The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng understood.

If she were to reject him outright without giving him any leeway, it would only anger Wen Zhi, and the freedom she had finally gained would be taken away again.

There's no one in the dorm during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, so who knows what kind of heinous things they might do to her.

The only thing we can do is to try to calm him down with gentle words.

Wen Yisheng looked up and met his gaze, asking, "What do you mean, three days or four days? What guy sets a deadline for pursuing a girlfriend? Are you serious about me?"

"Yes," he replied without hesitation.

Wen Yisheng twitched the corners of her lips and lowered her eyes, clearly not believing it.

"Perhaps, but people are so cold-hearted, how can I believe it?"

"Besides, you..." She glanced at him quickly, curled up her legs and took a step back, looking uneasy, as if she was feeling inferior.

"Besides, you're such an outstanding guy in every way, and you're so good-looking. I don't know how many girls are chasing after you at school."

"After graduation, your social circle will be larger, and there will be more opposite sexes and temptations around you."

"I really can't believe it, you..."

He interrupted her: "Marriage."

"..." Wen Yisheng's lips twitched. "Hmm?"

"I'm serious. If you don't believe me, then let's get married."

Wen Zhi leaned closer to her, took her hand, and looked into her eyes, saying each word clearly, "I will remain absolutely loyal, willing to be bound by the law, only to you."

"Trust me, okay?"

His gaze was intense, bright, and burning with a passionate love that burned like wildfire.

Wen Yisheng seemed to have been burned.

She couldn't help but think of her past life; in her memory, he seemed to have said something similar...

Yes.

A madman is called a madman because he defies all the rules of this society.

Willing to be bound by the law is perhaps the deepest and most earnest way for this kind of extreme madman to express his love.

Later, he did indeed remain absolutely loyal.

However... her suspicious and sensitive nature bordered on neuroticism, and she was the only one who suffered, ultimately dying from exhaustion.

"...Cough, marriage, it's a bit early to talk about that. We should think about this after graduation." She forcefully pulled her hand back and hid behind her back.

Wen Zhi watched as her soft fingertips slipped from his hand.

My palm was empty.

He felt like a cat's paw was scratching at his heart, both itchy and restless, and he longed to pounce on her and give her a good rub.

...But he had to endure it; he couldn't do that.

If Wen Yisheng firmly rejects him, according to his world rules, he has the right to act without restraint and force himself on her.

But now, Wen Yisheng did not resist.

His voice was still gentle and soft; he was like a leopard that had been tamed by tenderness, shrinking into a kitten, completely unable to be fierce.

Wen Yisheng spoke again: "What I mean is, you're so popular with girls, how come you suddenly fell for me?"

"Because of family reasons, I actually have a lot of insecurity, so I don't believe you'll really be devoted to me..."

"If," she clenched her fingers, lowered her eyes slightly, "you still like me after three months, then I'll consider dating you and give it a try."

Wen Zhi resolutely refused.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her coldly, then smiled with a hint of displeasure: "Are you trying to string me along? There's no need to go to such lengths. Just three days."

Wen Yisheng's expression also darkened: "Three years."

Wen Zhi's face darkened, and his expression immediately turned grim: "You don't know what's good for you, you're pushing your luck. I might as well strangle you."

"Then pinch me." Wen Yisheng tilted her slender white neck up at him.

"..." Wen Zhi's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists.

There has been no action for a long time.

Wen Yisheng suddenly laughed, leaning her upper body forward, her waist supple, her raised lower back slender and alluring.

She snuggled close to Wen Zhi, draping her arm over his shoulder, her eyes bright as gentle spring water.

"Stop making a scene, okay? You need to know that other men have to wait at least a year to pursue me," she said, staring into his eyes before Wen Zhi could get angry, "but you've only had three months..."

Do you know why?

The burning jealousy in Wen Zhi's chest was like the most potent poison.

His eyes were lifeless, and he gritted his teeth, trying to control himself, as he asked, "Why?"

