The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Zhi felt like a complete idiot, having been so easily manipulated by her. His knuckles trembled and turned white from clenching his fist.

— Catch him and lock him up to teach this fool a lesson.

Wen Zhi was a man of action; the moment the idea came to him, he had already mentally rehearsed more than a dozen ways to lock her up.

He turned and left the kitchen. As he passed through the living room, he saw the phone on the table. Wen Zhi bent down and picked it up. His mind was filled with the image of Wen Yisheng gently kissing his forehead just half an hour ago.

The thought of this made him feel incredibly wronged and manic, with tears welling up in his eyes and him repeatedly muttering "liar, liar" under his breath.

He was so angry that his fingertips trembled slightly. He opened his phone, but a notification popped up in the notification bar with an unread text message sent more than 20 minutes earlier.

Wen Zhi swiped away directly, but stopped when he saw the sender's note.

Wen Yisheng sent:

There's not much food at home, so I'm going to the nearby supermarket to buy some.

"..."

For the past month, no one has lived in Hetang Bay. The amnesiac Wen Zhi has been living in the Wen family home. Only the cleaning lady comes to clean regularly. Vegetables and fresh meat would have spoiled long ago by now and have been cleaned up.

The supermarket was quite crowded at lunchtime. Wen Yisheng pushed her shopping cart into the vegetable section and picked out a head of broccoli, putting it into the cart.

Her cooking skills are really just average. When her parents were still alive, they doted on her and she never went into the kitchen. Occasionally, she would help her father wash the dishes.

The two years following her parents' passing were the most difficult for her. She learned to cook, but could only make simple stir-fries. After meeting Wen Zhi, she never entered the kitchen again. He took better care of her than her father, and wished he could feed her with his own hands.

My phone suddenly rang in my pocket.

Wen Yisheng freed one hand, took out her phone, saw the incoming call, frowned slightly, swiped to answer, and put it to her ear.

But then a few middle-aged women came up behind them, scrambling to grab vegetables and noisily squeezing into the narrow passageway.

Wen Yisheng's stroller was indeed blocking the way.

Unable to control the cart with one hand, she tilted her head to the side, holding the phone between her ear and neck, freeing both hands to push the cart while listening to the call: "Didn't I tell you to sleep? What are you doing?"

After the call was connected, there was silence on the other end.

After a long while, a low, hoarse voice finally came through: "Where are you?"

"Supermarket, didn't you see the text message before you called?" Wen Yisheng said.

Wen Zhi paused for a moment, then obediently hummed in agreement: "I saw it."

"...Then why ask me where I am?" She remained silent for a moment, walked to the fruit section, looked around, and said, "Is there anything you'd like to eat? I'll take it back."

"No," he said again, "I'll come pick you up."

"No, go to sleep now, immediately. If I come home and you're not asleep, the consequences will be severe," Wen Yisheng said firmly before hanging up the phone.

"..."

Wen Zhi sat on the carpet, back to the sofa, holding his phone, still slightly dazed, but unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

For the first time, he wondered if he had masochistic tendencies.

Otherwise, why would he feel so happy and comfortable when Wen Yisheng was so fierce?

-

When Wen Yisheng returned, the room was quiet, clearly indicating that the 'threat' had worked and someone was obediently sleeping.

She went straight into the kitchen with her shopping bags, washed her hands, and started cooking.

It's been a long time since I've been in the kitchen, and I'm a bit rusty with the knife. I made the simplest three dishes and one porridge: broccoli with minced garlic, boiled shrimp, celery and diced meat, and mung bean and lily bulb porridge.

They tasted it and the flavors were just average, a far cry from Wen Zhi's cooking skills, but not bad either, edible. She knocked on the door but no one answered, so Wen Yisheng pushed the door open and went in. Wen Zhi was still asleep.

A person who can be cold-blooded and cruel when he's bad can have an innocent sleeping face. The soft sunlight illuminates his gentle facial features, his skin is pale, his lips are thin and pink, and his collar is slightly open, revealing his sexy collarbone, making him exceptionally attractive.

Wen Yisheng sat on the edge of the bed looking at him, slightly dazed. Of course, there was a reason for her sudden change in attitude towards him.

