chest.

Her legs went weak and trembled, and her body slid down limply.

The person behind her reached out and caught her, their voice gentle: "Don't be afraid, it's me."

No matter who it is, their sudden appearance behind you or in the mirror would scare you. Wen Yisheng really wanted to kill him!

Wen Zhi did it on purpose; this person was definitely trying to scare her.

He's inherently wicked, utterly evil!

Wen Yisheng was really frightened; the hairs on her body stood on end.

She didn't even push him away immediately; instead, she leaned against the sink to calm her racing heart.

...Having gone through so much, Wen Yisheng felt she was already pretty amazing that she hadn't been driven to the brink of insanity by Wen Zhi.

Wen Yisheng lowered her head and paused for a moment. Wen Zhi stared quietly at her features, then suddenly reached out to touch her face.

Wen Yisheng stood up straight, then suddenly turned around and swatted his arm away: "Is it fun to scare people like this?!"

Wen Zhi wasn't annoyed when his hand was brushed away; his expression was gentle: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Wen Yisheng gave him a cold glance, crossed her arms and turned her face away, the small vertical lines between her brows revealing her irritability and frustration.

"Get out of the way," she said.

Wen Zhi looked at her little expression, and the corners of his lips subtly curved into a slight smile.

He showed no sign of moving aside, asking in a slightly lazy tone, "I think I just heard you say my name? Was it just my imagination?"

When he asked this question, he stared intently at Wen Yisheng's features, as if he didn't miss a single subtle expression.

Wen Yisheng's expression softened considerably. She wore very light makeup today, and her already delicate, porcelain-like skin didn't need any embellishment. She only applied a milky apricot-toned lip gloss, which made her look even more gentle and pure.

There was still a small, lingering bite mark on his lip. He bit him.

Her lips were beautifully shaped; the slightly full cupid's bow on her upper lip seemed to silently exude the allure of "I'm very kissable, come and kiss me."

Wen Zhi, like a radar, was tempted.

He wanted something sweet to taste.

suck.

Bite it again, just like that night, until it draws blood and leaves a mark.

He realized he was a little dirty and filthy, but that didn't matter.

Just like dogs go into heat and cats meow in mate, desire comes and goes, and you can't stop it.

Wen Yisheng was unaware of the dirty thoughts he was having. Her expression remained unchanged as she nodded, "Yes, Wen Zhi, right? You heard me right, Qi Lin told me your name."

"I saw you fall downstairs just now, and I was a little worried because I couldn't help you up. I probably unconsciously called out your name."

At this point, Wen Yisheng gave the nimble Wen Zhi a strange look.

"Weren't you just... in a wheelchair, unable to get up after falling down?"

"That's strange."

The girl's thick, dark eyelashes fluttered a few times, her face showing surprise.

"Has your body mutated?"

"..."

Wen Zhi remained expressionless upon hearing this, and stared at her for a long while.

Instead of answering the question, he abruptly let out a soft, strange sneer.

Wen Yisheng glimpsed a familiar, eccentric excitement in his eyes, like a hungry hunter swarming his prey.

She got a little scared and lost all interest in pretending to be stupid, so she turned and ran away.

Wen Zhi blocked her way, bracing his hands on the sink behind Wen Yisheng, trapping her with no way to escape: "Don't rush to run, I mean you no harm, really."

"There are some things I want to tell you, give me a chance, okay?"

Wen Zhi's voice is gentle and clear, extremely pleasant to listen to. When he speaks sweet words, he is deeply affectionate and tender. When he speaks on Guangmu, it is even more astringent, making people feel a tingling sensation in their spine.

He's tall, and getting this close is too aggressive.

Wen Yisheng gritted her teeth slightly, leaned back, and said in a clear voice, "You can talk, but stay away from me. I have a boyfriend."

"..."

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Wen Zhi smiled, his eyes crinkling, but there was a sinister aura in them.

"Get away from here?"

"Okay."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, but his actions didn't match his words.

Wen Zhi reached out a hand and gently touched the back of her neck.

Then it slides down the lines to the spine.

He leaned in aggressively, pressing his hand on her lower back...

There was a height difference, and the black trousers rubbed against the soft dress.

Emotional, vivid.

He lowered his head slightly, his breath close to her ear, his laughter dripping with malice: "Is it far enough?"

Wen Yisheng clearly felt...

She froze, her mind went blank for a moment, and then it exploded.

Her blood seemed to rush to her head, and she flushed red with anger. Losing her temper, she shoved him away violently and slapped him across the face: "You filthy bastard!"

Regardless of whether she has memories of her past life, Wen Yisheng can't stand this shameless pervert.

Wen Zhi was slapped, and five finger marks instantly appeared on his pale cheek. He wasn't angry, and he blinked, still a little dazed.

He reached out and touched his face, which was still sore from the beating.

Hiss... What's with this strange sense of familiarity?

Taking advantage of Wen Zhi's distraction, Wen Yisheng shook him off and ran outside.

Just as she was about to reach the stairwell, someone covered her mouth from behind. The person had strong arms and wrapped their arms around her waist.

"Ugh!" Wen Yisheng's feet left the ground as she was forcibly carried into the room next door.

This was a guest room, and Wen Yisheng was pushed onto the bed.

The room lights were off, with only a few weak rays of light coming in from the banquet spotlights downstairs.

She has poor night vision and only vaguely saw him turn around.

Wen Yisheng's throat bobbed, and she propped herself up on the soft bed, subconsciously moving her body backward.

She said, "What exactly do you want? We're not even that close, this is really baffling."

He didn't say anything and walked to the door.

Click.

The crisp sound of the door locking.

Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat. Wen Zhi stared at her, slowly walked towards her, and then stopped at a safe distance of one meter from the bedside.

Wen Zhi's expression was hidden in the darkness, obscure and unpredictable.

His tall, slender figure cast an even darker shadow in the shady area.

He lowered his eyelashes, his voice clear in the quiet bedroom: "This may be a bit abrupt, but I still have to say it, I like you. I liked you the moment I saw you in the hospital."

Wen Yisheng was speechless and had mixed feelings.

Wen Zhi is confessing his feelings.