The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng was placed in the passenger seat.

Of course, the rental fee has already been paid.

Wen Zhi placed her down, remaining silent with a gloomy and indifferent expression. He turned around, took a long stride back to the driver's seat, and drove the car back to the main road at a steady speed.

The car was so quiet that Wen Yisheng felt uneasy.

How did I end up in his car...? Wen Yisheng felt uneasy afterwards, but there was nothing she could do. Wen Zhi was a maniac when he was having an episode, and sometimes not going along with him could lead to even more terrible disasters.

Being alone with Wen Zhi in an enclosed space was undoubtedly terrifying; she was on edge and on high alert.

Wen Yisheng's phone, which was held in her palm, suddenly vibrated twice.

It wasn't obvious, but it stood out starkly in the deathly silence of the car.

Wen Yisheng gripped her phone tightly, noticing something keenly.

Wen Zhi, who had been staring ahead, lowered his brows and glanced at her with his dark eyes.

Wen Yisheng's drooping eyelashes fluttered erratically as she opened her phone.

A message from Wei Lan.

Still on the way?

It's so late, I should go pick you up from Kyoto University first.

"It's a girl, Wei Lan," Wen Yisheng immediately turned to Wen Zhi and said, "She was worried that something might happen to me on the way."

Wen Zhiqing gave a soft "hmm".

"..."

Wen Yisheng paused for a moment after speaking, feeling regret and remorse in her heart.

Why was she so nervous and uneasy, like a wife with a guilty conscience reporting to her strict husband?

Ultimately, it's because Wen Zhi is too abnormal.

Wen Zhi's expression remained calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, as if it were perfectly natural for Wen Yisheng to share her private matters with him.

Wen Yisheng replied to Wei Lan's message.

The car lights were on, casting a warm, soft glow.

Wen Yisheng's gaze wandered around, but before she could focus on anything, it landed on the person in the driver's seat.

Wen Zhi was unusually quiet, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong with him; he didn't utter a sound the whole way.

His driving posture was casual, yet he exuded a refined and noble air as he sat there. His jawline was smooth and delicate, and the curve from his nose to his chin and Adam's apple was perfect.

If we had to rank the most beautiful parts of his body, his hands would probably be in the top five.

Wen Zhi's hands were well-proportioned with flesh and bones, and his fingers were long and slender.

At this moment, he was holding the steering wheel with one hand, his dark watch clasped around his fair wrist, and the faint blue veins on the back of his hand disappeared into the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, giving him a powerful and blush-inducing presence.

—And a restrained temperament.

"Why are you staring at me like that, you jerk?" He lifted his eyelids and gave her a cold glance.

The language was so vulgar it was unbearable to hear.

"..." Abstinence my foot, what an absurd illusion.

Wen Yisheng frowned slightly, a look of disgust flashing across her face. She leaned back in her chair and stared out the window without saying a word.

The car suddenly stopped.

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment, but they hadn't arrived at the hospital yet.

Wen Zhi unbuckled his seatbelt, clearly indicating that he was getting out of the car.

Wen Yisheng looked at him: "Where are you going? I'm going to the hospital..."

Wen Zhi pursed his lips and remained silent. He stepped out of the car with his long legs, glanced at her sandal-clad feet, and slammed the car door shut.

"Hey!" Wen Yisheng said anxiously.

Wen Zhi walked towards a 24-hour convenience store on the side of the road.

Buying things?

Wen Yisheng patiently endured it and sat in the car waiting for him to return.

The car doors were locked, and I couldn't bear to leave.

About five or six minutes later, Wen Zhi came out of the convenience store, holding something in his hand, which Wen Yisheng couldn't see clearly from a distance.

As they closed the distance, Wen Zhi didn't return to the driver's seat but opened the passenger door.

Wen Yisheng saw clearly what he had bought.

A pair of...socks?

What? He needs to change his socks?

Wen Yisheng was a little puzzled. The next moment she understood someone's intention.

Wen Zhi bent down, knelt on one knee outside the car, grabbed her calf, and held her smooth ankle with his large hand.

The socks I bought for her?

His palm was burning hot, and Wen Yisheng immediately pulled her foot back: "Are you kidding me? It's the middle of summer and I'm not cold, why are you wearing socks? Let go."

Wen Zhi remained silent, his palm tightening as he forcefully gripped her ankle.

Girls are naturally soft, and the skin on their feet is even more delicate, like a flower, as if it would crumble if you rub it.

As their body heat mingled, Wen Zhi's palm texture became slightly rough, and as he rubbed against her there, Wen Yisheng felt so itchy that her calves tensed up.

"Not wearing anything? Who do you want to expose yourself to?"

He looked up, his voice icy: "Do you think men with ulterior motives would want to fantasize about such a private part as your feet?"

"..."

Wen Yisheng gritted her teeth, speechless.

Wearing sandals and showing your toes doesn't mean you're being exposed.

She couldn't help but think of the words Wen Zhi would repeat to her in both her past lives: "No man is any good; their thoughts are filthy and disgusting. Stay away from men other than him."

She felt that it was Wen Zhi who was full of vulgar and obscene nonsense!

This is probably what they mean by: you see the world as you are, right?

Wen Yisheng couldn't outmaneuver him.

I could only compromise one thing: "Okay, I'll wear them. But don't bother, give me the socks, I'll put them on myself."

Wen held on tightly, refusing to let go.

Holding Wen Yisheng's slender white ankle, he removed the sandals hanging on her small feet.

First, she took out her homemade compressed disinfectant wipes from her pocket. The small box was easy to carry in her pocket. She took out two wipes and carefully wiped her already clean feet.

She was already clean and healthy, and she had taken a shower before going out. Her feet didn't smell at all, her skin was soft, and her nails were delicate and pinkish-white.

