The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Previously, Lu Zhizhou and Xie Yu had beaten each other so badly that they were hospitalized, making their relationship ambiguous. However, it is true that Ye Hehua and Lu Zhizhou had a falling out.

Wen Yisheng had heard Ye Hehua say that her home was very far from Beijing.

Why is Lu Zhizhou's voice coming from the other end of the phone? Have they made up again?

Before Wen Yisheng could even ask a question, Lu Zhizhou's voice came through the phone and became clearer and clearer.

The tone was clearly accusatory: "Who were you talking to on the phone, a man or a woman?"

"Show me who it is!"

Wen Yisheng: "..."

"It has nothing to do with you," Ye Hehua said coldly.

"I traveled all this way to this godforsaken, impoverished mountain village to find you. I've lived for twenty years and never suffered like this. I was bitten by a snake and almost died on the mountain. And you say I have nothing to do with you? You..."

"Yes, they've been living at my house, eating and drinking for free for a month now."

"When can you leave?"

Wen Yisheng finally understood what was going on in the conversation.

It was obvious that Ye He had drawn the painting cleanly, and Lu Zhizhou had been relentlessly pursuing Shanwo during the summer vacation.

Even through the phone, you could hear Lu Zhizhou's increasingly frantic voice.

Extremely irritable.

"I'm not leaving unless I talk to you!"

"Xie Yu, right? You're talking to Xie Yu on the phone, aren't you? Damn it, it's definitely him. You're really something, Ye Hehua. Give me the phone...!"

Wen Yisheng was about to speak up to explain.

Wen Zhi closed his laptop and sat down.

His chest pressed against her back, his long arms and legs easily encircling her completely.

He reached out and took her phone.

"Hey, you...give it to me!" The warm, sweet breath approached, and Wen Yisheng turned around to grab the phone.

The phone was on speakerphone the whole time.

Wen Zhi casually put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms, holding the phone to his lips, his voice soft and slow: "You have a bad temper?"

"..."

Lu Zhizhou, who had just snatched the phone, was still furious and hadn't even had a chance to speak when he heard that familiar voice.

Suddenly there was no sound.

Wen Yisheng stopped trying to grab the phone, and for some reason, she felt like laughing and relaxed.

Only he could intimidate Lu Zhizhou with just a few words.

"Brother Zhi..." Lu Zhizhou chuckled awkwardly, his voice dry, "I've been doing well lately."

Wen Zhi said calmly, "Very well, you'd better die in the mountains and not come back to Beijing, for the sake of your great love."

His words carried a subtle, yet not overt, sarcasm.

Lu Zhizhou cried out bitterly, his words filled with resentment: "Brother Zhi, you are such a hypocrite. You forced Xiao Shengsheng into your hands, but back then you were relentlessly pursuing other people and using any means necessary. Everyone who saw this would say you were a pervert."

"So you were truly in love back then, how come you're being sarcastic and sarcastic when it comes to me?"

Wen Yisheng listened from the side, pursed her lips, and turned to look at the bouquet on the table, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little more pleasant.

The word "逼" is very vivid.

It was as if, without anyone noticing, the seemingly warm and loving relationship between the two was suddenly exposed to the hidden icy undercurrents.

Wen Zhi glanced at her, his jaw tightening and his eyes turning cold.

"If you don't come back within two days, you won't get a single share of the company's shares." With a chilling tone, Wen Zhi said this and hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

Light streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire floor.

The girl's slender fingers fiddled with the bouquet, her skin glowing white and radiant in the light.

The room was quiet. Wen Zhi glanced at the shadows cast on the ground by the two people, his eyes indifferent.

He raised an arm and draped it over the back of the sofa, leaning back casually, and reached out to rub her lower back: "Did I force you?"

Hearing this, he paused slightly.

My fingers were almost pricked by thorns on the flower branch.

She shook her head.

Wen Zhi smiled, straightened up and leaned closer, resting his chin on Wen Yisheng's shoulder, his hand lingering on the fabric of her chest: "We are in love now, aren't we?"

"Yes." Wen Yisheng gave a helpless smile and pushed his hand away. "Stop messing around, I'm tending to the flowers."

They've gotten this far.

Whether it was coercion or love is no longer important.

Wen Yisheng's greatest desire was for things to continue peacefully like this, and she had done her best.

He has already taken her body; she really has nothing left to give him.

Wen Zhi's smile seemed to deepen, his hands became still, his long eyelashes drooped, and a faint shadow fell over the corners of his eyes, making it impossible to discern his true emotions.

They were all just pretending to be calm.

To maintain this superficial harmony.

This seemingly peaceful state reveals, once the surface is torn apart, a huge and insurmountable chasm lies between them.

Both of them were indulging in what they thought was forbearance: "I've already given in to this extent, what more does she/he want from me?" But they didn't consider what the other had changed for them.

Simply put, it means there is absolutely no trust between them.

night.

After their relationship breaks through the last barrier, Wen Zhi will move into Wen Yisheng's room.

She refused, citing that she wasn't used to it, but Wen Zhi persisted and eventually succeeded.

Wen Zhi is obsessed with desires.

Wen Yisheng could still bear the process, but she felt very uncomfortable the next day. It was too strenuous, and her walking posture was awkward. The meaningful and probing looks from her colleagues made her wish she could disappear on the spot.

Therefore, she strictly limited Wen Zhi to one night a week.

Finally, Wen Zhi coerced and lured her into a three-night-a-week schedule: Wen Zhi's nightlife on even-numbered days (Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday), and Wen Yisheng's on odd-numbered days.

Wen Yisheng reluctantly agreed, but insisted on limiting the number of times to once per night.

She clearly underestimated Wen Zhi; once was enough for him to last a long time.

I can actually tolerate that thing.

……

Tonight is an odd-numbered day off.

Wen Yisheng washed up and felt relaxed as she went to bed and closed her eyes to sleep.

After finishing her work, Wen Zhi returned to her bedroom. Looking at the small lump on the bed, her lowered eyelashes concealed her emotions. She turned off the light without saying a word.

Wen Yisheng was already asleep at this time.

A light, cool sensation on the body as the blanket is pulled back; then a heavy, hot sensation as a shadow oppressively covers the body.

She woke up with a start.

"What... are you doing?" Wen Yisheng groggily lifted her eyelashes. "It's the weekend today, didn't we agree?"

The room was pitch black and deathly silent; the lights were off.

She already had poor vision at night, and now she was almost trapped in an endless vortex of darkness, only able to feel the other person's skin texture, body temperature, and heavy breath.

It was so heavy she could hardly breathe.

"Wen Zhi..."

She instantly snapped out of it, and tried to get up to turn on the light, calling his name in a flustered manner.

The other party was silent, like a man-eating beast lurking in the darkness.

Wen Yisheng's outstretched hand was pressed down on her head.

"No, we had a deal! Why are you always like this...!"

The cotton skirt was rolled up, obscuring her face and silencing her voice.

A sacrificial gesture.

Wen Yisheng felt a chill run down her spine, as if she could feel a dark gaze sweeping over her, containing terrifying emotions.

"What's wrong with you now..." she kicked him, unable to bear it any longer.

Wen Zhi's unexpected silence showed a lack of patience.

Before Wen Yisheng could fully adapt.

This will only lead to a lose-lose situation.

Wen Yisheng forced tears to fall, her fingernails digging into his flesh.

Wen Zhi remained silent, unlike his usual scathing remarks, like a silent, ruthless beast.

Darkness can conceal many unknown sins. If the lights were turned on, Wen Yisheng would see the terrifyingly mad emotions in Wen Zhi's eyes.

……