The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Because of the dancing incident, their relationship, which had just begun to ease, became strained again, and they started a cold war.

It was called a cold war, but in reality, it was Wen Yisheng's one-sided depression and indifference.

Wen Zhi was still the same as before, knowing all her movements perfectly. He picked her up and dropped her off from school every day, and took care of her three meals a day. Even if Wen Yisheng deliberately avoided him, he would always appear suddenly like a ghost and catch her.

Wen Zhi was sensitive and suspicious, so he was naturally aware of Wen Yisheng's unusual behavior.

In fact, despite his gentle and good-tempered appearance, he was so agitated inside that he wanted to capture and lock up Wen Yisheng to stop her from acting childishly towards him.

But because he had enjoyed the sweet feeling of Wen Yisheng's tenderness, he especially wanted to go back to that stage. He knew that if he played the imprisonment and threat trick on her again, he would only get the pleasure of possession and physical satisfaction. Wen Yisheng would never take the initiative to kiss him as a reward again.

Wen Zhi didn't want to.

Now, unilateral possession is not what he wants.

What he longed for even more was for her to whisper softly in his arms. He loved every side of her—her cleverness when she used her little tricks to coax him, her adorable way of getting angry and embarrassed.

This is terrible.

What exactly does she want from him?

How long is she going to stay angry?

Compared to dance, is he just a piece of trash in her heart, something she can easily discard and is not worth mentioning?!

But he clearly only had eyes for her, and she was all he could think about.

At noon, Wen Zhi finished making lunch, packed it into a lunchbox, and took the insulated bag to the underground parking garage. During this time, he kept calling Wen Yisheng, but she seemed to have vanished into thin air and didn't answer the phone.

Wen Zhi got into the car and sent her a text message:

I've prepared dinner; I'll wait for you at Xiaoqing Lake.

He paused, his fingertips pausing slightly: "These are all your favorites."

This sentence is lavishly flattering.

The car turned and drove out of the garage, arriving at the school quickly. After parking, Wen Zhi carried the insulated bag to Xiaoqing Lake. Unsurprisingly, Wen Yisheng hadn't arrived yet, even though it was already eleven minutes past her get out of class dismissal time. She should have arrived by now, even if she had to crawl.

Wen Zhi closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the restlessness in his heart. He dialed the number again, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the phone.

Just as Wen Zhi was about to lose his temper after the phone call ended automatically without being answered, he turned around and saw Wen Yisheng walking leisurely towards him with a small parasol.

His Ah Sheng was already good-looking, wearing a plain long dress, a low ponytail, and a slender yet shapely figure.

Her simple attire only accentuated her refined and ethereal elegance, while Wen Zhi felt even more anxious and displeased. He wondered how many lecherous men he would attract along the way...

He strode over, snatched the parasol from her hand, and immediately began to question her coldly, "Why didn't you answer my calls or reply to my texts? Do you think I won't get angry?"

Wen Yisheng met his gloomy face, took out her phone and looked at it: "I'm sorry, please don't be angry, my phone died and turned off. I will be more careful next time."

"..."

Wen Zhi's mood was extremely low, like a volcanic rock about to erupt. However, Wen Yisheng was even more obedient than before, but without any warmth or emotion.

It was like punching cotton; no matter how fierce and raging Wen Zhiyu's anger was, he couldn't unleash it on her.

He held the umbrella in one hand, wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her. It was as if their body heat mingled, and all the restlessness disappeared the moment their lips touched.

Wen Yisheng tilted her head back to meet him, but a sticky sensation suddenly and aggressively seized her, leaving her feeling numb.

She frowned.

Wen Zhi finally left, lingeringly pecking her lips and biting her cheek: "I'll buy you a power bank later, let's see how you turn it off then."

"Hmm." Wen Yisheng took a tissue to wipe the water from her mouth, her expression indifferent, showing little reaction to his words, like an obedient puppet.

Wen Yisheng ate with delicate and graceful manners. Wen Zhi, sitting opposite her, rested his chin on his hand and watched her, speaking in a consultative tone: "I'm planning to take you to France this summer vacation, what do you think?"

"I think either is fine," Wen Yisheng replied without looking up, swallowing her food.

"Don't stay at school during the holidays, how about living with me?"

"I'm fine with anything."

"..."

Mingming Wen Yisheng readily agreed, behaving incredibly obediently, yet the surrounding air seemed to grow colder and colder.

Wen Zhi stared straight at her, no longer speaking, his expression indifferent and devoid of any emotion, his eyes as cold as ice.

Wen Yisheng ate in small bites, and when she felt a little choked, she would drink soup to moisten her throat, seemingly oblivious to his murderous gaze.

What more do you want from her? Isn't she obedient enough?

She was desperate and numb, OK.

Life is pretty comfortable overall. Food and drink are provided, people take care of you every day, and you have money to spend. Living like this until you die doesn't seem so bad, does it? If you don't learn to enjoy it, are you going to end up like in your last life, dying of exhaustion?

Time passed day by day, and before we knew it, it was time for the holiday.

This seemingly intimate and loving relationship actually masks an ever-growing wall between the two...

It was Wen Zhi who broke down first.