The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

"You were always mine, weren't you?" he said softly, his gaze tender.

"..." Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat.

She glanced at the ring on his hand, her pupils contracting almost imperceptibly, her fingernails digging into her flesh beneath the blanket.

The rings. They're the custom-made wedding bands from the exclusive Moon collection.

She forgot about it while cleaning up the traces in Hetang Bay.

If I remember correctly, the inside of his ring was engraved with the initials of her name, Sheng.

It seems that Wen Zhi was always wearing it before the cruise ship kidnapping.

Wen Yisheng remained calm.

She looked up and met Wen Zhi's exceptionally beautiful light-colored eyes: "This is inexplicable. I don't understand what you mean at all."

Wen Zhi wasn't surprised to hear her pretending to be stupid, and his smile remained unchanged.

The curve of his lips deepened, and his face, lying on his side on the pillow, was refined and elegant.

He reached out and gently touched the corner of her eye and her cheek. Suddenly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, just like that.

Wen Yisheng froze, her heart still pounding, and forgot to dodge.

He closed his eyes, and she stared blankly as they kissed on the cramped little bed.

Before Wen Yisheng could recover, Wen Zhi distanced himself again.

"The window," he said.

"Huh?" He blurted out abruptly, catching Wen Yisheng off guard. She touched her lips. "What?"

Wen Zhi said, "I came in through the window."

"..."

Wen Yisheng blinked, recalling that she seemed to live on... the sixth floor?

She looked at Wen Zhi with a surprised and suspicious gaze.

Is he human? A ghost? Spider-Man?

Wen Zhi understood her gaze, smiled, sat up, bent his long legs, and lifted his trouser leg to show her.

"It hurts." The single word revealed her grievance.

Wen Yisheng sat up, looked down, and this time noticed.

There were two long, bloody scratches on his calves near his knees, which looked rather eerie.

"How did you get in here?"

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes drooping, looking somewhat pitiful: "I climbed up here. There were no security guards or cameras behind me."

"you!"

"...Don't do that again."

Serves him right. He climbed up from the sixth floor, risking a fatal fall, just to come and intimidate her?

As expected, perverts are all anti-human species.

Wen Yisheng frowned, subconsciously remembering that there was a small first-aid kit in her cabinet.

Influenced by her mother, she has a habit of keeping commonly used medicines on hand.

Wen Zhi glanced at the wound from side to side, his brows furrowed in pain, and he hissed in a low voice, "It hurts so much. I'm worried about the risk of infection. I feel like I urgently need someone to treat it for me."

He glanced at her briefly, then quickly looked away, muttering to himself, "A band-aid would do."

Wen Yisheng remained unmoved, and finally hardened her heart to turn her eyes away and not mention the first-aid kit.

"You should go back quickly and get your injury treated."

Wen Zhi pursed his lips, his expression gradually fading. Seeing the signs of his impending outburst, she quickly leaned over and bent down.

Before Wen Zhi could react, the girl's sweet scent drew near.

Then a cool breeze blew over his legs, making his bones feel hot and itchy.

It turned out that Wen Yisheng leaned over, puffed out her lips slightly, and gently blew on his leg a few times.

Her voice was soft: "Whoosh it and the pain will go away, the pain will fly away."

When she was little, her mother would comfort her by saying this when she fell down and cried. Wen Yisheng learned and applied this method.

After saying that, I felt a sharp pain in my teeth, and it was so cheesy that it gave me goosebumps.

Wen Yisheng couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. She blew on his wound again and straightened up.

Suddenly, her hand was grabbed.

Wen Yisheng met those burning, bright eyes.

Wen Zhi stroked the back of her neck, pressing down, his low, husky voice filled with pleasure: "Still hurts, let's do it again."

"..."

Wen Zhi was thoroughly enjoying himself, finally satisfied, and smiled happily.

He finally agreed to leave, returned her phone, told her to go to sleep early, and didn't forget to give her a stern warning: cut off all contact with other men first thing tomorrow morning.

Wen Zhi returned the way he came and went out through the window.

Wen Yisheng was startled and, after thinking for a moment, got out of bed and peered out the window.

But there were no lights behind the apartment, the view was dim, and he couldn't see anything. At the height of the sixth floor, Wen Yisheng felt that there was a high possibility that he might fall to his death.

About four or five minutes later.

Wen Yisheng had already imagined whether Wen Zhi would become a vengeful ghost and haunt her after his death. It was quite possible…

Given Wen Zhi's brainwashing skills, he'll definitely have a lot of fun in the underworld, and might even become a leader of evil spirits.

So it's better not to die.

The phone notification interrupted her increasingly bizarre train of thought.

It was a text message from Wen Zhi: "Go back to bed and sleep."

Wen Yisheng snapped the window shut.

...Hmm, evil deeds live on for a thousand years; they really aren't that easy to kill.

Wen Yisheng found it difficult to fall asleep afterwards.

My mind is filled with Wen Zhi's words, "You were always mine, weren't you?"

She knew that some things couldn't be kept secret; their social circles were too close, and if she asked any of their classmates, they would all know that the two of them had been together before.

What made Wen Yisheng uncomfortable was that, after all that commotion that night, she seemed to have Wen Zhi under her control.

Later, he deliberately wore the ring again and said that sentence.

Yes, are you teasing her?!

Are they watching her use her cunning to deliberately take the bait?

If that's really the case.

That Wen Zhi, even with amnesia, is still so wicked, a born bad egg.

-

During the three-day Dragon Boat Festival holiday, Wen Yisheng went to Yizhong Part-time Jobs.

As a parachuted-in employee, she was naturally looked down upon by many in the department, but they also believed that she had strong connections to get into the company, so no one in the department made things difficult for this newbie.

Wen Yisheng left the company building at six o'clock and saw that it was raining heavily outside.

She checked the weather forecast when she left home in the morning and knew it was going to be a thunderstorm, but she didn't bring an umbrella.

The phone buzzed. Wen Yisheng glanced at the caller ID, gritted her teeth slightly, and ignored it.

The call ended automatically after a short while, followed by a text message.

News from Wen Zhi.

【where? 】

What does it mean if someone doesn't answer the phone?

Are you outside? Send me your address, I'll come pick you up.

Wen Yisheng glanced at the message briefly, a wave of anxiety washing over her. This was an opportunity she had waited so long for; she had to…

Suddenly, shouts rang out from behind, but they were muffled by the sound of thunder and rain and were not clear.

Wen Yisheng's eyes flashed, she put away her phone, covered her head with her bag, and rushed into the pattering rain.

Such heavy rain... she was soaked to the bone almost instantly.

Zhong Xu came out of the company building.

Seeing this, he frowned deeply, quickly opened his umbrella, and chased after her, calling out, "Sheng Sheng!"