The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Zhi really wasn't lying to Wen Yisheng.

As mentioned before, he only recovered part of his memories; the other part was like a layer of mist sealed in his sea of ​​consciousness, vague and intangible, and recalling it would give him a headache.

So Wen Zhi's statement that he gets a headache just thinking about Wen Yisheng is true, and he's not just pretending to be pitiful.

Around 4 a.m., Wen Zhi woke up suddenly after sleeping for less than two hours.

He didn't turn on the light, his whole being blending into the darkness, his breathing heavy.

I just had a short dream.

In his dream, Wen Yisheng was exceptionally beautiful. She would take the initiative to kiss him, rely on him, and let him... She would even secretly get jealous when she saw other women getting close to her. She loved him to the extreme.

Wen Zhi often had this kind of dream, but in the past, when he entered the dream, he was so immersed in it that he was going crazy with enjoyment, wishing he could die.

Adult men who can't get meat are repressed in reality, so it's problematic if they also feel repressed in their dreams.

But this dream was unsettling in every way...

To be precise.

Wen Zhi completely lacked the sense of immersion he usually had.

Although the man in my dream was also Wen Zhi, it felt like I was an intruder, floating outside the dream, watching them talk about love.

Wen Zhi recalled the Wen Zhi in his dream and felt a clear sense of jealousy.

That's right, he was jealous that Wen Zhi in his dream could win Wen Yisheng's affection, so he would rather hold his breath and suffocate to interrupt the dream and wake up.

—I had a headache after waking up.

The only way to relieve the pain is to keep an eye on Wen Yisheng.

I need to sleep. Wen Zhi walked out of the bedroom, found the key, opened the master bedroom where Wen Yisheng was sleeping, and went in.

Actually, he didn't want to stay up late.

Prolonged sleep deprivation can lead to kidney deficiency and loose skin. Wen Zhi often thought about Wen Yisheng all night, which caused him to have trouble sleeping.

Because of his youthful physique, it wasn't affected, but the unsightly dark circles under his eyes were starting to affect his appearance.

Last night, he drove out to chase after her, and even secretly used concealer to cover the dark circles under his eyes.

This effeminate and scheming approach was mainly because he didn't want Wen Yisheng to see any flaws on his face.

Wen Yisheng was really tired and was fast asleep. Wen Zhi quietly lifted her blanket and moved in.

The moment his head touched the pillow, Wen Yisheng squinted open his eyes.

Surprisingly, they didn't chase him away.

"Don't do it anymore, I'm sleepy..." She instead took the initiative to hug his waist, muttered a dissatisfied murmur, and then fell asleep again.

Her voice had a cute nasal tone, like she was being coquettish, light and soft, as if it were about to overflow with spring water...

Wen Zhi: ?

What are you doing?

Do.?

With whom?

Wen Yisheng's incoherent ramblings struck Wen Zhi like a heavy hammer, leaving him stunned for a long time.

It's hard for a normal person not to overthink when they hear this, let alone Wen Zhi, who is not quite normal. He is sensitive, suspicious, and extremely dark by nature, which means he is cold-blooded and misanthropic, and he associates everything with the ugliest aspects.

He had never been with her, and even if he only recovered some of his memories, he was certain that at most he had only rubbed against her.

So who did Wen Yisheng mistake him for?

Wen Zhi wanted to shake her awake and force her to explain, and even considered strangling her and then committing suicide, but when he saw her obedient sleeping face with her eyes closed, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

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Wen Yisheng slept until noon before waking up.

She realized she was dreaming again, a dream from her past life where she and Wen Zhi were still very much in love.

A few rays of light shone through the gap in the curtains, falling on her eyelashes and stinging her eyes. She frowned uncomfortably.

"woke up."

A hoarse, emotionless voice suddenly sounded beside my pillow.

Wen Yisheng turned her head and looked over, meeting a magnified handsome face.

The face was still beautiful, but the dark circles under the eyes were heavy, as if the person hadn't slept in a long time, and the eyeballs were full of hideous red blood vessels, which looked somewhat split and distorted because of the close distance.

What's most unsettling is his eyes.

It was like a vengeful ghost haunted by resentment, its head emanating a chilling aura of death—it was terrifying.

"...Oh my god." Wen Yisheng held her breath in fright.

She lifted the blanket and peeked inside. Thankfully, her clothes hadn't been taken off.

When the two lived together before, Wen Zhi often slept in her bed in the middle of the night, so Wen Yisheng remained relatively calm.

Because Wen Zhi had lost his memory, she came to Hetang Bay to clean up the traces of where she had stayed. She had stored all the clothes in the closet in another place. There were no clean clothes for her here, so she took Wen Zhi's shirt and wore it after taking a shower last night.

She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and the thin shirt couldn't hide her beautiful curves.

Wen Yisheng pulled the blanket over her chest:

"Get out."

