The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng, this little drunkard who was intoxicated by the buzz.

Indulging in primal instincts and recklessly provoking others without understanding the consequences will result in—

She ruined her own life.

What she sought to enjoy was being close to Wen Zhi, kissing him, that primal feeling that made her feel very comfortable.

But when he actually did it.

Wen Yisheng instantly snapped out of it, her half-closed eyes widening.

"No...go away, go...go away!" she shook her head in panic.

Tears fell onto the pillow.

If Wen Zhi stopped at this point, he would be asking for trouble.

The refined and elegant exterior could not conceal the surging authoritarianism and ruthlessness.

To avoid being swayed by her tears.

He dragged Wen Yisheng, who was trying to desert, back, turned her over, and gently kissed her cheek to comfort her.

"Get out..." Wen Yisheng's slender shoulders trembled, completely resisting.

"It's okay, don't be afraid... Baby, I love you. You can't just take me and then tell me to get lost. That would be too willful and immature, wouldn't it?"

"You can't do that."

However, she is still a delicate person who is so sensitive that she seems to break at the slightest touch.

There always has to be a beginning.

Wen Zhi's patience eventually wore thin, and he hardened his heart.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and the rain pounded against the window, but it couldn't drown out the soft, trembling sobs.

-

It rained all night, but the next day was a beautiful day with clear skies.

The sun was high in the sky outside, and the sweltering heat was baking the entire city.

The luxury suite boasts a comfortable temperature, soft bedding, and a pleasant, fragrant atmosphere, offering the ultimate in comfort.

Wen Yisheng slowly opened her eyes. The aftereffects of the alcohol made her head throb. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes unfocused for a while before she regained her focus.

Where am I? Wait...

How did she get here? How...

What happened last night?

"hiss……"

She grimaced in discomfort whenever she moved.

It was so uncomfortable that my face was twitching.

Wen Yisheng belatedly felt a hand on her waist...

hand?

Wen Yisheng's expression was somewhat stiff.

Turning my head, I was immediately struck by Wen Zhi's face.

He woke up at some point, his eyes fixed on her with tenderness.

Her hair was soft and slightly messy, her eyelids were thin, and her long, straight eyelashes fluttered gently, giving her a completely harmless yet slightly shy appearance.

"You're awake." He smiled gently, his eyes crinkling.

"..."

Wen Yisheng froze on the spot, glancing down at the two of them... Their shoulders and necks outside the pure white blanket felt cool and exposed.

Without even lifting the covers, she could tell that she was only wrapped in a bath towel.

Wen Yisheng had a splitting headache and her memory was in disarray.

"...What did you do?" It took her a long time to find her voice, which was terribly hoarse.

My throat feels like it was ruined yesterday.

Wen Zhi tightened his arms around her waist, pursed his lips slightly, and revealed a dimple on his cheek: "...You're finally mine."

Wen Yisheng couldn't recall much of it either.

There were only blurry fragments, but it was still a picture of her helplessly trying to escape, and Wen Zhi dragging her back like a ferocious beast with red eyes, which was very frightening.

"You forced me," she said blankly.

Actually, he didn't have much confidence in his words; in fact, he sounded a bit unsure.

She... didn't know why either?

Wen Zhi hugged him tighter and pinched her cheek unhappily: "No way, you took the initiative. Don't turn your back on me after this."

"...Don't touch me." Wen Yisheng murmured hoarsely, struggling and pushing him away.

This morning was so impactful.

She can't accept it right away. Let her calm down.

Wen Zhi wouldn't let go, clinging to her like a clingy puppy, looking aggrieved: "You can't do this. I knew you'd cheat. You have to take responsibility for me."

"Get away!"

His body temperature was warm as he leaned in.

That's terrifying.

How could this happen?

Last night...a cocktail party?

Jeffrey tried to take advantage of her, Wen Zhi rushed over, and then... how did they end up sleeping together?

Wen Yisheng's eyelashes trembled.

"You took advantage of me while I was drunk..." she said, her eyes filled with grievance and anger as she looked at Wen Zhi. "Despicable and shameless!"

"I didn't do that; it was entirely your initiative."

Wen Zhi vehemently denied it, his eyes clear and open. He paused, then smiled mischievously, "You were so passionate last night, I couldn't resist."

He paused again, gently nuzzled his face against her shoulder, and whispered, "But I like it so much."

"I want it again next time."

"..."

"I didn't, you're talking nonsense." She was stunned.

"Yes, I did. I was worried you wouldn't admit it after we slept together, so I recorded a little bit of the beginning on my phone. I'll show you if you don't believe me." His voice was full of contentment.

Wen Yisheng was so angry at his carefree and smug look that her chest heaved violently.

I feel dizzy and lightheaded.

Plop, tears fell uncontrollably.

Wen Zhi's smile froze, vanishing completely. He propped himself up and reached out to wipe away her tears.

He stared at her features: "Why are you crying? We were bound to have this happen sooner or later, it was just a matter of time, wasn't it?"

She burst into tears, unable to stop: "You took advantage of my vulnerability."

Wen Zhi pursed his lips, then suddenly smiled: "Yes, I did it on purpose, so what? You were always mine."

Yes, Wen Yisheng's reaction was complete opposition.

Rather than saying it's unacceptable and stubborn, it's more accurate to say it's a psychological aversion to romantic relationships, which is also thanks to those unpleasant memories from my past life.

Moreover, it wasn't just psychological discomfort; a certain indescribable muscle numbness amplified her sensitive emotions...

"I'm not anyone's bastard, you!" she cried, her emotions running high, some words slipping out: "I want to break up with you..."

She held back her words before she could finish.

Wen Zhi's eyes were devoid of warmth, and his gaze towards her was filled with a fierce and gloomy light.

Those two words are the bottom line.

Wen Yisheng almost stepped on the edge of his madness.

Since it's already done, there's no difference between doing it once or multiple times. He might just lock her up again, just like he remembered from his past life...

Wen Yisheng stopped talking, unable to bear his gaze, bit her lip and turned her face away.

She was still afraid of him; his inherently wicked nature had never changed.

Wen Zhi didn't say anything either.

After a moment of silence, he hugged her again, stubbornly trying to prove something: "You are mine."

"..." Wen Yisheng pushed him away, but Wen Zhi, being both shameless and nervous, hugged her tightly and wouldn't let go. "From now on, we'll be good to each other and never be apart."

Wen Yisheng made no further moves to resist.

The two of them quietly felt each other's heartbeats for a long time.

Wen Yisheng seemed to suddenly understand, and reached out to pat his slightly messy head: "You're hugging me so tightly, it's making me uncomfortable, so..."

She pursed her lips, unable to continue.

Wen Zhi obediently stood up this time, a little nervous: "I'm sorry, it was a bit serious. I hurt you. I'll be more careful next time."

He took her to a bath before going to sleep, so he was fully aware of the harm he had caused her.

Wen Yisheng's ears turned red, speechless at his shamelessness. He even wanted to do it again?

She forced herself to get out of bed despite feeling unwell.

Wen Zhi quickly stood up as well: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yisheng glanced at him, then suddenly squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, uttering two words: "Pervert."

Wen Zhi looked down and realized that the bath towel around his waist had come loose and untied.

He didn't cover it up, assuming she was just shy.

"You weren't like this yesterday," he chuckled, "you were especially curious to..."

Wen Yisheng grabbed a piece of clothing from the ground and threw it at him, yelling, "Shut up!"

Wen Zhi took it, raised an eyebrow, and lifted it with a slender finger: "Your little darling."

"..."

Wen Yisheng almost vomited blood and fainted when she saw it. She closed her eyes. This morning was full of shocks.