The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The unexpected and massive impact caused the car to veer off course and crash heavily into a roadside tree.

Wen Yisheng didn't have time to answer the phone; the violent tremors and the impact from behind caused severe head and body injuries.

The phone fell to the ground.

A buzzing sound filled her ears. Wen Yisheng tried to pick up her phone, but it was in vain. Before losing consciousness, the name on the screen became increasingly blurry in her vision.

……

wow——

Icy water was poured over my head.

Wen Yisheng, who was in a coma, was soaked to the bone. She instinctively shivered, and her body and nerves, which had been dormant, tensed up instantly due to the cold.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly woke up, tears sliding into her eyes and blurring her vision briefly.

Physical pain is first transmitted to the brain.

It hurt terribly; a dull ache ran through the back of her head and half of her shoulder. She instantly remembered that she had been in a car accident before she lost consciousness.

"Finally awake."

A sharp, sarcastic female voice rang out from above.

Wen Yisheng forced back the stinging in her eyes, blinked, and her vision finally cleared.

She was sitting on the ground, her upper body tightly bound with thick ropes, unable to move her arms.

Upon seeing the person's face, Wen Yisheng opened her mouth, then seemed speechless. After a long while, she calmly exhaled, "It's you."

Zhong Yue'er waited for Wen Yisheng to show a look of fear and terror the moment he saw her.

That would ignite a cruel pleasure in her blood.

However, Wen Yisheng remained surprisingly calm, showing no emotion beyond a brief moment of surprise on her face.

During the two months Zhong Yue'er spent in prison, she had to participate in labor reform every day. Her skin became much darker, she became thinner, and her eyes became dull and lifeless.

The sweet smile was gone from her face, and she revealed her true self to Wen Yisheng without any restraint.

"It's me. You didn't expect it, did you? You ended up in the hands of the person you personally put in prison so quickly."

Zhong Yue'er coldly curled her lips: "I have never suffered such humiliation. Every second I spent in prison was thinking about how to take revenge on you after I got out. Sure enough, fate has been kind to me and given me the opportunity to avenge myself."

Wen Yisheng listened, then calmly surveyed her surroundings.

The small room was dilapidated, with weeds growing in the cracks in the walls.

Looking out through the collapsed window, this place should be an abandoned, dilapidated factory.

"So how do you plan to get revenge on me?" Wen Yisheng asked weakly.

The injuries from the car accident haven't been treated, and my whole body is in pain.

At this point, Wen Yisheng had neither the energy nor the need to waste words arguing with Zhong Yue'er about right and wrong. Perhaps some people are just born selfish and wicked, and can never see their own mistakes.

Scared? Of course I am.

However, having experienced so much with Wen Zhi, she had become immune, which is why she remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before her.

Zhong Yue'er looked down at her on the ground and slowly approached.

Wen Yisheng then noticed that her leg... was limping.

There is a clear abnormality in the left leg.

Zhong Yue'er noticed her gaze, smiled, but the resentment in her eyes seemed capable of devouring a person: "That's right, my legs, they can only be like this for the rest of my life."

"..."

Wen Yisheng calmly looked away without comment, but Zhong Yue'er wouldn't let her off the hook.

He approached, squatted down, and suddenly reached out and pinched her chin.

"I've become an ugly, crippled cripple, aren't you happy?!" Zhong Yue'er's shrill voice was squeezed out from between her teeth.

Those were her agonizing memories from prison.

She was not imprisoned in an ordinary prison in China, but in a border prison with a very chaotic environment... comparable to purgatory.

The place is where vicious and wicked scoundrels are imprisoned, regardless of gender.

With the crime she committed, she should have been imprisoned for three or four years at most, but she was sent to that kind of place and served thirteen years!

He was targeted by the prisoners inside, and his leg was broken on the third day.

Who else could be behind all of this, except for Wen Zhi, who is manipulating things behind the scenes?

She hated it so much she wanted to tear the whole world apart.

Fortunately, she hooked up with one of the leaders in the men's prison; otherwise, she would have been driven insane by the torment of her hellish life!

Wen Yisheng's breathing became erratic.

With his arms tied, his upper body was unable to move. Although his legs were free, his whole body ached and he couldn't exert any strength. He was forced to raise his chin to meet those resentful and beautiful eyes.

She remained silent.

In this pose, her slender, white neck arches delicately upwards, and a few strands of her loose hair fall beside her temples, further highlighting the clear, coldness of her eyes.

Zhong Yue'er's eyes changed color again and again as she pinched Wen Yisheng's chin, her nails digging into her flesh.

She suddenly leaned in and kissed Wen Yisheng hard on the lips.

"..."

In an instant, it seemed as if even the air itself froze.

Wen Yisheng froze on the spot, her eyes wide with disbelief, her pupils constricted.

When they realized what was happening, their eyes were filled with fear and panic.

She wasn't particularly afraid of being kidnapped, but at this moment, she was so shocked that her heart almost stopped.

However, she was unable to break free.

Is she sick? She's seriously sick!

What drove her even more infuriating was that Zhong Yue'er not only touched her lips to hers, but afterwards she actually used...

Wen Yisheng was weak and powerless, and could only feel the unfamiliar aura plundering her.

That's disgusting.

Before Wen Yisheng could bite her, Zhong Yue'er suddenly pulled away and shoved her hard.

"...Uh." Wen Yisheng fell to the ground somewhat awkwardly.

His breathing was slightly rapid.

Unable to control her physical aversion, she fell to the ground and began to dry heave uncomfortably.

That's disgusting.

This was the second time she had kissed someone so deeply, besides Wen Zhi.

It's one thing to be with someone of the same sex, but to have someone she hates the most is really disgusting; it's just a purely physiological feeling of nausea.

Wen Yisheng frowned, unable to vomit anything, and gave her a disgusted look: "What are you doing!"

Her face, which was already weak and pale, turned red with anger.

Zhong Yue'er stepped back, a slightly unnatural twist flashing across her face.

Finally, she raised an eyebrow and smiled contemptuously, licking her lips: "So this is the kind of person Wen Zhi likes. Nothing special."

"..."

She and Wen Zhi seem to be a good match.

Equally perverted.

"Let's make a bet," Zhong Yue'er said coldly, "and see if Wen Zhi will come to save you alone, trading his life for yours."

Wen Yisheng couldn't maintain her composure; her heart was heavy.

She pursed her lips: "I'm the one who put you in jail, so just get revenge on me directly. Why did you send him here? Don't you like him a lot?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yue'er grinned and burst into laughter.

After he had finished laughing, his expression suddenly turned serious, and his eyes flashed with a dark, resentful light.

"I want him dead!" Her voice was shrill and hoarse, as if it were poisoned.