The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

There weren't many students in the dormitory during the holiday.

There had just been a heavy rain, and there weren't many people on the streets.

Raindrops slid off the leaves of the sycamore tree, washing the leaves a vibrant green. A transparent umbrella was violently thrown to the ground, lying pitifully upside down in a small puddle.

Wen Yisheng was like a kitten being choked by the scruff of its neck, instantly unable to escape.

"Let go... Help... Ugh!"

Wen Zhi grabbed her, covered her mouth from behind, and dragged her into the shadows with one arm around her waist.

His eyes were fixed on her profile.

"Why are you running? I'm asking you, why are you running?"

"Ugh!" She couldn't speak.

His breath was heavy against the back of her neck, his voice several times hoarse: "Didn't you say you were sleeping in the dorm? Did I encounter a ghost or can you teleport? So am I talking to Wen Yisheng's ghost right now?"

"Hmm? Really? Are you Wen Yisheng herself or her ghost?"

Wen Zhi was truly furious.

The arm that was wrapped around her waist was incredibly hard and strong.

"Is it fun to lie to me? Do you think I'm a dog that can be easily fooled by a few sweet words?" His voice was as cold and sarcastic as if it had been chilled to the bone.

"Ugh!" Wen Yisheng struggled desperately, but with her mouth covered, she could only shake her head and make intermittent ugh sounds while clinging to his hand.

He even lifted her up by the waist, her feet off the ground.

This scene of suppression and resistance unfolded on a damp night after a downpour...

It inevitably evokes images of a serial killer and his prey's bloody brutality.

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Wen Zhi dragged her to a corner.

He grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall, snatched the phone from her hand, and glanced down at it while sneering, "You little liar, what do you take me for...?"

"I want to kill you like this."

"You're lying to me."

"Your phone password." His voice was low and menacing. "Say it!"

Wen Yisheng's eyes were red as he held her by the neck and pressed her against the wall.

But she stubbornly turned her face away and didn't say a word.

Please give her some time to argue and stop the flow of words.

Wen Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched her chin and turned her face back, looking at her reddened eyes, he smiled mockingly: "What's with that expression? Are you feeling wronged?"

"I've been waiting here for three hours, while you were having a passionate date with your lover. What do you take me for, your fourth mistress? You've got quite the appetite, Wen Yisheng."

He leaned closer to her, his face expressionless: "Can you handle so many men?"

"I told you to cut ties with them, and what did you do?"

Wen Zhi stared intently into her eyes: "Are you ignoring what I said?"

Wen Yisheng closed her eyes, and he leaned close to her ear, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

"I told you, I can satisfy you all by myself."

"Really, I guarantee it, you'll be so turned on you won't be able to stop."

"I'll show you the proof of my lack of trust."

Wen Yisheng's eyelashes trembled, and her scalp tingled.

In terms of past life memories, Wen Zhi always kept his word, leaving her with aching back and weak legs for several days.

Wen Yisheng's throat bobbed, and she finally spoke: "No need, I believe you."

"Let me go first, you're choking me so hard it hurts. Let me explain... okay?" she said weakly, her voice soft and gentle, which was very endearing.

Wen Zhi refused to let go.

"No, I don't want to hear it at all," he said.

Wen Zhi glanced at her and licked his lips: "Don't think you can fool me with your clumsy sweet talk anymore."

He lowered his eyes, turned on his phone, and the light from the screen illuminated his handsome features.

His lashes, though not curled, were straight, long, and thick; his brow bone exuded a chilling aura, as if his patience had run out: "The password, will you tell me or not?"

He wanted to find all those wild men and get rid of them one by one.

"..."

Wen Yisheng grabbed his wrist and sighed softly, "Let go of me first, and I'll unlock it for you with my fingerprint."

Wen Zhi glanced at her with a cold, scrutinizing gaze, then slowly released his grip, unconcerned that she might try to be clever.

He didn't actually use any force.

I wouldn't dare. Look at her little neck, so thin and frail, it looks like it would break if you bent it.

Wen Zhi handed her the phone, his eyes fixed on her face without blinking.

Wen Yisheng remained calm, picked up the phone, and unlocked it.

Swah——

She suddenly pulled out a pre-prepared anti-thermal spray from her bag and, with swift movements, sprayed it all over his face.

"..."

Wen Zhi instinctively closed his eyes, turned his face away, and used his arm to block the spray.

Wen Yisheng quickly seized the opportunity to kick him to vent her anger, but... it seems she kicked Wen Dingdingzhi instead.

He let out a suppressed groan, arched his back slightly, and took a half-step back. Wen Yisheng took advantage of this opportunity to turn around and run away.

"Uh... Wen, Yi, Sheng."

Wen Zhi called out to him in a drawn-out, highly warning tone, his voice full of hostility.

He dodged quickly, and Wen Yisheng also moved hastily, not spraying him directly into the eyes, only a few drops of water mist drifted into his eyes.

My eyes are still uncomfortable, spicy and sore, and there are hideous red blood vessels in them.

Wen Zhi blinked hard at his stinging eyes and chased after him.

Men with long legs always have the upper hand in chases.

"Hey, what are you running for?"

"Wen Yisheng, do you think this game of running and chasing is fun? Let's go back to the dorm?"

"You're so naive, baby. I can catch you no matter where you run off to, believe it or not?"

He seemed to be getting more and more excited as he chased after her, like a wild animal in heat chasing a female, instinctively feeling the thrill of the hunt.

That's insane.

Wen Yisheng covered her ears and ran, his devilish voice following her like a shadow, echoing softly from a distance behind her.

Even with memories of two lifetimes, she couldn't stand it; it was absolutely terrifying.

She didn't want to confront him directly or try to coax him; she just wanted some peace and quiet, just a little while.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

A security guard patrolling with a stun gun was strolling downstairs at the women's apartment building when he saw this scene.

Wen Yisheng saw her savior and ran to the security guard, pointing at Wen Zhi: "Uncle, he's a pervert! He's been chasing me all this way!"

The security guard, with a professional walkie-talkie strapped to his waist, shielded Wen Yisheng behind him, saying, "Don't be afraid, little girl. Uncle specializes in dealing with hooligans and perverts."

The security guard pointed his stun gun at Wen Zhi: "Where are you from? Are you from our school? What do you want?!"

"..."

Wen Zhi stopped in his tracks, expressionless, and gave Wen Yisheng a deep look.

She suddenly smiled gently, said nothing, and turned to leave.

The security guard thought he was too handsome to be a hooligan, and guessed that it was just a young couple having a fight.

So the security guard didn't chase after him immediately, but turned to Wen Yisheng to confirm, "Young lady, that young man isn't your boyfriend, is he?"

Wen Zhi looked down at his phone as he slowly walked away.

It gradually solidified into a hazy shadow in her vision.

My phone vibrated; the other person was still there when a text message came in—

Don't let me catch you.