Wen Yisheng's expression was indescribable.

Feet are a sensitive part of everyone's body, closely connected to nerves, and cannot withstand any stimulation.

The cool, damp tissue wiped across the back of her foot, but Wen Zhi's hand was burning hot. Wen Yisheng trembled slightly for a moment, and her pink toes curled up.

Wen Yisheng was both angry and weak, and had no strength left to struggle.

"You..." She bit her lip, her eyes reddening with anger. "If you think I'm dirty, then don't touch me, okay? And you used disinfectant wipes. I already told you I'd dress myself."

Wen Zhi has a severe case of mysophobia, she knows it all too well.

But in this situation, he forcefully grabbed her foot and wiped it with a disinfectant wipe. Who was he trying to disgust?

"I won't touch it if I think it's dirty," Wen Zhi said without looking up.

After wiping with a wet wipe, I took a dry tissue from the car and wiped it again carefully.

Once her right foot was healed, I picked up her left foot and started again.

Wen Zhi lightly brushed the sole of her foot with his fingertips. Wen Yisheng reacted strongly, as if an electric current had surged into her bones. Her breathing became disordered, and she shuddered.

Her already gentle voice softened like a pool of spring water: "Don't... touch..."

Wen Zhi looked up. So sensitive.

He was crouching on one knee in a low posture, while Wen Yisheng, sitting in the car, was slightly taller than him.

He smiled slightly, and a streetlamp happened to be standing by the roadside, casting a soft glow on his head. He lowered his head and kissed her.

Wen Zhi offered no explanation.

It wasn't disdain, but rather an open display of affection disguised as obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"You're filthy, get out!" Wen Yisheng couldn't take it anymore and kicked him in the face.

It's not that she's never been kissed before; his fetishes are very unrestrained, and she...

However, here, the amnesiac Wen Zhi seems to be an upgraded version of a psychopath.

Luckily it was late at night, and no one passed by and saw it.

Wen Zhi was kicked, then stopped making a fuss and tore open the sock packaging.

Wen Yisheng looked over and saw pure white cotton mid-length socks without any pattern, but the cuffs were trimmed with petal-shaped edges. The material was thin and breathable, simple yet beautiful.

Wen Zhi's aesthetic sense has always been quite good.

Why is he dawdling like that?

Wen Yisheng was in a hurry to get to the hospital, so she put her fair and tender legs upside down for him to put on: "If you're going to do it, hurry up."

Wen Zhi tilted his head slightly, unhurried and very serious.

He first rolled the sock halfway up his hand, then slipped it over her foot. His movements were practiced and natural, as if he had done it many times before.

Wen Yisheng leaned on the leather seat, her eyes fixed on his lowered and focused brows.

The person in front of me is gentle, considerate, and absolutely devoted.

Yet it is also a monster with almost no emotions, a contradiction, like an evil flower whose pollen is poisonous; if you touch it, you will be dragged to hell.

Wen Yisheng looked away, turned her face away, and pursed her lips.

-

The hospital was very quiet.

Wen Yisheng wore socks and sandals, a strange combination, and followed the ward number sent by Wei Lan to find her way there.

Wei Lan heard the knock on the door, got up to go and greet it, but was stunned to see Wen Zhi behind Wen Yisheng.

"Uh... what's going on between you two?" Wei Lan asked with interest.

Wen Yisheng didn't know how to explain, so she pretended to be clueless and asked, "Are you painting?"

"She's fine, I coaxed her to sleep." Wei Lan stepped aside, and Wen Yisheng went in, seeing Ye Hehua lying asleep on the bed.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Hehua woke up: "Sheng Sheng..."

Then she saw Wen Zhi behind her, and her expression changed.

Wen Zhi glanced at her lightly, a cold glint in his eyes, and asked Wei Lan, "Where are Lu Zhizhou and Xie Yu?"

His question made Ye Hehua even more stiff, and Wen Yisheng held her hand to comfort her.

Wei Lan said, "Upstairs is 3011."

Wen Zhi nodded, glanced at Wen Yisheng, and left the ward.

Lu Zhizhou and Xie Yu slowly woke up in the hospital room.

Lu Zhizhou was injured in the head, and Xie Yu was injured in the leg. The two were arranged to share a hospital room, and when they woke up, they found that the person in the next bed was the other.

He was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he couldn't get out of bed, so he grabbed things from the table and smashed them against the other person's hospital bed.

Before Lu Zhizhou could smash the vase he was carrying, someone walked in.

Lu Zhizhou froze, looking at the newcomer: "Brother Zhi..."

Wen Zhi's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were very shallow and indifferent, and he slowly walked to the middle of the two hospital beds.

He looked at the two of them, pursing his lips to reveal a faint, enigmatic smile.

Xie Yu stared at him in a daze: "Ah Zhi... Ah!"

Wen Zhi slowly raised his hand and pressed it hard against the injured, bandaged leg.

Xie Yu's eyes widened, his face contorted in pain, and his cries of agony echoed from the ward.

Lu Zhizhou was stunned.

What's going on?

Brother Zhi is teaching Xie Yu a lesson because of him!

Thinking about it this way, Lu Zhizhou was so moved that he almost burst into tears.

Xie Yu was sweating profusely, and he hunched over, weakly clutching his legs.

"Brother Zhi..." Lu Zhizhou choked up.

The next moment, he saw Wen Zhi walking towards him.

Wen Zhi's lips curled slightly, but his eyes were so indifferent that no smile could be seen.

Lu Zhizhou's heart skipped a beat, a sudden wave of unease washing over him. He shrank back, saying, "Brother Zhi, you...you're my brother, right...?"

Wen Zhi smiled faintly and remained silent, picking up the vase on the table and weighing it in his hand.