The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Zhi took Wen Yisheng home.

Once inside the hotel elevator, before even pressing a floor button, Wen Yisheng kicked and punched him while sobbing softly, then touched the cold elevator wall.

It felt very comfortable to press my face against it.

Wen Zhi went to hug her, and Wen Yisheng closed her eyes and hummed softly.

"I have a fever, let me put on some..." she muttered softly as she pressed her face against the cool wall.

He was clearly not fully conscious due to being drunk.

Wen Zhi laughed.

He glanced at the surveillance footage, his expression vanished completely, and he reached out and pulled the person into his arms, covering them tightly.

Wen Yisheng protested with a groan, her features contorting in discomfort.

She squirmed in Wen Zhi's arms, her whole body screaming reluctance.

—Like seeing a toy you like in a shopping mall but your parents won't buy it for you, you writhe and roll around.

"Get...away...from here!"

Wen Yisheng was completely drunk.

Alcohol erodes the brain, numbs the nerves, and causes weakness and exhaustion in the muscles throughout the body.

His cheeks were flushed a sickly red.

Her body temperature also rose, and she wanted a cool wall to cool her down!

However, Wen Zhi's body was hot and humid, like a furnace. When Wen Yisheng was held by him like this, every inch of her skin felt suffocated and uncomfortable.

She couldn't break free.

With pouting lips and her almond-shaped eyes welling up with tears of grievance, she said, "I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

That little face was truly pitiful.

Wen Zhi patted her head to comfort her, though it was unclear what his motive was.

Instead of going down, he reached out and pressed the number on the top floor.

The elevator is moving smoothly upwards.

Wen Zhi held Wen Yisheng's waist tightly with one hand, and brushed aside the stray hairs at her temples that were damp with sweat with his fingers.

He lowered his head and bit her lip, as if punishing her, his tone icy: "I shouldn't have let you come out to work. Now you know how dirty the outside world is?"

"...Hmm." Wen Yisheng was suddenly stunned.

She blinked her eyelashes in a daze.

Wen Zhi, in a serious tone, suddenly started reasoning with her.

"And do you even remember what day it is today? You left me at home drinking with that old scoundrel, and we almost got into trouble. Don't you think that's going too far?"

Wen Yisheng had no rationality to think about what he was saying.

I just got bitten.

Strangely, it didn't hurt; instead, it felt tingly. She hadn't yet recovered from that unfamiliar yet exhilarating feeling.

My mind is filled with thoughts of... getting bitten again.

She seemed lost in thought, as if immersed in some kind of consciousness.

Her pink lips were slightly parted, her eyes were dark and moist, and her eyelashes were wet, curled, and long. She was especially beautiful, like a porcelain doll.

Wen Zhixin felt an irresistible itch and gently brushed her eyelashes with his soft fingertips:

"Hmm? Is that going too far? Wen Yisheng, I'm asking you a question."

"Where's the gift you prepared for me? You've gotten yourself into this state, how can I let you come out feeling safe?"

"I'm really angry."

His lips opened and closed.

Wen Yisheng's mind was buzzing, and she couldn't hear anything. She just stared blankly at his thin lips.

Her chin was fair and clean, and her lips were delicately shaped and brightly colored, like jelly.

It looks delicious.

Gudong.

Wen Yisheng seemed thirsty, smacked her lips, and swallowed.

bite……

Once Wen Yisheng had this awareness, she immediately took action.

She tilted her little face up and offered it to him: "Bite...me..."

Wen Zhi looked down at her, his lips pressed tightly together, trying hard to suppress a laugh.

I turned my face away to avoid it.

Wen Yisheng was so anxious that she chased after him, her breath hot, but she couldn't muster any strength.

Her slender white fingers weakly clutched his clothes as she tried to tilt her face up to him.

Wen Zhi glanced at the elevator numbers, completely unmoved.

Wen Yisheng simply opened her mouth and bit him, like a puppy gnawing on a bone.

"...Help me, help me," she murmured incoherently.

Ding. The elevator has arrived.

Wen Zhi scooped her up and pulled her out of the elevator.

On this floor, there are waiters who serve VIPs. The waiter couldn't help but take another look at the young and good-looking couple.

Why does this male customer's lower face look so shiny and moist...?

Numerous teeth marks.

Looking again at the girl in the guest's arms, she was obedient and gentle, as if boneless.

The waiter thought to himself: He looks well-behaved, but he's really good at playing games.

After the waiter opened the door, Wen Zhi waved his hand to tell him to leave.

Wen Yisheng was already clinging to people like a koala hugging a tree.

Wen Zhi carried her into the room with one hand.

The suite had a nice layout, and the top floor offered a great view, overlooking Beijing's landmark buildings.

It's evening now, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a wide-angle view of the city's most dazzling and brightly lit buildings.

Wen Zhi went straight to the master bedroom after entering the room and put Wen Yisheng down.

But the little koala can't leave the tree trunk.

They were clinging to each other, arms and legs, stuck together tightly.

"Help me..."

Her voice was soft and weak, as if she were barely breathing, yet it also carried a seductive allure that sent chills down one's spine.

Before the puppy could haphazardly gnaw on other places.

Wen Zhi used some force to push the person away completely.

He leaned down to look at her and said gently but earnestly, "No, Ah Sheng."

"That won't do."

"..."

Wen Yisheng's dark almond-shaped eyes were bright and clear, with a hazy, dreamy look.

Like a bewildered and unenlightened little animal, they were lost and confused.

He pushed her away...

"That's fine..." She reached out and hooked her arm around his neck.