The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

His voice was flat and emotionless.

It wasn't a request, but rather a matter-of-fact notification.

"I broke up with Qi Lin, and I also cut off all those messy men outside."

"Talk to me."

"I can provide everything you want all by myself."

Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

A warm-colored night light hanging on the wall illuminates the small space.

He was as heavy as a small mountain, and Wen Yisheng couldn't get up; he had no strength to break free.

The bed was too small, making me feel irritable. The small fan on the wall was humming, but the negligible breeze only made the air feel hotter.

Wen Yisheng's neck was damp with sweat, and the blanket couldn't hide the beautiful curves of her body. She stared at him without saying a word!

Wen Zhi wasn't sweating, like a cold machine with no emotional fluctuations. His black bangs slightly covered his brow bone, and his lips were thin and red.

"Inexhaustible wealth."

"Delicate and warm care."

"A luxurious lifestyle and status."

Wen Zhi paused for a moment.

His eyes were devoid of warmth, like a seller promoting his talents and strengths to a customer.

"Or... physical, or anything else you want."

"I can satisfy you all by myself."

"So," Wen Zhi looked down at her and said slowly, "talk to me, really, while I still have a good temper, I'm patiently telling you all this."

"..."

Wen Yisheng was angry and depressed, and couldn't speak out of nervousness.

What's infuriating is that he doesn't know his own limitations and almost crushed her to death by sitting on her!

Frustrated by his amnesia, he found himself entangled with her again after much wandering.

In this uneasy situation, in this atmosphere, in this dangerous posture, one wrong move could easily provoke him.

"What...right do you think you are?"

Wen Yisheng struggled desperately, almost bursting into tears: "You can't just talk like that! There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

He pressed down on her arms, making it impossible for her to get up.

Her long, black hair was spread out on the pillow, making her exposed skin appear even whiter. Her expression of suppressed humiliation was pitiful, but it did not elicit any pity from the devil; instead, it only awakened the evil within her.

"Now we have it."

"Like me."

Wen Zhi's patience wore thin, and he was eager for an identity.

His hand touched her neck, his breath seemingly icy: "Let's talk. If you dare refuse, we'll die together."

He clenched his palms together, using force, and the veins in his thin, bony hands taut.

His eyes were wicked; he was a vicious madman.

"Should I agree or not?"

His voice deepened: "Speak."

He grabbed her by the neck and threatened that if she didn't talk, they would die together. That's very gentle and stubborn.

That's just a common trick.

From the very beginning, it was a chance encounter at Qi Lin's birthday banquet that led to seduction. When soft methods failed, she resorted to hard ones, including seduction, threats, and imprisonment.

Wen Yisheng panicked for a few seconds, but then calmed down. He really couldn't scare her anymore.

If you refuse, you'll most likely be knocked unconscious, taken away, and locked up. Hmm, Wen Yisheng has experience with this.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt a sense of helplessness, as if my heart had died.

She wanted to laugh, as if she had been trapped in a misty forest, wandering around in circles, and finally returned to the starting point.

In his desperation, he revealed his true, venomous nature.

Wen Yisheng remained calm and refused to let him have his way.

"Get up first, you're so heavy, it's making it hard for me to breathe." She spoke weakly, as if she was about to vomit blood from the pressure.

His tall, thin male frame, weighing nearly 140 pounds, was quite overwhelming for her slender frame.

Wen Zhi paused, stood up slightly, arched his back, and knelt on both knees beside her waist.

"Idiot." Wen Yisheng cursed inwardly, as if venting her anger.

He was just threatening her to die together, saying she could get up if she wanted to. Doesn't that ruin his villainous persona?

Wen Zhi pressed down on her shoulder.

He remained silent.

His sinister gaze was fixed on her, the meaning clear: he wanted an answer from her.

"It's so hot, I'm covered in sweat." Wen Yisheng's eyes darted left and right.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, her eyes clear and innocent: "Please turn on the air conditioner for me. The remote is on the table below."

Wen Zhi: "..."

He narrowed his eyes and coldly scrutinized her face.

Suddenly, he let out a cryptic chuckle, unconcerned that she might have ulterior motives. He got up, got out of bed, and looked for the remote to turn on the air conditioner.

The air conditioner is on, but the cold air won't blow over for a while.

Wen Yisheng, now free of her limbs, sat up and leaned against the headboard. Her phone was gone; it seemed Wen Zhi had taken it to prevent her from looking for someone.

Wen Zhi put down the remote control and went back to bed.

The bed was too small, and he could barely stretch out his limbs. He bent his legs and reached out to hug her.

Wen Yisheng blocked his hand with her arm, her lips dry: "I'm a little thirsty, can you pour me some water first..."

