The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

……

Neither of them went to work the next day.

Wen Yisheng simply couldn't go.

Exhausted, she lay on the bed, gazing absently out the window, as if she had just finished an 800-meter physical fitness test and had no desire to move at all.

Wen Zhi was full and satisfied, and his strange silence from the previous night was gone.

He leaned closer, a gentle, satisfied smile playing on his lips: "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Wen Yisheng closed her eyes, not wanting to speak.

"Shall I carry you to wash your face?"

She remained unmoved.

Wen Zhi kissed her cheek, his lips soft and thin, his voice low and gentle with a mischievous laugh: "Did I go too far? Are you angry?"

"..."

Wen Yisheng's eyelashes trembled. She hadn't expected him to be so shameless as to say it so brazenly.

"You..." she cursed through gritted teeth, pounding her fists on him with all her might, "You treacherous, despicable, shameless, insidious, hypocritical, perverted bastard! You horny beast!"

"I hate you! Get away from me!!"

She was terrified that they would break up again sooner or later because of this one thing in bed. That pervert had no idea that she had died in his bed in her past life!

Besides the discomfort... there's also the lingering trauma.

Wen Zhi easily stopped her hands, holding her tightly in his arms so she couldn't move.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her faint sweet fragrance, and a smile curved his lips: "Yes, I get aroused when I see you, and if I die, it will definitely be on you."

"..." Damn it, I'm the one who's going to die!

Last night's experience was absolutely terrible.

It's not that bad...

For a few seconds, she really thought she was going to die.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe and difficult to explain in detail. You couldn't perceive anything around you, only his presence was so clear and terrifying.

Wen Yisheng felt really wronged and still had lingering fears as she thought about it.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks.

"You're not allowed to touch me for a month!" she yelled at him.

Wen Zhi reached out to wipe away her tears and quickly and softly agreed, "Okay, I won't touch it, really I won't touch it, don't cry."

"Hit me, okay? Hit me hard," he said, grabbing her hand and slapping his own face. "Don't cry, okay?"

Wen Yisheng pulled her hand away impatiently: "You'd better keep your word."

Whether the one-month agreement can be kept remains to be seen.

Almost half a month has passed, and Wen Zhi really did refrain from touching her again.

Without the nighttime indulgence, Wen Yisheng slept soundly, and her resentment towards him from that night subsided somewhat.

Of course, Wen Zhi wasn't really well-behaved during these two weeks. Even if he didn't touch her, he would try to get Wen Yisheng to take the initiative.

When men get too cunning, it can be unbearable.

Just like males in the animal kingdom releasing pheromones to attract females when spring arrives, Wen Zhi has put thought into changing his style through clothing and hairstyle, or casually showing off his abs, shoulders, arms, and waist strength.

Wen Yisheng remained completely unaffected by these subtle attempts to seduce him.

Even if she felt envious for a second, the thought of the pain from that night instantly brought her back to her senses.

To her surprise, Wen Zhi actually played the piano.

It wasn't surprising that he could play the piano. In fact, she thought it was normal for Wen Zhi to be able to do anything. He could be described as both a genius and a madman, not to mention that he came from a prestigious family and should have been exposed to various musical instruments since childhood.

Surprisingly, he suddenly started playing the piano. When did he buy the piano?

Following the sound of the piano, Wen Yisheng quickly found the place, which was a dance studio that Wen Zhi had converted into two rooms for her.

Gently push the door open.

Wen Yisheng saw Wen Zhi sitting in front of the black piano.

On the weekend at home, he wore casual and simple loungewear. His short hair shone with a soft chestnut color under the light. His profile showed a strong nose bridge and prominent veins on his forearm and the back of his hand. His slender fingers nimbly glided across the black piano keys. Every move he made was lazy and refined.

The piano music was clear and beautiful; anyone with a basic understanding of music could tell that the player's skill was at a very professional and high level.

Wen Yisheng couldn't help but soften her breathing; it was the first time she had seen Wen Zhi play the piano.

It's quite...charming...but that's definitely an illusion.

This damn illusion.

However, she was very familiar with the piano music that expressed such tender affection; it was a ballet piece, and...

Wen Yisheng thought for a moment, but couldn't immediately retrieve any useful information from her memory.

The music stopped, and Wen Zhi lowered his eyes, his eyelashes straight and unreadable.

He paused for a few seconds, then turned to look at Wen Yisheng at the door, and smiled faintly: "Was it nice?"

Wen Yisheng walked in: "Yes, it's fine."

Wen Zhi took her hand and pulled her close: "Can you play?"

Wen Yisheng obediently sat down next to him, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Just a little bit." Those proud little eyebrows clearly meant more than just a little bit.

