The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

A male body with strong bones, well-proportioned physique, and beautifully defined muscles.

Her slender, pale fingertips were hooked with a...

Wen Yisheng was a little out of breath, and clenched her fists in regret, thinking she shouldn't have thrown the thing at him without even looking at it: "You... put it down."

Wen Zhi looked completely innocent and put his hand down: "What's the big deal? It's not like I haven't washed it for you before. Why are you so shy?"

"..."

Wen Yisheng suddenly recalled certain memories at an inopportune moment.

She lived in Hetang Bay. After taking a shower, she would leave her underwear separately, intending to dry her hair before coming over to wash it.

Who would have thought that when she returned, she would see a pervert "very considerately" hand-washing her underwear.

Wen Yisheng has been hand-washing her own personal clothes since junior high school. Her mother has never touched them. It's not that she's a germaphobe; it's just a personal habit she's developed.

However, Wen Zhi remained completely unfazed.

He said matter-of-factly, "You're my girlfriend, what's wrong with washing my underwear? I don't mind."

"..." I thank you for not disliking it.

After that, Wen Yisheng was forced to develop the habit of washing her underwear first after changing her clothes, no matter what she was doing.

……

Wen Yisheng stopped thinking about it, took a light breath, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

But his toes had barely touched the ground.

Her slender, white legs trembled, went limp, and with a thud, she weakly and helplessly fell to the ground.

Wen Yisheng: "..." No, really not.

Right.

Wen Zhi immediately rushed over to help her up, asking softly, "Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"

"I'll hold you..."

"Get away." Wen Yisheng waved him away and stubbornly stood up by herself, holding onto the bed.

She's a dancer, after all, with excellent physical fitness. How could this kind of intensity possibly take her down?

That's impossible.

Right.

Wen Yisheng stood up. She really did stand up.

But after taking only two steps, his knees buckled and he fell flat on his face.

This time she didn't fall; Wen Zhi reached out and caught her in his arms.

Exhausted, Wen Yisheng slumped weakly into Wen Zhi's arms...

Wen Zhi lowered his eyelashes, looking a little nervous and guilty: "I'm sorry, but you know how hard I tried to hold back. Last night I was a bit rough and... I tired you out."

He was afraid that if Wen Yisheng got angry again, she would stop letting him touch her altogether.

"I promise I won't do it again next time, I'll make you feel very comfortable..."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yisheng felt a lump in her throat again.

"You still dare to talk back!"

Next time, next time, that pervert will always be thinking about next time, his mind is full of this kind of thing.

She's really in pain, okay? She's uncomfortable all over.

Wen Zhi obediently shut up.

When Wen Yisheng saw that he was still naked, she closed her eyes in shame and indignation.

He has absolutely no sense of shame. How can he so shamelessly flaunt his penis in front of her without batting an eye? He's a pervert!

"Go get dressed."

Wen Zhi grabbed a bathrobe and put it on, then picked up Wen Yisheng and took her to the bathroom.

Wen Yisheng shooed him out, rubbed her lower back, and stood in front of the sink. The most uncomfortable parts were her lower back, legs, and that area.

After washing up, Wen Yisheng went out by herself, but her walking posture was obviously a little strange. When she opened the door, someone hugged her around the waist. Wen Zhi couldn't hide the satisfied smile on his lips: "I ordered food, it will be delivered soon."

Wen Yisheng responded absentmindedly, seemingly lost in thought.

Wen Zhi didn't ask, ruffled her hair, and went to wash up.

Wen Yisheng got out of bed at this moment, glared angrily in the direction of the bathroom, picked up his phone, unlocked it, and started browsing through the photo album.

She doesn't really believe it.

Maybe Wen Zhi was lying to her, and she didn't take the initiative at all.

Then she would have an excuse to turn him into a eunuch. She was obsessed with this; she died in bed in her previous life, so she harbored a burning desire to vent it.

The album is full of photos, all of them of her.

There was only one video from last night, and Wen Yisheng's heart sank instantly. There really was a video? She hesitated for a few seconds before clicking on it.

A short video of just over five minutes began to play.

The image clearly shows her drunken face.

The video was not recorded at the same time, but was spliced ​​together from several frames.

The rustling of clothes against the backdrop of the dimly lit hotel room was quite suggestive.

She would pout and want him to kiss her, and if he didn't, she would cry.

She tore off her own clothes and rubbed her hands against him.

And she was calling his name.

She reached out to grab him in surprise, but Wen Zhi dodged and became unhappy, poking at him and asking what it was.

can not watch anymore.

Wen Yisheng deleted the video with trembling hands, so ashamed that her pupils felt like they were about to burst, and buried her face in the pillow.

I have no will to live.

...The person in the video isn't her, it's the devil.

Wen Zhi was drying his hair with a towel when he came out of the bathroom. He looked up and saw Wen Yisheng lying face down, her upper body buried in the blanket, not a single hair showing.

He casually brushed his half-dry short hair aside.

He laughed and lay down on the bed to hug her from behind: "Playing hide-and-seek? I've caught you."

"Get away, I don't want to see you." Her fierce but weak shout came through the blanket.

"What's wrong..." Wen Zhi reached out to pull back the blanket. "Come out, you're suffocating."

Wen Yisheng shook the small bulge that had formed on her head.

She held onto the blanket tightly to prevent him from pulling it off.

Wen Zhi stared at her, then glanced at the phone on the table. He understood, a smile playing on his thin lips.

He reached out and pulled back a corner of the blanket, but Wen Yisheng was no match for his strength.

The blanket was pulled back, revealing half of her face, which was flushed red from being exposed to the heat.

Wen Zhi pinched her chin, and in that position, tilted his head to kiss her.

"Ugh..." Wen Yisheng's breathing was erratic, and she groaned uncomfortably, keeping her mouth tightly shut.

Wen Zhi gently turned her around, supporting her buttocks and waist. He stared at her eyes and brows, kissed her once, moved away, and then kissed her again, a series of delicate kisses at varying angles.

"Stop it," Wen Yisheng turned her face away, her cheeks flushed and her eyes darting around. "It's annoying."

Wen Zhi traced her eyebrows with his fingertips and asked softly, "Don't you feel anything?"

"No," she said decisively.

She brushed her hair aside, trying to hide something, bent her knees to separate herself from him, wrapped her arms around his legs, and buried her delicate chin behind her knees.

Wen Zhi chuckled softly: "Then I'll make you feel it."

He held her leg.

What are you doing?

"No...no! Wen Zhi!" Wen Yisheng's body stiffened as she called his name.

Her voice was soft and trembling, as if she wanted to refuse but also welcome.

Wen Zhi smiled, licked his lips, and knelt down. The arch of his back made people blush and their hearts race.

"Stubborn to talk, but their actions tell a different story."