Wen Zhi quit.

He reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, pulled her into his embrace, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Repeatedly.

He chuckled coolly, "You've adapted quickly, haven't you? Now you're already bossing your boyfriend around. Still thirsty?"

Wen Yisheng's dry lips were now moist.

It's disgusting.

If it weren't for his handsome looks, pleasant scent, and obsessive cleanliness, she wouldn't even want her upper and lower lips anymore.

She didn't hide her disgust as she pulled a tissue from the bedside table to wipe her mouth.

"You're not my boyfriend," she muttered softly.

Wen Zhi's face darkened with displeasure as he grabbed her wrist: "Are you kidding me?"

This provoked Wen Yisheng to get angry.

She tried to shake him off but couldn't. Her lips pursed and the corners of her mouth turned down.

She looked so aggrieved: "What else could I possibly want? A boyfriend who's moody, hot and cold, and even breaks into the girls' dorm at night?!"

Wen Zhi choked up, a rare occurrence for him.

He frowned slightly: "I'm not like that. I have a very good temper. I'll always be tolerant, patient, and kind to you."

Wen Yisheng could only sneer.

"I'd believe you for a second! You were just choking me and threatening to kill me!"

"And then there was that time in the elective class classroom, you deliberately stepped on my pen, and your arrogant attitude was really mean. I really hated you back then... I don't know what I did to offend you that made you bully me like that..."

Wen Zhi leaned over and hugged her, explaining earnestly, "That was an accident. I almost let you off the hook. Why are you ignoring me? I had this arrogant attitude before."

That childish behavior is an attempt to show that he really doesn't care about you.

"But I realized that in the end I was the one who was tormenting myself. Fortunately, I figured it out after one sleepless night, so I came to talk to you."

"..."

"What the hell were you thinking about last night? Why did you come to this conclusion?!" Wen Yisheng screamed inwardly, on the verge of collapse.

How annoying, this pervert can even seduce himself.

Wen Yisheng hugged her knees, resisting him: "Okay, but..."

"Your behavior has been very strange before. I avoided you out of fear. If it weren't for your figure and face... being my ideal type, I would have called the police on you as a pervert long ago."

Wen Zhi blinked, his heart trembling slightly with panic.

Ideal type...?

Even if he guessed it, he knew that this cunning and wicked woman was probably lying to him.

He was also unable to suppress his excitement, a tingling shiver rising from his spine and spreading throughout his body.

"I'm not a pervert." He shook his head, his lips twitching, a smile he couldn't suppress.

Hehe, just look at your twisted expression, it's quite perverted.

Wen Yisheng inwardly complained, but didn't show it on her face.

"I... I'll reluctantly believe you..."

"But!" she said, changing the subject and poking his forehead with her finger to stop him from lunging at her.

"It's a fact that you broke into the girls' dormitory tonight, so I can't agree to be with you."

Wen Zhi's expression changed instantly.

His eyes drooped, and he shot her a cold gaze, scoffing suspiciously, "In the end, you're just playing me."

"A cunning and wicked woman."

Wen Yisheng reacted strongly to his words.

I was both surprised and aggrieved.

"Someone like you doesn't even have a proper courtship process; you just threaten me a couple of times and expect to be together..."

"You're the shameless, harassing, and opportunistic man!"

After saying that, Wen Yisheng was so angry that she turned her face away from the wall, not wanting to see his face.

Wen Zhi choked again, his brows furrowed slightly, and his lips pursed as if he were deep in thought.

Wen Yisheng glanced at him briefly, then quickly looked away, her cheeks puffing out in anger.

Wen Zhi thought for a long time and then came to a decision. He said, "Okay, I'll pursue you seriously, but I can only give you three days. After three days, you must date me."

Wen Yisheng didn't speak, but shook her head.

She whispered, "What's three days enough? I heard my roommate's boyfriend pursued her for a year, that's how you see if someone is devoted..."

"Time isn't a measure of feelings. You said there's a seven-year itch, so wouldn't it be more patient of me to pursue you for seven years?"

Wen Yisheng was taken aback, then blinked: "Okay, okay."

Wen Zhi turned her face around and pinched it hard: "You bastard, I won't wait seven years, I'll take you right now."

animals.

He only thinks about that kind of thing.

Wen Yisheng dared not recall the entanglements in her past life. Wen Zhi was skilled at playing tricks and had the means to do so. He knew her physical flexibility and, during the sweet period of their relationship, he would consider her shyness and not go too far.

Later, the two had a falling out, and he tormented her to the point of shame and indignation. Those memories were too explicit, and Wen Yisheng would rather die than be tormented like that again.