Wen Yisheng smiled, her lips pursed, like the most beautiful flowers blooming in summer: "Because you are the most special person to me, unlike any of them."

"..." Wen Zhi choked up.

His heart was pounding wildly and intensely.

These words seemed to send shivers of pleasure and satisfaction through his very bones.

On the other hand, I felt that something was wrong.

The cunning and wicked woman seemed to be feeding him poison laced with honey.

The two sides engaged in a fierce internal battle, but within seconds, a decision was reached.

"Really?" he asked softly, staring into her eyes.

"Yes!" Wen Yisheng nodded.

Her raven-white eyelashes blinked at him: "I think I'm starting to like you a little now, and I'll probably like you even more in the future, um... three months isn't that hard to bear, right?"

"..."

Wen Zhi uncontrollably reached out and touched her lower back, as if he had done this action countless times.

His throat bobbed, his eyes glazed over, a little dazed: "...Yes, that's right..."

"right……"

My foot!

wrong!

Wen Zhi suddenly realized what he had said and vehemently denied it: "That's not right."

Ignoring him, Wen Yisheng pushed him away and crawled back into bed, a sly smile hidden in her eyes.

With so much experience accumulated from past and present lives, dealing with this amnesiac psychopath is a piece of cake.

"What's wrong? Are you going back on your word? What about all that talk about how much you like me? Does that mean it's all unbelievable?"

Wen Zhi was stunned, and it was rare for him to be speechless.

Wen Yisheng glanced at the watch on the bedside table.

It's 3 a.m.

She gritted her teeth slightly. When was this pervert going to leave? Staying up late was really bad for her skin.

Wen Yisheng frowned slightly, then smiled and looked at him: "Wen Zhi, you should go now. I'm sleepy, you should go back and get some rest too."

Wen Zhi stared at her for a long time.

He suddenly smiled, sat on the bed, and casually licked his lips: "Give me a kiss, then I'll leave."

Wen Yisheng clenched her fists under the covers. This shameless slut.

"We've been talking about this for three months, and it's not even been a minute yet..."

"Then I'll sleep with you tonight." He touched the corner of the blanket.

Wen Yisheng quickly pulled the blanket tighter around her head: "I'll kiss you!"

Wen Zhi smiled and stared intently as she slowly approached.

He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes drooping down his eyelids, and his thin lips moved slightly: "Be a little rougher, I can take it."

"..."

Wen Yisheng's movement to kiss him froze, and she couldn't help but punch him: "Are you crazy!"

Wen Zhi closed his eyes, a dimple appearing on his cheek, his smile both charming and mischievous, as if deliberately teasing her.

Wen Yisheng gave him a light, fleeting kiss.

As he pulled away, Wen Zhi reached out and pulled her into his arms, then lowered his head to deepen the kiss.

After the kiss, he didn't leave. Instead, he grabbed half of her blanket and squeezed into bed with her.

The single beds in the dormitory are already small.

There's simply no room for his large frame; it's incredibly cramped.

Wen Yisheng wasn't wearing a bra; their clothes were pressed together, their body heat mingling, and they could almost hear each other's heartbeats.

Her face flushed red, a physiological reaction.

"Get out! Get out!"

Wen Zhi shamelessly clung to her, and Wen Yisheng was pushed against the wall.

He reached out his right hand to touch her face, but Wen Yisheng's gaze caught something, and her expression suddenly froze. Surprisingly, she didn't chase him away anymore.

Wen Zhi glanced at her lightly, lay down, raised his right hand to examine it, his five fingers slender and delicate under the warm light.

The ring on the ring finger of her right hand reflected tiny specks of light.

The room fell into a sudden silence.

"I suddenly remembered, how did you get into the girls' dormitory?" Wen Yisheng asked, trying to hide her unease, but she couldn't help feeling awkward in the dead silence.

Wen Zhi didn't speak, but admired the ring on his hand for a while.

After a few seconds of silence.

He turned to look at Wen Yisheng, his eyes gentle and tender, and smiled, "You were meant to be mine, weren't you?"