The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

"..."

Wen Yihan means—

Find her a clean man to sleep with, and then her body won't be clean anymore, so she'll have no reason to dislike him anymore?

That's great. Most people wouldn't even dare to think of such a thought process.

Deep down, he truly shares the same blood as Wen Zhi.

Wen Yisheng couldn't help but smile. She looked at Wen Yihan and asked, "Do you really like me?"

The sun was blazing, and cicadas chirped from the treetops along the roadside. Wen Yihan, holding an umbrella, paused for a moment, then nodded: "I like you. Because of you, I've corrected many of my bad habits. I really like you."

The parasol created a patch of shade.

Wen Yisheng's expression softened, and her gaze paused on the hand holding the umbrella.

On Wen Yihan's little finger, there is a tiny scar on the fair skin, which is hard to notice unless you look closely.

Wen Zhi did a good thing.

Looking back on that scene now, in the cold, dark night, Wen Zhi was like a cold-blooded monster, cutting off his finger just to threaten her into being with him.

Wen Yisheng still felt lingering fear when she thought about it, and her heart trembled with fear.

She turned her gaze to his eyes: "I'm so happy to have been the initial reason for your change, and I believe you'll be even better in the future."

"Wen Yihan," she called his name, her voice even gentler than the summer breeze, "Stop being so persistent with me. Actually, if you think about it yourself, you don't like me that much, otherwise you wouldn't have said things like finding me other men."

"That's not how it is..." Wen Yihan explained anxiously.

That's how it is.

"No... Sheng Sheng, you..."

Wen Yisheng gently shook her head, extended her index finger, and made a 'shh' gesture to silence.

He was silenced from afar, his little mouth that wanted to explain was shut down.

She glanced at the parasol, then suddenly asked, "How much did you pay for this umbrella?"

"five……"

Wen Yihan was taken aback when Wen Yisheng opened her canvas bag. He watched as she pulled five ten-yuan bills from her wallet and handed them to him, asking, "Can I buy it?"

Wen Yihan pouted, remaining silent and still.

Like sadness, like feeling wronged.

Wen Yisheng took it as tacit agreement.

She stuffed the money into Wen Yihan's hand, took the umbrella from his hand, turned and walked away, waving to him with her back turned: "Thank you for the umbrella. Keep up the good work in the future!"

"It's so sunny, the umbrella came just in time." Wen Yisheng murmured, brushing a stray hair behind her ear with her finger, and took out her sunglasses from her bag and put them on.

Wen Yihan stood in the sun.

He gazed longingly at her slender figure holding the umbrella, then looked down at the five ten-yuan bills in his hand, carefully putting them away.

...I bought it for 500.

-

Wen Yisheng applied for the same online elective course as Wen Zhi, so she wouldn't have to go to the classroom and could avoid the possibility of running into him.

She had no classes in the afternoon, so she took advantage of the free time to go to the dance studio to practice the classical dance she would be performing at the school's anniversary gala.

When Wen Yisheng dances, she is so engrossed in the emotion that she doesn't notice Wei Lan bringing someone in to sit by the wall and watch.

Wen Yisheng stopped when she was so exhausted.

Wei Lan jumped up and clapped: "I don't understand dance and I don't appreciate it, but it's just one word: beautiful."

"Right, little Qilin?" Wei Lan nudged the boy next to him with his elbow.

Qi Lin was slightly stunned. This was the first time he had seen Wen Yisheng dance. He was poked and blinked before he came to his senses.

"Um."

"Sister." He smiled, his eyes as black as lacquer.

Wen Yisheng was wearing a form-fitting dance costume.

Her slender arms and long legs were fully exposed, her skin was so white it glowed, her long hair was tied up, her neck was white and delicate, her figure was slender yet her curves were exquisite, and her eyebrows and eyes were clear and refined, making it impossible for anyone to have any dirty or defiled thoughts.

His gaze sharpened slightly, he pursed his lips, turned and left the dance studio: "I'll wait for you outside."

Qi Lin went out and entered the restroom on this floor. He turned on the tap, filled a bowl with cold water, and rubbed his face. The cool water cooled him down a bit.