Wen Zhi remained expressionless, his eyes showing dark circles: "Who is it?"

"What who?" This is completely incomprehensible.

I don't know what kind of crazy thing happened so early in the morning.

If he wouldn't leave, then she would. Wen Yisheng got out of bed wrapped in the blanket, but before her toes even touched the ground, Wen Zhi pressed her back onto the bed, straddled her, and sat on her waist.

"who is he?"

"What are you doing?!" It's so heavy, I can't move at all.

Wen Yisheng thought he was deliberately picking a fight to take advantage of her early in the morning, and struggled angrily.

"I heard you clearly."

Wen Zhi held her wrists with both hands and pressed them against the pillow, then moved closer to her.

His voice was hoarse and almost hysterical: "Wen Yisheng, you little beast, you scumbag, you play with one after another, are all women this promiscuous? Tell me!"

"...Which man did you sleep with behind my back?" His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour someone.

"..."

Wen Yisheng was completely bewildered by his posture. Was he trying to pick a fight and take advantage of her?

And what nonsense is Wen Zhi spouting? Isn't this the other way around?

Why does she act like a wealthy woman who has been caught cheating on her husband?

His eyes could be described as terrifying.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't say that," Wen Yisheng retorted seriously.

In Wen Zhi's eyes, this was nothing more than a shameless denial, showing no remorse whatsoever.

"Enough, enough, let's die together." Wen Zhi's hand trembled as he reached out to strangle her.

Wen Yisheng was genuinely panicking: "Are you crazy? Stop thinking such nonsense, okay? I really only have you!"

Wen Zhi's rationality was on the verge of collapse; his bloodshot eyes were filled with tears.

The veins in my palm were bulging, and my fingertips trembled, yet I couldn't bring myself to pinch them.

He suddenly lost his strength and collapsed onto her, burying his face in her neck. His messy, soft short hair, a light chestnut color in the light streaming in, tickled Wen Yisheng's face.

"...I heard everything." His voice was fragile, as if it were about to break.

Wen Yisheng genuinely thought he was going to strangle her, and felt a sense of relief, as if she had just escaped a disaster.

She didn't touch him, letting him press down on her; the room was quiet.

"What did you hear?" Wen Yisheng asked.

You know the answer in your heart.

"?" She really wasn't sure.

After a long while, I heard his hoarse voice in my ear: "When you were half asleep, you hugged my waist and said you didn't want to do it anymore. Who did you think I was? Who was that person?"

"..."

Seeing her silence, Wen Zhi was even more convinced that she was guilty and had been caught out. In addition to anger, he also felt a sense of sorrow and bitterness. This wicked woman deserves to die.

"I can explain," Wen Yisheng said, "whether you believe it or not."

She paused slightly, then said, "That person was you."

Wen Zhi was taken aback, propped himself up, and looked at her from above: "What did you say?"

Wen Yisheng's gaze swept carefully over his eyebrows, nose, and lips.

A sliver of light shone through a gap in the curtains, falling precisely on his neck, highlighting his prominent Adam's apple. Below that, his collarbone was adorned with a small mole, which appeared particularly alluring in the soft light.

Wen Yisheng raised her hand, her fingertips brushing against his Adam's apple, where it trembled slightly at her touch.

She was tired too, fed up with the endless game of cat and mouse.

Wen Zhi grabbed her hand as it continued to stroke downwards, his eyes dark and unreadable: "You're touching me? What do you mean by that?"

Wen Yisheng said, "Do you believe in reincarnation? I've had nightmares that are warnings from my past life more than once, which is why I avoided you when I first entered the Wen family, but I was still deceived by your pretense later on."

"I recently dreamed that I would die because of you when I'm twenty-five."

Wen Zhi coldly curled the corners of his lips.

"Edit."

"continue."

Wen Yisheng ignored him and continued, "In my past life in the dream, I, who hadn't received the warning, fell in love with you."

"We had a very loving and beautiful relationship."

"Hmm... So when you heard me talking in my sleep, it was actually because I was dreaming about my past life."

Wen Zhi's expression changed slightly.

He recalled the dream he had in the early hours of the morning, a dream he had no experience of, which was very similar to the one Wen Yisheng described.

"Later, as you can probably guess, I discovered that my gentle and perfect boyfriend was actually a very authoritarian and terrifying madman. I broke up with him and then you locked him up at home and tortured him to death."

After saying that, Wen Yisheng chuckled and said, "How about it? Doesn't it seem like something you'd do?"

"I don't believe it." Wen Zhi moved away from her, rolled over and lay down beside her, turning his head to stare at her. "You deliberately used death to deceive me, trying to make me let go."

"I'm telling you, it's impossible."

Wen Yisheng pulled her shirt tighter around her waist, got out of bed, and said, "Believe it or not."

"Where are you going? Come back."

Wen Zhi sat up but didn't stop her. "I have a headache. I'll only go to the hospital if you come with me."