The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

She's gone mad! She's going crazy!

What could be more terrifying than waking up in the middle of the night and seeing another person suddenly appear on your bed, and that person is Wen Zhi?

The answer is, of course, no! Absolutely unique!

When Wen Yisheng saw that face, she almost rolled her eyes and fainted from fright.

However, he was also a veteran of many battles.

Wen Zhi's repeated heinous and perverse acts honed her mental fortitude to a new level, which is why she didn't die of fright.

But for a moment she couldn't tell whether surviving was a stroke of luck or a misfortune.

"You...you, this...!" Wen Yisheng's lips trembled, her wet eyes filled with a mixture of anger and panic. At this moment, she didn't know how to scold him.

He's so twisted that she can't find the words to curse him!

The summer night is cool and refreshing, and I wear a thin nightgown.

Fortunately, there was a summer blanket in the middle to block it.

Wen Yisheng covered her chest with her arms, her heart still pounding, and angrily rebuked him, her face pale: "How could a boy break into a girls' dormitory at night? How disgusting!... Get out of here!"

Wen Zhi easily grabbed her arm.

Slowly but forcefully, he pried her wrists to the sides, pinning them to the pillow.

He said calmly, "Since you're here, I came."

"..." Wen Yisheng was so ashamed and indignant that she wanted to die.

His arms were immobilized, and he was in a sacrificial posture.

She hated it. In terms of strength, she was completely overwhelmed by Wen Zhi.

"I feel terrible, like I'm sick, and all I want to do is look at you."

"Why didn't you accept the rabbit I gave you? It was an apology. I'm sorry, I deliberately stepped on your pen."

"Can you forgive me?"

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes, staring intently at her face, speaking slowly and clearly, like a demon whispering in the dead of night.

His deep, enigmatic gaze sent chills down Wen Yisheng's spine.

A chill ran down my spine.

My skin broke out in goosebumps.

At this moment, Wen Zhi was even more terrifying than the old Wen Zhi from my previous life.

Wen Yisheng's throat trembled. "If it's because of the pen, I forgive you, okay? Can you leave now?"

The warm lighting illuminated their features clearly, as if bathed in a gentle, warm glow.

Wen Zhi leaned closer to her, their lips almost touching, and he chuckled softly, "Just kidding."

"..."

His eyelids drooped, and suddenly he locked onto something, his gaze falling on her naturally blushing lips. He licked his lips thirstily.

After a two-second pause, he turned his head and kissed her.

Wen Yisheng frowned, quickly turning her face away to avoid him: "You really have no taste for anything. I've kissed many different types of men, for example..."

Wen Yisheng's unfinished words turned into a groan of pain.

Wen Zhi pinched her chin, turned her face towards him, and said in an icy voice, "You really know how to play games. Try it with me too."

His eyes were dark.

The single bed now houses another male body, making the already cramped space even more cramped.

The room was pitch black, with only a small space separated by the bed curtains emitting a warm light.

Like a small patch of sky separated from the dark world.

From the outside, tangled black shadows are cast on the bed curtains, and a tall, strong male figure seems to be suppressing something.

"...Ugh." Wen Yisheng's body trembled, and she used her free hand to push his shoulder.

A little force was nothing to Wen Zhi.

He released her hand, arched his back, and cupped her face in his hands.

Like a wild beast repeatedly stealing sweets from a stolen mate, imbuing it with its own scent, frantically covering up the marks left by other males, yet unable to suppress its jealousy, leaving bite marks that seem to be punishments in a cathartic outburst.

"Don't...bite..." Wen Yisheng had no choice but to give in temporarily, reaching out to gently touch his cheek.

She has things to do tomorrow, how can she face people with those sausage lips?

However, the label of "chaotic private life" seems to have no effect on Wen Zhi.

His obsession with cleanliness seems to be just a joke.

It worked before, but if she provokes him like that again, he might go crazy and... beat her up today.

When Wen Zhi left, his breathing was heavy and his eyes were filled with a passionate intensity that was chilling.

Wen Yisheng pulled the small blanket tightly to cover her body and mouth, leaving only her eyes showing; her dark, moist eyes held a pitiful look.

"I've already let you kiss me, why aren't you leaving!"

His patience was wearing thin.

After kissing him enough, he finally remembered why he had broken in that night.

Wen Zhi's gaze shifted downwards, hidden by a thin blanket.

He pursed his lips and looked away.

"Starting tonight, I'm cutting ties with those men."

"Talk to me."