The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

What is it...?

Like a limp kitten raising its front paws, it instantly transforms into a ferocious beast.

Wen Yisheng stiffened in his arms.

She wrapped her arm around Wen Zhi's neck, using the force to pull her whole body towards his upper body.

"You...you pervert!" Her face flushed red.

Wen Yisheng was blindfolded, and her vision was completely dark, making it impossible for her to see anything.

Other senses are amplified, making them very sensitive.

Wen Yisheng was originally being carried obediently by him.

She reacted violently this time, standing up abruptly.

She supported herself on Wen Zhi's shoulder with one hand and held his soft, short hair with the other.

"Put me down...I can walk by myself!"

Wen Zhi remained expressionless and continued to carry her.

He supported her with his left arm, taking steady and calm steps.

He explained casually, "This is a normal reaction. You know how much I love you. Love and sex are connected, and I love you just the same way, without reservation."

Wen Yisheng was speechless with utter disbelief at his shamelessness.

That beast.

They're so thick-skinned that even bullets can't penetrate them!

He even solemnly used love to mask his lewd and despicable nature!

Wen Yisheng was furious: "I! Don't! Know!"

"Then behave yourself. If you keep thrashing around, I won't mind letting you get a proper look at yourself from all angles."

Wen Zhi's words carried an ambiguous warning, while the hand supporting her leg tightened.

Wen Yisheng wore a light-colored long dress, revealing her slender, smooth, and fair legs.

This position makes it very convenient for him to cause trouble.

Wen Yisheng froze, annoyed yet helpless.

Her little face was filled with humiliation, but she obediently became quiet and clung to his shoulder indignantly.

My whole body was tense, and I shrank back as if afraid of being touched again.

At the same time, I felt restless and uneasy.

What should we do next...?

Wen Zhi remembered her, but she had only enjoyed a month of freedom.

She didn't want to...

To be honest, although Wen Zhi was just as possessive, he didn't seem to be as ruthless as he was in his previous life.

She also had moments of despair, thinking that since she couldn't avoid it, she wouldn't run away, and that they should compromise and tolerate each other. She would try to coax him into being together, even if it was emotionally exhausting.

But then I thought, he doesn't seem to have changed much at all!

Just a few hours ago, he ran over Qi Lin with his car and plotted to assassinate them, showing no regard for human life.

The outcome of her compromise will most likely be the same as what she remembers from her past life:

— She registered her marriage with him, was not allowed to dance or work, lost all social activities, stayed at home every day waiting for him to come back, and was eventually imprisoned and killed by him.

Wen Yisheng was terrified at the thought of this possibility.

Temporarily setting aside her chaotic thoughts, Wen Yisheng noticed that Wen Zhi had stopped walking, and she couldn't help but ask, "Are you out yet?"

"Not yet," he replied.

Wen Zhi turned his head to look at her, his expression gentle: "Tired?"

"Hmm." Wen Yisheng nodded. Her eyes were covered by a silk ribbon, but you could tell from the lower half of her face that she was listless.

Wen Zhi tightened his grip on her, without saying a word.

Then Wen Yisheng could feel that they seemed to be moving upwards.

I was so nervous and scared when I arrived that I didn't pay attention to it. Now that I've calmed down, I realize that this feeling is the same as the slight feeling of being suspended in mid-air when I ride an elevator.

Wen Yisheng was filled with suspicion. Were they in the elevator?

That laboratory is really huge; it's quite possible it's built underground...

The feeling of being suspended in mid-air quickly disappeared, and Wen Zhi carried her outside. Wen Yisheng felt a cool breeze on her face; they were outside.

Where exactly is this?

Adhering to the truth that the more you know, the faster you die, Wen Yisheng was only a little curious but didn't want to delve deeper.

-

Tonight was full of twists and turns.

Wen Zhi drove towards the city center. He drove steadily and at a steady speed, with soft music playing. Wen Yisheng felt sleepy and couldn't stay awake any longer, so she leaned her head against the back of the passenger seat and fell asleep. When she woke up, she found that the car was entering the underground entrance of Hetang Bay.

Wen Yisheng instantly sobered up: "I don't want to stay here. Take me back to Peking University, or let me off the bus."

Wen Zhili ignored her, drove the car into the basement, made a turn, glanced at the rearview mirror, and reversed into the garage.

He pulled the handbrake, turned off the engine, got out of the car, dragged her out, and half-forced her into the elevator, giving the order: "You've moved out of the dorm, move back in."

It's always like this.

As soon as Wen Yisheng entered the elevator, she angrily shook him off, lowered her eyes, and refused to look at him.

"You're really annoying, I don't want to talk to you," she said irritably.

Wen Zhi's eyes darkened: "Say that again?"

"It's even more annoying now." Wen Yisheng frowned and turned her face away.

"..."

She bluntly said she hated him and wasn't afraid of him at all.

Wen Zhi, on the contrary, couldn't bring himself to be ruthless.

Isn't it normal for young couples to bicker? As the perfect boyfriend, he has to be tolerant.

"It's too late, let's stay here tonight and talk about the rest tomorrow." Wen Zhi conceded, coaxing softly, "Is that alright?"

She raised her hand and rubbed her head again: "My head feels uncomfortable, I don't know why."

Wen Yisheng crossed her arms.

He stared at the ever-rising floor numbers in the elevator, his expression cold and indifferent.

There was no response whatsoever.

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes and stared at her profile, repeating, "I said I have a headache."

Wen Yisheng let out a soft breath, as if building up some kind of psychological defense for herself.

She reached out a hand and placed it on Wen Zhi's forehead: "You don't have a fever."

Her palms were warm and soft, and Wen Zhi's expression improved a bit: "It's just that thinking about you gives me a headache, it seems to be a lingering effect."

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment.

The image of him protecting her on the island flashed through her mind, blood dripping from his forehead and staining her eyes red.

Later, the doctor diagnosed that the main reason he forgot her, besides the blow to the back of his head, was psychological trauma. Because he felt extreme pain, his brain shut down and chose to forget...

Did he also feel pain because of her...?

Wen Yisheng's heart was filled with complicated emotions. She closed her eyes and suppressed her chaotic thoughts.

Ding. The elevator has arrived.

Wen Yisheng stepped out first, and Wen Zhi's face darkened. He stared at her menacingly and followed her out.

Everything still feels familiar.

Wen Yisheng looked at the front door, paused, and suddenly turned around.

She looked up at Wen Zhi and said awkwardly, "Are you still a child? Why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup if you have a headache? I'm not a doctor."

Wen Zhi's expression softened, and the intense anger in his eyes silently dissipated.

"I need you to rub it," Wen Zhi said in a muffled voice.

His childish tone sounded like he was sulking and throwing a tantrum.

"..."