Wen Zhi couldn't help but smile. He especially liked her childlike appearance; it was very real and cute.

It's just so beautiful.

The two, unusually in sync, exchanged a glance, their eyes brimming with smiles, and began to play a duet.

Canon.

A timeless and magical piece of music can be joyful, sorrowful, or melancholic, like a reunion, a regret, the past, or the future.

……

Wen Yisheng returned to her room and casually picked up her phone from the table; there was a new message.

Before even opening it, seeing the note... her heart suddenly tightened.

She is the teacher in charge of the school's overseas exchange students.

The teacher was there to remind her that she was flying to Edinburgh, England in ten days and should prepare for her trip abroad.

Wen Yisheng closed her phone, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and anticipation. Of course, she really wanted to…

But how could Wen Zhi possibly agree?

She also wanted to be in control of herself and not care whether he agreed or not, but the cruel reality was that he controlled everything.

Wen Yisheng's thoughts were a bit chaotic. A thought popped into her head: Did Wen Zhi know she was going to England?

You probably don't know.

If the teacher knew, why would they still send a message?

If she were to discuss it with him... the company was just starting out, and he couldn't possibly leave Beijing, much less let her go to England alone.

Wen Yisheng rubbed her temples; her head ached.

She reached out and touched the rabbit plush toy on the table. If her father were here, he would definitely support her...

His gaze shifted slightly.

Wen Yisheng's gaze fell on the crystal ball next to the doll.

It's kind of funny how Wen Zhi gave her a New Year's gift a year ago. Back then, they were still calling each other brother and sister, and she really did think of Wen Zhi as a gentle, kind, and good older brother...

The crystal ball was not wound up and was dull and colorless.

Wen Yisheng suddenly remembered something, picked up the crystal ball, and started winding the bottom spring.

Soft lights suddenly illuminated the crystal ball, making it clear and bright. Inside, the scene was dreamlike: a boy in a suit sat at a black piano playing, while a ballet girl twirled on her tiptoes to the ballet music.

The crystal ball was like a stage, and they were under the lights.

Wen Yisheng's memory is correct.

The ballet piece Wen Zhi played this morning was the one in the crystal ball.

Why did he suddenly decide to practice piano? Wen Yisheng didn't think too much about it, and instead started worrying about studying abroad.

-

The next day, Wen Congnan called and invited the two of them to come to the Wen family home for dinner.

Wen Zhi was discussing business with an important business partner at the dinner table. In fact, Lu Zhizhou was responsible for these social engagements, but after he rushed back to Beijing from the mountains, he asked Wen Zhi to arrange for him to go on a business trip, which was the most tiring and strenuous job.

Xie Yu is a man of few words, so Wen Zhi had to come in person. After all, it's not easy for a young person starting a business without relying on their family.

The table was full of dirty men; Wen Zhi didn't bring Wen Yisheng with him.

He'll definitely be back very late.

Finally, he arranged for the driver to go back to the company to pick up Wen Yisheng and take her to the Wen family first. He would go to see her after he finished his social engagements.

I miss you so much.

Having shaken off those troublesome old folks, Wen Zhi went to the hotel window for some fresh air.

I had a little alcohol.

The voice, low and husky, had a captivating and magnetic quality, and it reached Wen Yisheng's ears through the phone.

"I miss you so much," he said again.

As Wen Yisheng sat in the car on her way to the Wen family's house, a strange tingling sensation spread through her ears: "What? We just met this afternoon."

"I miss you, what can I do? It's like I'll die if I leave you."

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes and flicked her clothes with her fingers: "You should drink less."

"Hmm..." Wen Zhi wasn't drunk; he was quite sober, his eyes gentle. "I have a surprise for you when we get back. After I tell you, you have to love me a little more."

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips, not believing he had any surprise in mind.

"I..." After struggling for two days, she finally decided to be honest with him and discuss it. "When you come back, I also have something to tell you."

"Okay," Wen Zhi replied, glancing at his phone and frowning impatiently. "Wait a moment, someone is calling."

"oh."

It was Wen from Nan who called.

Wen Zhi answered the phone.

The voice on the other end was stern, asking directly, "Where are you? Sheng Sheng is with you, right?"

Wen Zhi sensed something was wrong, but before he could speak, Wen Congnan continued, "I just received news that the Zhong family's daughter, who was in prison, has been released due to some kind of mental illness diagnosis. I'm worried it might be detrimental to you. You should take care of Sheng Sheng..."

Before he could finish speaking, the call was disconnected.

Wen Zhi's face was terribly gloomy.

At the same time, Wen Yisheng received another call from Wen Zhi, but she didn't have time to answer it.

Bang! A loud crash from the collision of vehicles!