In her past life, she found it difficult to accept Wen Zhi's morbid feelings because of Zhong Yue'er's instigation, and the result of her repeated escapes was obvious: it would only make Wen Zhi more perverted.

Having gone through so much, in case Wen Zhi kills indiscriminately, and with the compassionate thought of "If I don't go to hell, who will?", Wen Yisheng decides to give him one last chance.

Does she like Wen Zhi? This simple question is very complicated for Wen Yisheng. She doesn't even want to think about it, just like someone facing life and death has no mind to care about the old wounds that are riddled with holes on their body.

After a while, she will perform at the Peking University anniversary gala. If Wen Zhi dares to force her like he did in his previous life, it will be because of his ridiculous possessiveness...

Then, she would never waver in her feelings for him again, preferring to perish together rather than remain his 'dog' locked up at home.

Wen Yisheng watched him sleep for a moment, lost in thought.

Wen Zhi lay on the bed, his thin eyelids twitching slightly.

The corners of her mouth turned up without her noticing, and a pair of small dimples appeared and disappeared on her cheeks.

Before he even opened his eyes, he seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes smirked triumphantly.

She hummed softly, "Spying on me."

Wen Yisheng snapped out of her daze, her expression slightly unnatural: "You're awake, so get up and eat!"

"Ridiculous, what... what are you peeping at?"

She couldn't stand his smug, self-satisfied look, so she deliberately made a circle around her eyes with her fingers to mimic glasses and exaggeratedly said, "Those dark circles look so heavy, you look weak. People who don't know better might think you're indulging in excessive sexual activity."

Wen Zhi: "..."

After Wen Yisheng finished her sarcastic remarks, she got up and left. Wen Zhi didn't get angry or bother her like before.

During the meal, Wen Yisheng glanced up and was extremely surprised to see that the person opposite her had regained their exquisite and flawless features.

"Where are your dark circles?"

Wen Zhi pushed the small porcelain plate containing peeled, tender white shrimp meat to her side.

He ate the mediocre food with relish, raising an eyebrow and smiling: "What are dark circles? I've never had any. I don't understand what you're talking about at all."

"Ah, open your mouth, your boyfriend is going to feed you."

"..." It's ineffective to play dumb, okay?

Wen Yisheng shook her head to avoid it, refusing to eat what he offered.

Before Wen Zhi lost his memory, the two had been living together as boyfriend and girlfriend for more than half a year, though Wen Yisheng was forced into it. His way of interacting with her was always so affectionate, so Wen Yisheng didn't find it awkward at all; on the contrary, she was used to it. That's just Wen Zhi.

As Wen Yisheng ate her meal, she secretly glanced at the person opposite her with a suspicious look.

She bit her chopsticks, then suddenly understood. Her eyes sparkling, she eagerly asked him, "Which concealer did you use? The makeup looks so natural! Can you share it with me?"

Wen Zhi froze slightly: "..."

Boyfriend becomes beauty best friend, all it takes is a concealer.

-

It was already 3 p.m. when I left the hospital.

The examination results showed that Wen Zhi's old head injury was not serious. Based on the description, the doctor could only diagnose it as a mental disorder and said he needed to go to the neurology department.

Wen Yisheng: "..." He really is a lunatic.

Wen Zhi said that his head no longer hurt and seemed to really dislike going to the neurologist.

"..." It is reasonable to suspect that he knows he has a mental illness.

Wen Zhi hugged her tightly, lowered his head, and gazed tenderly at her eyes: "Seeing you makes the pain go away, it's just so magical."

Today's experience was wonderful and dreamlike; Wen Zhi felt a sense of unreality.

He suspected that Wen Yisheng was a mermaid princess, and that she would disappear into the sea and never be found again if he wasn't careful. He was afraid that it was all just a fleeting illusion.

"Let's go home." Wen Zhi led her to the parking lot.

Wen Yisheng stopped in his tracks. The summer heat in June was already intense, and it felt like being steamed in a furnace outside. Their hands, which were clasped together, inevitably became sweaty. However, she didn't show any aversion and let him hold her hand.

"What's wrong?" Wen Zhi asked her.

Wen Yisheng said directly, "I have class tomorrow, and I have to go back to school tonight, but we're going on a date before I go back, okay?"