The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

At the same time, in another ward.

Ye Hehua was absent-minded, her face was ashen as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, and she was expressionless.

Wen Yisheng's palm was soft as he gently held her hand and asked softly, "What exactly is going on between you, Lu Zhizhou, and Xie Yu?"

Ye Hehua turned her head and stared at the white wall for a long time without saying a word. Wei Lan, being straightforward, answered directly: "What else could it be? A love triangle, of course."

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but you're a bit out of touch with your art. You were doing so well with Lu Zhizhou back then, how did you end up getting involved with Xie Yu?"

"Most men are beasts with a strong desire to conquer and a strong sense of territory. Lu Zhizhou, who grew up wildly in the industry, may seem carefree and playful, but he's not one to suffer a loss. You have an ambiguous relationship with his brother; do you think he can swallow this?"

Ye Hehua remained expressionless.

Wen Yisheng turned her head and gave Wei Lan a wink.

Wei Lan shut his mouth and sighed softly.

"So you didn't go home at all during this time, and stayed in Beijing with Lu Zhizhou?" Wen Yisheng asked her.

Ye Hehua lowered her eyes, and the hand that Wen Yisheng was holding tightened slightly.

Wei Lan narrowed his eyes, saw something, and suddenly leaned over, reaching out to pull Ye Hehua's collar.

Wen Yisheng looked over and was stunned.

Ye Hehua's collar was slightly pulled open, revealing several suspicious red marks on her collarbone and shoulder skin.

Wen Yisheng has experienced many memories from two lifetimes.

She knew all too well what caused these varying shades of red marks to appear.

"This is..." Wen Yisheng hesitated, then exchanged a glance with Wei Lan, both of their expressions becoming serious.

Wei Lan, being straightforward, asked whatever came to mind, quite surprised: "Was this done by Lu Zhizhou or Xie Yu? Who did it with? Or both of them...?"

Wen Yisheng tugged at her hem, frowned slightly, and shook her head.

Wei Lan realized that she had asked a question that was too direct and shut her mouth in embarrassment.

"Lu Zhizhou," Ye Hehua suddenly said.

She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing even more shocking hickeys and bite marks on her chest.

"Damn." Wei Lan gasped.

Lu Zhizhou doesn't seem very serious usually, and he even has this strange habit of biting people like this. Is he a psychopath?

hiss--

Looking at the dense marks, Wen Yisheng instantly thought of her own body and felt a pang of pain.

Fortunately, Wen Zhi still has some humanity.

After several desperate orders from her, he stopped biting her like a mad dog.

Or perhaps he learned restraint; the precious treasure held in his palm shouldn't be treated so rudely.

Wen Zhihui restrained himself, leaving only a few scattered, scorching marks.

For example, when emotions run high.

Back of the neck.

Heart.

Lower back dimples.

Inner thigh.

……

Wen Yisheng broke out in a cold sweat, realizing she couldn't think about it anymore.

She reached out to help Ye Hehua straighten her clothes, but was more worried about another aspect: "You and Lu Zhizhou, is it... consensual, or is it him...?"

Ye Hehua closed her eyes and interrupted her in a very soft voice.

"Lanlan is right, I was the one who didn't understand at first."

She closed her eyes and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "So this is how I repay him, with my body. We're even now."

Wen Yisheng's expression was not good.

This is quite obvious; it doesn't seem like a mutual agreement, but rather that someone was forced to compromise.

Wei Lan was furious and clenched her fists. Ye Hehua was wrong, but Lu Zhizhou dared to force her, so this was no longer a matter of feelings.

She grabbed the glass vase on the table: "What kind of dog is this, forcing a girl? I'll go..."

"Don't go, it's alright," Ye Hehua pulled her back, genuinely unconcerned. "We're all adults, I've enjoyed myself, I didn't lose out, so it's a good way to settle things even and avoid further entanglement."

Wei Lan then put down the vase.

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips, somewhat absent-minded.

Aren't you going to make trouble...?

She thought to herself in anguish that if this method really worked, she would rather sleep with Wen Zhi.

"Oh!" Wei Lan exclaimed in surprise, her expression subtle. "Qi Lin was in a car accident and was also brought to this hospital."

Wen Yisheng's previously melancholy expression immediately changed: "Which ward?"

Wei Lan chuckled dryly and pointed to the ceiling: "It seems to be on the third floor, the same floor as Lu Zhizhou and the others."

"..."

Wen Yisheng's breath hitched, her head buzzed, and she was slow to react for several seconds.

She managed to keep her voice steady as she stood up and said, "I'm going out for a bit."

It's the middle of the night, there's no way we'd run into each other that way.

And this is a hospital.

Even if we run into each other, it shouldn't cause any serious trouble, right?

Despite telling herself this, Wen Yisheng clearly believed that Wen Zhi had become so bad that he was beyond redemption.

She even considered the most malicious possibility: Could it be that Wen Zhi knew from the beginning that Qi Lin was upstairs?

Thinking about it this way, Wen Yisheng couldn't help but shudder. It was terrifying.

……

In the dead of night, the hospital corridors are brightly lit and pristine, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After exiting the ward, walk past two more wards, and the staircase is on your left. The distance between the floors is short, so you won't have to run to wait for the elevator.

Wen Yisheng turned into the stairwell, and the motion-sensor lights on the floor instantly turned as bright as day. She stepped onto the stairs.

Skillful.

Just as I reached the corner of the stairs, a shadow loomed over me.

She paused, then looked up.

The other party was tall and stood on the upper steps, looking down from above with an indescribable sense of dominance and oppression, making Wen Yisheng appear even weaker and more vulnerable.

His body was slightly backlit, with a crimson spark flashing in mid-air and smoke swirling around him.

Wen Yisheng narrowed her eyes slightly, and was in a daze for two seconds.

Upon closer inspection, he recognized the man's refined and handsome face and was immediately taken aback.

"..."

Wen Zhi. He stood quietly, a cigarette between his teeth, his thin, pale eyelids drooping slightly as he turned his head to look at her.

They seemed surprised by Wen Yisheng's sudden appearance.

Wen Zhi frowned, the annoyance in his eyes transforming into another complex emotion because of her intrusion.

"Looking for me?" The voice was slightly hoarse.

He casually raised his hand.

The rolled-up sleeves revealed a section of bony, pale wrist with faint blue veins. A cigarette was held between the knuckles, which was then stubbed out and tossed into the nearby trash can.

Wen Zhi has gentle eyes and brows. His undisguised nature creates a strong contrast, giving him a kind of refined yet wicked charm.

Even her voice was low and soft, dangerously sexy...

Pooh.

Wen Yisheng was almost bewitched by his enchanting face. He was just a pervert; who would want to see him?

She turned and ran.

Ke Wenyi forgot that she was wearing sandals.

I was running too fast, and as soon as I took a step, my foot slipped, and I fell to the side with a thud.

"..." These slippers aren't slip-resistant, I really should avoid them.

Wen Zhi reached out and easily pulled her into his arms.

He chuckled softly: "Gotcha."

"Ah Sheng." He hugged her tightly, his nose touching her face, sniffing her scent like a dog checking its territory.