The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

It was Wen Zhi who broke down first.

That day was a holiday, and Wen Yisheng's department had a dinner party that evening, but Wen Zhi wouldn't allow her to go.

Wen Yisheng didn't discuss or argue with him. She simply apologized to her classmate, saying that she had something to do at home and couldn't attend. Then she got into Wen Zhi's car.

He took her to a love hotel.

The room key beeped and opened the door. He couldn't wait to pin her against the wall and kiss her passionately.

Wen Yisheng did not resist, but could not help but frown in protest.

He pulled down the zipper on the back of her skirt.

A soft, smooth substance landed on his large palm.

The hotel was dimly lit and filled with a faint fragrance, with rose petals scattered on the bed.

Wen Zhi seemed to be eagerly craving her, so he picked her up and threw her onto the bed, then covered her with him.

The rose petals were worn and mangled, yet still as vibrant as blood.

Wen Yisheng's breathing was erratic, and her body trembled slightly due to physiological reasons.

She raised her arm to shield her eyes, choosing to remain silent and compliant in the face of what was about to happen.

They are as close together as the roots of a banyan tree.

His fingertips were soft, and his nails were neatly trimmed.

It is not harmful, yet it has a strong presence.

Her calves cramped, and she was still scared, but she didn't resist at this point, only biting her lip to keep quiet.

But as one might expect, it didn't last long before she was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace.

Wen Yisheng was still reeling from that indescribable fear.

Warm water droplets fell on her face, like tears.

One by one.

Wen Zhi hugged her tighter than ever before, tears streaming down his face as he nearly broke down: "I'm sorry...it was my fault..."

"I was the one who had your dance performance removed from the gala. I didn't want it to be done. It was me."

"Please stop... I admit I was wrong, baby, I love you so much, you can't do this to me..."

He kept kissing her forehead.

The intermittent sobs sounded like a child who had lost their beloved toy, as if the sky were about to fall.

"I don't want to, I just don't want anyone to see you, you're mine..." Wen Zhi's body trembled, his voice low and hoarse, almost breaking, "mine..."

Their bodies were close, but their hearts were so far apart that it was driving him crazy.

Even when he wanted to have sex with her, Wen Yisheng did not resist at all. She was very calm and silent, like an emotionless shell, as if her soul had been lost.

This isn't his Ah Sheng; he doesn't want this.

"Ah Sheng, I was wrong, please don't do this to me..." he repeated, choking back tears.

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a very long time.

His eyes were blank as he stared at the ceiling, tears streaming down his face, soaking it.

"Then what do you want me to do..." She lay on the bed, letting him hold her tightly, and murmured softly, "Wen Zhi, tell me, what exactly do you want me to do to satisfy you?"

What is he crying about?

She was the one who was attacked by the monster from beginning to end. She was obedient enough, so what was he still dissatisfied with?

Wen Zhi lowered her eyes, her eyelashes straight and drooping, soaked with tears.

His face was streaked with tears: "Let's go back to how things were before."

The room was quiet for a while, with only Wen Zhi's soft sobs occasionally breaking the silence.

Wen Yisheng closed her eyes briefly, raised her hand, and touched his soft, short hair: "But I like to dance. Can you promise you won't secretly try to stop me anymore?"

Wen Zhi opened his mouth, but finally managed to squeeze out the words through trembling teeth: "Hard to say."

"..."

Wen Yisheng's face immediately darkened, and she pushed him expressionlessly.

Wen Zhi held her tightly, his voice trembling, "Give me time, give me time to accept it, I don't want to lie to you... Baby, you're mine..."

Wen Yisheng thought to herself, how could she possibly have a choice?

"Okay, I'll trust you this time." She sighed softly and agreed.

Wen Zhi blinked, propped himself up with his palm against her cheek, and his rosy eyes did not diminish his beauty in the slightest.

He burst into laughter through his tears, his voice still hoarse: "Really?"

"Then you're not allowed to treat me like a heartless little person anymore. I'm suffering so much and you don't even know it." He choked up again as he spoke.

Wen Yisheng helplessly wiped away his tears: "Don't cry, it's strange."

I've never seen such a big man cry like this before, especially a cold-blooded, selfish, and twisted one. I don't know if he's really crying or faking it, given his excellent acting skills.

"Mmm..." He bent down and hugged her again, nuzzling her. "Ah Sheng."

Wen Yisheng froze completely.

Her skirt...

"Get up."

Wen Zhi's expression changed; his moist eyes became slightly misty. He sucked on the tip of his middle finger, its knuckles white and slender.

"It's sweet." He chuckled to himself.

Wen Yisheng's face flushed red instantly.

She was disgusted by his perverse and twisted sense of humor, and frantically pushed him away.

Wen Zhi easily grasped her hands, his throat bobbing slightly: "Ah Sheng, you know I've been putting up with this because I care about you. Why don't we take advantage of this opportunity..."

"I don't want to!" She didn't resist just now because she was desperate, but now that she's alive, why should she go along with him?

The scene before my eyes was so intense it made my head feel congested.

Wen Zhi was clearly a little out of control: "Listen to me, we've been dating for over a year. A normal couple should have reached this point by now."

He muttered to himself as if possessed, turning her over: "You know I have a lot of self-control. Let's give it a try. If you don't like it, then we won't do it anymore. Trust me..."

Wen Yisheng buried her face in the pillow, and after finally catching her breath, she immediately turned her head and yelled at him, "Are you trying to force me?!"

"..." Wen Zhi stopped all his movements.

He buttoned up her clothes, helped her put them on, patted her hands to smooth out the rumpled fabric, and finally turned to the side to cover her body.

Wen Zhi shook his head innocently: "No."

-

Although the two had a frank conversation at the hotel, Wen Yisheng was not as enthusiastic towards Wen Zhi as before, since he had only given her an "unspeakable" answer.

Wen Zhi was going crazy over this; he wanted to find a way to satisfy both sides.

A way to get Wen Yisheng on stage without making him uncomfortable.

Wen Zhi thought about it night after night, and the dark circles under his eyes that had disappeared reappeared.

In the end, he called his aunt, Yu Fanxing, who was the only family member he acknowledged in this world.

Yu Fanxing pondered for a few seconds on the phone, and finally smiled gently.

"Ah-Zhi, do you know what the stage means to a dancer?"

"Praise, applause from the audience, beautiful spotlights, a good reputation in the dance world—none of these are it."

"It's a soul..."

"I don't want to hear any of this. I only want Wen Yisheng. She's mine." He interrupted his aunt directly.

Yu Fanxing sighed helplessly, "You silly child, don't ruin other people's lives."

Wen Zhi prepared to hang up the phone.

There was a lot of noise coming from Yu Fanxing's side, it seemed to be outside.

"Ah Zhi, there seems to be a way to solve your troubles, and I'm really looking forward to it," she suddenly said.