The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Can't it?

"Can……"

Wen Yisheng used both her arms and legs to cling tightly to the man who was trying to put her down.

Her eyes were moist, and she was half-closing them.

Her fine, black hair had already come loose.

Her hair reached her waist, falling softly and loosely over her shoulders. Her snow-white cheeks and the tip of her nose were flushed. Her tipsy appearance added a touch of allure to her usual innocence, making her look like a bewitching enchantress.

"Bite..." she said, hooking her arms around his neck.

"It's sweet...oh." She squinted her eyes contentedly, her smile as pure as a child who had just eaten candy, before opening her mouth.

Like puppies playing.

I'm addicted to sucking it;

"Ah Sheng, stop... making a fuss, um." Wen Zhi grabbed her slender legs that were clinging to his waist, trying to pull them off.

However, Wen Yisheng's back was half-touched on the bed, and she clung to him like a koala, refusing to let go.

This pose.

He could only stand at the foot of the bed.

He bent down, supporting himself on the bed with his hands. His arms, visible beneath his black short-sleeved shirt, were strong and muscular, with fair skin and prominent veins running from his forearm to his palm.

With his other hand supporting her back, he smiled helplessly yet gently, bending down slightly to let her nibble to her heart's content.

—Enjoy yourself?

Wen Yisheng was having a great time.

When drunk, one becomes completely irrational and acts like a fool.

The air conditioning in the room was just right, but a fire broke out between the two of them, creating a crackling, hot current.

*Smack*

Finally, we had a great time, and the soft, wet sounds of separation echoed in the room.

The lights came off, shining brightly on their chins.

Like carefully watered, ripe, and bright red hawthorns soaked in syrup, coated with a layer of glistening and tempting sugar coating.

Wen Yisheng pouted, irritably tugging at her clothes buttons while muttering, "Fever... I have a fever..."

Her shoulders and neck were slender and snow-white.

Wen Zhi's eyes darkened, and he pushed her away again with force, pulling her collar back in the process.

He stood up, moved away, and turned his head to look towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

"You really can't."

His tone was gentle yet firm.

"..." Wen Yisheng was pushed away by him and fell onto the bed. Her lips were slightly open, and her face was blank.

The ingredients in that wine certainly had some effect in enhancing the atmosphere.

Otherwise, Wen Yisheng wouldn't have been so drunk and insisted on pestering Wen Zhi like this... after getting a taste of the flavor, she couldn't resist teasing him.

Wen Yisheng's consciousness is currently in a state of primal confusion, having cast aside all constraints.

She wanted to be close to Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi refused. She didn't know how to vent her feelings; she was like a blank sheet of paper, lost and helpless.

She weakly propped herself up, reaching out her fingertips to grab his clothes: "You...I..."

Wen Zhi dodged to the side, and she missed.

Wen Yisheng blinked, momentarily stunned.

She suddenly buried her face in the blanket and began to sob softly.

"..."

Like a child who throws a tantrum when they can't get candy.

Wen Zhi didn't say a word, but walked back to the bedside, sat down, and reached out to touch her back.

"Do you still recognize who I am?" he asked, his eyes dark and unreadable.

Wen Yisheng slowly lifted her face from under the covers. Her eyes were red, but there were hardly any tears.

Wen Zhi couldn't help but chuckle, his fingertips gently stroking her back: "Little girl who's faking tears."

It feels like a feather gently brushing against the skin, tickling and tingling.

Wen Yisheng's shoulders trembled slightly, and a strange feeling rose up from her spine.

In fact, being drunk shouldn't have made Wen Yisheng feel so bad.

Despite his verbal refusal, Wen Zhi was gradually luring her into a sweet trap.

It's like placing a piece of meat next to a carnivore, and instead of letting her eat it, you deliberately make the meat smell delicious to tempt her.

Wen Yisheng opened her lips, blinked in confusion, and sat up.

She knelt down, her upper body slowly leaning towards him again.

She raised her right hand, cupped his cheek, and kissed him, but Wen Zhi dodged to the side.

"...No, you'll make a fuss when you wake up tomorrow morning." Wen Zhi gently held her hand.

Wen Yisheng ignored it.

I gently pecked along his cheek, chin, and lips.

Wen Zhi's body was not thin; it was the kind with well-proportioned muscles and beautiful, smooth lines. Not only was it pleasing to the eye, but it also felt exceptionally firm and hard to the touch.

Wen Yisheng...

The well-defined muscles seem to convey an astonishing amount of power they can unleash.

Wen Yisheng's heart suddenly pounded even faster, the hot, hard lines of his body... a primal shock to his nerves.

Her fingers trembled, and she swallowed hard.

"Wow..." the children exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the big guy.

Wen Zhi smiled.

He grabbed her hand.

Wen Yisheng is like a bewitching enchantress.

Wen Zhi, however, remained unmoved, a rigid Taoist priest: "Ah Sheng, it really won't work. Calm down, please bear with it, okay?"

……

No!

Wen Yisheng wrinkled her nose, pulled down her lips, angrily shook off his hand, and hurriedly continued.

Wen Zhi's jaw tightened, and his eyes changed.

He shoved her away forcefully and headed straight for the bathroom.

But their pace slowed down more and more.

"Wen...Zhi..." A soft, gentle voice came from behind.

It's a name.

Wen Zhi's Adam's apple bobbed, his thick, straight eyelashes casting a small shadow.

I couldn't help but turn around.

Wen Yisheng was pushed down and lay on her back, her black hair spread loosely on the snow-white bed.

Her eyes were red and moist at the corners, her eyes were half-closed, her lips were slightly parted, she was biting her thumb and pointing, her head was tilted, and she was looking at him with a hazy look in her eyes, looking innocent and deadly.

"Wen...Zhi..." she mumbled again.

……

This scene made Wen Zhi's head throb and his eyes turn red.

He felt that if he kept enduring it, he wouldn't be a man.

The motive behind bringing her here is self-evident.

I was just pretending to be serious earlier to give myself an excuse.

He had already refused, but Wen Yisheng kept tempting him.

Right?

Wen Zhi breathed heavily, trembling, and took a long stride back to the bedside.

...This time, it was covered up without any further explanation.

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Fragile.

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