The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

"I have a headache, I'll only go to the hospital if you come with me."

"Go if you want, don't go if you don't."

Wen Yisheng casually tossed out a sentence and walked away.

These words, however, were like a small knife chilled to ice, piercing Wen Zhi's heart and causing him deep pain.

I really don't care at all whether he lives or dies...

Wen Zhi sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes bloodshot, his resentment and anger making his gaze even more ferocious.

Wen Yisheng walked to the door, paused slightly, and rolled her eyes.

For some unknown reason, she turned back.

The resentment and irritability in Wen Zhi's eyes were like a bomb about to explode.

Wen Yisheng wasn't afraid at all. She sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted her eyelids to look at him, and asked, "You haven't slept all night?"

Wen Zhi stared at her with a sinister look, a cold snort escaped his nose, and he turned his head away without saying a word.

"..." He's got a temper now.

Wen Yisheng raised her hand to touch his hair: "I spoke impulsively just now. This injury... you got it while saving me, so I have an obligation to make it up to you. As your girlfriend, I also have a responsibility to accompany my boyfriend to the hospital."

After speaking sincerely, she softly asked, "Does your head still hurt?"

Wen Zhi's eyelashes were thick, black, and straight, each lash clearly visible in the light and shadow, casting faint shadows. Her lips were downturned, as if she were deeply aggrieved.

"It hurts so much," he said, hanging his head.

"..." and then she became coquettish.

Wen Yisheng reached out and touched the back of his head.

His hair was soft and slightly long. Because he hadn't styled it that morning, the stray hairs that slightly covered his eyebrows were messy and sticking out, but they actually looked quite good on his face, giving him a clean, refreshing, and languid look.

Her soft fingers ran through his hair and ruffled it. "Are you feeling better?" Wen Yisheng asked him.

Wen Zhi pursed his lips and nodded reservedly.

"A little bit better."

"..."

Wen Yisheng felt as if her eyes were blurred with ink and her heart was clouded by lard, which was why she thought he was kind of cute for a second.

The main problem is that he's too good at pretending. One second he's acting crazy and terrifying like a ghost, trying to strangle her, and the next second he can easily play the victim and act cute. Could Wen Zhi possibly have schizophrenia?

Wen Yisheng withdrew her hand, let out a soft, puzzled "hmm," and then reached out to lift his chin.

Wen Zhi obediently looked up, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, her eyes sparkling with helplessness, as if she were particularly innocent and pure.

Wen Yisheng rolled her eyes inwardly, but kept a straight face.

She hooked her fingers under Wen Zhi's chin, scrutinizing his face closely before finally settling on his eyebrows and eyes.

"Have you been sleeping for days?" she asked. "You have such dark circles under your eyes..."

Wen Zhi's face visibly stiffened.

All my innocence and feigned innocence vanished, and my mood plummeted.

He forgot that his ugly bluish-black complexion was being seen by Wen Yisheng.

She already found him disgusting, and only his face could capture her heart... Now...

Wen Zhifei quickly lay down.

He grabbed the blanket to cover his face, his voice slightly tense, and asked through the blanket, "Am I still the most handsome Wen Zhi in your eyes?"

"..."

Wen Yisheng was speechless. Who said you were the most beautiful in my eyes? You shameless bastard.

Hmm... he really is the most handsome guy she's ever seen.

Wen Yisheng didn't answer, but sighed softly, leaned forward, and reached out to pull the blanket over her.

Unfortunately, Wen Zhi was hiding inside, clutching the blanket tightly, and she couldn't pull him away.

Wen Yisheng almost laughed.

He knew Wen Zhi was narcissistic, but he didn't expect him to be so concerned about his appearance. Was he really that obsessed with his image? He should have known better than to mention his dark circles.

"Hey," Wen Yisheng pulled the blanket again, but still couldn't get it out, "If you don't come out, I'm leaving."

Wen Yisheng got up to leave, but a hand reached out from the gap in the blanket.

He grabbed her wrist.

The voice, though coming through the blanket, carried a menacing tone: "I'm not leaving."

Wen Yisheng frowned and then pulled the blanket off his head.

"Don't look at me." Wen Zhi immediately covered his face with his arm.

Wen Yisheng sat down again with a hint of helplessness. She forcefully pulled his arm down, grabbed his hand, which was much larger than hers, and pressed it onto the sheets. Looking down at him, she asked, "How many days have you not slept?"

Wen Zhi felt her soft hand grasp his.

So domineering, I love it...

He hesitated for a moment, unable to pull his hand away, and said with downcast eyes, "Many days."

"What are you doing instead of sleeping?"

"Miss you."

"..." She was completely impressed by him.

"I reasonably suspect your headache is due to lack of sleep," Wen Yisheng said, carefully tucking him in. "Sleep here for a while, I'll go cook dinner, and then I'll wake you up. After dinner, we'll go to the hospital."

Wen Zhi was stunned.

He obediently let her cover him with the blanket, his eyes fixed on every micro-expression on her face.

He couldn't help but wonder if this increasingly cunning woman was deliberately lowering his guard so she could sneak in arsenic, rat poison, and arsenic in his food, thus freeing herself from him completely.

Wen Zhixin's heart sank. So that's how it is.

Treacherous, cunning, and ruthless.

Don't even think about it!

Wen Yisheng could tell what ugly things he was thinking just by looking at his suddenly changing expression, which went from gloomy to sunny.

"Stop thinking nonsense. Murder is illegal. I'm not as twisted as you." She glared at her with narrowed eyes.

Mmm, so cute...

Wen Zhi's lips twitched slightly, and his heart melted instantly.

"I'll cook," Wen Yisheng recalled, "but my cooking skills are so-so, and I've probably gotten rusty since I haven't cooked in a long time."

Wen Zhi was more than just flattered.

They had been living together for almost two years, and he had never let her into the kitchen.

Now she really wants to cook for him with her own hands, with those soft and beautiful hands, only for him, and only for him in this lifetime?

Is this really not some kind of gentle trap?

Seeing that he was still staring at her with his big eyes, Wen Yisheng reached out and pointed at the tip of his nose: "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Wen Zhi's heart was pounding, and he couldn't believe it for a long time.

He blinked, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

"Give me a kiss, a kiss before bed, otherwise I have a hard time falling asleep," he made the request, his thoughts drifting.

"..." They took an inch and wanted a mile.

Wen Yisheng actually bent down, reached out and gently brushed away the stray hairs on his forehead, and kissed him on the brow.

"sleep!"

"..."

Wen Yisheng, did you take the wrong medicine?

Wen Zhi lay stiffly on the bed, thinking.

The soft warmth of her kiss still seemed to linger on his forehead.

As she moved, her hair gently brushed against his cheek, carrying a sweet scent that stirred the imagination.

Wen Zhi didn't actually believe Wen Yisheng's nonsense about past and present lives...

He would only love her, how could he possibly let her die?

It's fake. Such a clumsy trick won't fool him.

Wen Zhi lay on the bed where Wen Yisheng had slept for half an hour, his mind a jumble of thoughts, flashing through nearly a hundred analyses and judgments about her abnormal behavior.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

She threw off the covers, got out of bed, and without even putting on slippers, stormed out of the bedroom, passed through the empty living room, and stormed into the kitchen.

Wen Zhi's gaze swept around the kitchen, and his expression instantly turned gloomy and terrifying.

The kitchen was empty; there was no sign of Wen Yisheng.

……

What a scammer!

He will never believe her again!