The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng didn't know what the father and son talked about, nor did she ask Wen Zhi.

The two didn't stay in the hospital for more than a few days before Wen Zhi was discharged.

Wen Yisheng thought for a moment and agreed.

Wen Zhi's injuries won't heal in a short time. He just needs to change the dressing regularly to allow the wounds to heal slowly. It's also more convenient and comfortable for him to stay at home.

Wen Congnan instructed Aunt Fang, the old maid in the house, to prepare three meals for them every day during this period.

Wen Zhi acquiesced, but that was all; he simply dismissed the people Wen Congnan had arranged to take care of him.

Actually, the two injuries on his waist and legs wouldn't seriously affect his life.

As long as the movements are not too strenuous and could tear the sutures open, getting in and out of bed, walking, and daily washing and chores should not be a big problem.

However, taking a shower is a bit of a hassle.

To prevent water from getting into the wound, you can only wipe it with water.

This task obviously fell to Wen Yisheng.

in the bathroom.

To make things easier, Wen Yisheng tied up her long hair in a casual bun. She filled the snow-white bathtub with hot water, soaked a towel in it, and then wrung it out until it was half-dry.

She turned around with a towel to help someone wipe their body, but her face turned bright red.

"What are you doing!"

Wen Zhi stood up, leaning against the sink. He was originally wearing a boxer shorts and a bathrobe, while Wen Yisheng was just turning around to wring out a towel...

He actually managed to strip himself completely naked in no time?

"Take a bath." He looked innocently obedient, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Wen Yisheng turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly.

How could she not understand what this pervert was thinking?

These past few days, he's been constantly bothering her at the hospital.

Fortunately, he was injured, otherwise she would have suffered even more.

Wen Yisheng's face felt hot and dry.

The hot water steamed up a thin mist, her fluffy eyelashes were lightly damp, and her cheeks were flushed and moist. She gritted her teeth and said, "Put it on, or you can wash it yourself."

Wen remained unmoved.

Her soft, wispy hair clung to her forehead, the lamplight casting a faint mist of moisture.

Under the light, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with strong lines, fair skin, and his abdominal muscles exuded vigorous power.

He smiled slightly: "What's the big deal?"

"I don't mind you seeing my body, so you don't need to feel shy. Just wash it like this." He spoke frankly and without batting an eye.

This makes it seem like Wen Yisheng has ulterior motives.

"..." Wen Yisheng's heart was shamefully pounding, and her face turned even redder.

What she couldn't stand most was Wen Zhi's serious demeanor, using a pure and refined voice to say such... shameless things. No one could bear the contrast between this gentle yet wicked person.

An insane person who takes an inch and then a mile.

She's not going to serve me anymore!

"Wash it yourself!" Wen Yisheng went on strike, throwing the towel at his face.

She turned her face away and walked out.

Wen Zhi took a long stride to stop her and reached out to pull her into his arms.

He lowered his head, his breathing heavy, his eyes swirling with unspoken emotions.

One second she was calm and composed, the next she revealed her true colors, her tone softening, her low, husky voice barely concealing her emotions: "Ah Sheng...it's been three days, I've missed you."

Those beautiful eyes emitted a chilling green light that seemed capable of devouring people.

Wen Yisheng, of course, understood what he meant.

Yes, it's only been three days.

His fierce and predatory appearance belies the loneliness of someone who has been alone in an empty room for three years!

Wen Yisheng was determined not to indulge him in this regard.

She placed her hands against his chest to keep him at a distance, but dared not use too much force for fear of pulling on his wound.

Her fair face turned completely red.

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remain calm: "Are you going to move or not? You're injured like this, why won't you just shut up?"

Wen Zhi refused to let go.

"Ah Sheng,"

Wen Yisheng felt a chill run down his spine.

She nimbly shook off the wicked claw that was trying to grab her hand.

Tears welled in her eyes from embarrassment, and she yelled at him, her voice sharp but her tone weak, "If you... if you keep doing this, I won't talk to you anymore!"

Wen Zhi endured the heat and sweat on his forehead, his stray hairs were damp, and his face was flushed.

He let out a deep breath, licked his dry lips, and stared intently at her, his eyes deep and burning: "Okay, I won't do it anymore, I'll do whatever you say."

He spoke in a muffled voice, his eyelashes lowered, his lips slightly pursed, looking utterly innocent and pitiful, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

She silently reached out and picked up the bathrobe draped to the side and put it on.

She then sat down, leaning against the sink, and put on her boxer shorts.

"……"Pack.

Wen Yisheng wasn't buying his act of playing the victim.

Everything went smoothly after that.

Wen Zhi sat there obediently.

-

That day, Lu Zhizhou came to Hetang Bay carrying two gift boxes.

The group sat on the living room sofa until Wen Yisheng went to the tea room to get water, at which point Lu Zhizhou took out a bottle of red wine from the fruit gift box.

He grinned slyly: "This is a bottle of red wine that my dad bought at a high price at an auction two years ago. I specially stole it... oops, I'm giving it to you. Pretty brotherly, huh?"

Wen Zhi glanced at the red wine with a faint look in his eyes, then smiled wryly: "Giving you a half-empty bottle of wine? You're not welcome in my house."

He typed away at his work, his thin lips uttering a single word: "Get lost."

Lu Zhizhou smiled ingratiatingly, winked, and muttered, "I was just craving a little something and was afraid my old man at home would kill me if he found out. Bringing it to you will definitely calm him down."

Wen Zhi glanced at him lightly, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Lu Zhizhou, however, didn't stop there. He looked around the living room with great interest and said, "Tsk tsk, it's different. It's really different when there's a lady of the house here. It's full of warmth."

"Oh!" Lu Zhizhou exclaimed suddenly as he looked at Wen Zhi's face, "Brother Zhi, you must be under a lot of pressure lately."

After saying that, he continued his analysis: "But for a high-IQ freak like you, what could possibly put pressure on you... Could it be...?"

"Oh~ let me guess, is it because that thing has been holding in for too long?"

Wen Zhi frowned: "How did you know?"

"Hahaha, it really is!" Lu Zhizhou laughed, pounding his leg, and pointed at his forehead: "You have a pimple above your eyebrow!"

"..."

Wen Zhi's expression cracked.

A pimple?

That's fucking terrifying.

When Lu Zhizhou saw Wen Zhi with such an expression of disbelief for the first time, he laughed inwardly.

"Brother Zhi, have some red wine to numb your overactive sexual nerves," he said sincerely.

Wen Zhi didn't speak, but a cryptic smile flashed in his eyes. He nodded his chin and said, "Alright, give it a try."

Lu Zhizhou quickly picked up a glass from the table and poured red wine into it.

Wen Zhi took the red wine, brought the rim of the glass to his lips, but before he could even touch the wine, an angry shout rang out behind him.

"Wen Zhi, what are you doing!"

Wen Yisheng walked over with a cup of tea, her porcelain-white face cold and stern.

She snatched the wine from Wen Zhi's hand and poured it into the trash can: "The doctor said I can't drink alcohol, can't you just let me off the hook?"

Lu Zhizhou reached out to stop him, but it was too late: "Hey...don't...!"

I watched helplessly as that small glass of wine, worth tens of thousands of yuan, was ruined.

Lu Zhizhou raised his hand to cover his chest, his heart aching so badly it was bleeding!

Give it to him!

"Ah Sheng, it's not like that, don't be angry," Wen Zhichun looked at her with her bright and beautiful eyes, "Lu Zhizhou poured it for me. He said drinking red wine is good for my condition."