Water droplets dripped down his cheeks as Qi Lin exhaled deeply.

Turns out I'm dirty too...

-

Inside the changing room.

Wen Yisheng changed into her everyday clothes and asked Wei Lan, "Why did you bring him here?"

Wei Lan smiled: "You mean Qi Lin? Haha, did you see that? That little brother was completely mesmerized by your dancing. He's usually so arrogant, but your little heart has been completely captured by you."

Wei Lan and Qi Lin are both in the e-sports club, and they usually keep in touch and have a good relationship.

"Don't be like that. I've already explained to you that Qi Lin and I are just ordinary friends." Wen Yisheng was distressed, as Wei Lan had been trying to bring them together.

Wei Lan felt it was a pity; she sided with Qi Lin's younger brother.

"Okay. So, you still like Wen Xueshen?"

"I don't want either."

"If I were you, I'd want them all." Wei Lan wrapped his arm around her slender waist, grinning mischievously. "Just two of them."

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening and pushed her away forcefully.

This sister loves driving (in a sexually suggestive way), and her language is very explicit. She's read countless comics, and her language is incredibly vulgar. She seems very experienced and knows how to have fun in private...

But in reality, he's still a lifelong single who has never been in a serious relationship.

"Don't joke like that." Wen Yisheng said seriously and helplessly.

Wei Lan assured him, "Alright, alright, don't be angry. No matter how much Qi Lin tries to bribe me in the future, I won't create any more opportunities for him!"

"But..." Wei Lan shook her arm, "He's already here, waiting outside. We can't just send him away. It's just this once, just going out for a meal!"

After thinking for a moment, Wen Yisheng shook her head: "No, you take her away, I have things to do."

She's usually easy to talk to, but when she gets serious, she's a woman of her word.

Wei Lan sighed softly and said no more. "Alright, my poor little Qilin brother, you really won't give me a chance."

"..."

Wen Yisheng changed her clothes, smiled, and said, "I'm leaving now."

As they left the locker room, they saw Qi Lin leaning against the wall, waiting lazily in the corner of the corridor.

Wen Yisheng paused slightly, nodded politely to him, and walked past him.

Qi Lin hesitated for a moment, then caught up with her. "Sister, let's have dinner together later."

"No need, you can go about your business."

Qi Lin stared at her, his jaw clenched, then suddenly smiled, his eyes crinkling: "Then I'll see you off, I'm free anyway."

Wen Yisheng frowned, as if impatient: "No need."

She walked forward indifferently.

Qi Lin's eyes were dark, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

His older sister always rejected him like this, even though Wen Zhi clearly didn't remember her.

Why can't you try to accept him?

Qi Lin felt a tightness in his chest, and the boy's patience was worn down into other dark emotions similar to jealousy.

This building has an elevator.

Wen Yisheng lowered her head slightly to look at her phone as she stood at the elevator entrance waiting for the elevator.

"..." The next moment, her wrist tightened and was gripped forcefully.

She was shocked and before she could struggle, she was forcibly dragged into the classroom next door.

"What are you doing? Let go!" Wen Yisheng quickly calmed down and reprimanded the boy in front of her.

The classroom is empty at this time; the desks and chairs are bare.

Wen Yisheng was dragged into the classroom.

The man pushed her, and she stumbled backward, her lower back hitting the hard edge of the table.

After regaining his balance, Qi Lin kicked the classroom door shut.

He walked over, placed his hand on the table beside her, and encircled her between the table and his body.

The tall boy bent down to get closer, his dark eyes fixed on her fair face: "Why do you always avoid me? Can't you even try dating me?"

"..."

Wen Yisheng froze for a moment.

I never expected Qi Lin to pull this stunt.

He approached her closely, his youthful energy and body heat rising in the summer heat, enveloping her from all sides—a feeling she vehemently disliked and resisted.

Wen Yisheng leaned back against the table, creating some distance between herself and him.

"I've said it many times, I only see you as a younger brother. If you don't understand, I don't mind saying it again..."

He casually interrupted her: "Who wants to be your younger brother? We're not related by blood. What kind of older sister are you to me?"

"..."