The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Lu Zhizhou: "...?"

Wen Yisheng suddenly realized.

There was no wine at home, and Wen Zhi had never been seen drinking wine before, so this red wine was obviously brought by Lu Zhizhou.

Her unfriendly gaze swept over Lu Zhizhou.

"No, no... Sheng Sheng, listen to me..." Lu Zhizhou tried to salvage the situation.

However, Wen Yisheng was already quite dissatisfied with his persistent pursuit of Ye Hehua, and his emotions were even more complicated at this moment.

Who brings red wine to patients when they visit them in the hospital?!

Wen Yisheng had originally intended to treat him to lunch, but now she didn't really care anymore.

"Lu Zhizhou, don't lead Wen Zhi astray," she said, her words carrying a veiled warning.

Could it be that Wen Zhi's distorted state was influenced by Lu Zhizhou?

Yes. Thinking about it, it suddenly seems very likely. Wen Yisheng found Lu Zhizhou increasingly displeasing.

"..."

Lu Zhizhou's lips twitched; he felt even more wronged than Dou E.

This is hilarious!

Love really can blind people; even Wen Yisheng has become like this.

Don't you know what kind of man you are?

Who has the ability to corrupt him? Who is actually leading whom astray?

However, what angered Lu Zhizhou even more was another aspect: seeing Wen Zhi's smug, love-obsessed face was really irritating! It made him furious!

He doesn't want to eat this dog food at all!

"What's wrong? You don't look well," Wen Yisheng asked, sitting down next to Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi lowered his head: "Don't look at me."

Wen Yisheng reached out and cupped his cheeks, her eyes filled with worry: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Zhi shook his head dejectedly: "I have a pimple, it's ugly."

"..."

Although Wen Yisheng was speechless, she knew how much Wen Zhi cared about his appearance, so she didn't laugh at him. Instead, she cupped his face and lifted it up, saying, "Let me see."

"Hmm...it's not ugly. It's kind of cute to have it on the tip of your eyebrow. Is this your first time getting a pimple?"

Wen Zhi was still unhappy, and pursed his lips, giving a soft "Mmm".

"How about we give this pimple a name, and commemorate it every year on this day?"

"Let's call it Yu Sheng."

Why?

"It appeared because of you."

Lu Zhizhou was stunned and deeply shocked: "..." Crazy! Men and women in love are all cheesy, crazy freaks!

He's going to throw up if he stays here another second!

"I'm leaving." Lu Zhizhou's voice interrupted the two who were about to kiss.

Wen Yisheng was startled, only then remembering that Lu Zhizhou was still there.

Her cheeks flushed, and she silently grumbled at Wen Zhi in her heart. She tidied her stray hairs behind her ear, stood up, and politely said, "Stay for dinner."

Lu Zhizhou suddenly turned back, picked up the red wine he had brought from the table: "I've had my fill of dog food."

He grinned and pointed to the person behind him: "Don't see me off, you should hurry up and help Brother Zhi get rid of that 'desire for sex' pimple, don't let it get worse."

After saying that, he took the red wine and strode away.

-

I had just seen Lu Zhizhou off when Xie Yu came again in the afternoon.

Unlike Lu Zhizhou, Xie Yu was not carefree. He and Wen Zhi discussed company matters in the study, and then he left afterward.

Wen Zhi was working in his study when Wen Yisheng secretly escorted Xie Yu to the door.

Her face showed hesitation, and she seemed to want to say something but stopped several times.

Xie Yu walked to the door, stopped, looked at her, and asked directly, "Is something the matter?"

Wen Yisheng was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. "There's something I want to ask you about Wen Zhi."

Xie Yu remained silent, waiting for her to speak.

Wen Yisheng glanced into the room, walked outside, gently closed the door, and asked Xie Yu, "Do you know what happened between Wen Zhi and his mother when he was little?"

Xie Yu's expression froze for a moment. He didn't answer, but gave Wen Yisheng a cryptic look.

"If Wen Zhi doesn't tell you things on his own initiative, it means he doesn't want you to know, and I have nothing to say about that."

Wen Yisheng was somewhat discouraged.

She didn't ask Wen Zhi directly because she wanted to leave room for both of them. If what Zhong Yue'er said was true, that Wen Zhi was a murderer when he was a child? She needed to adjust her mindset to face this matter.

As for Wen Zhi's personality... he would only want her to accept it blindly, without giving her time to accept it.

Besides, even if she asked Wen Zhi, he wouldn't tell her the truth.

Xie Yu turned around, paused, and then added, "If you really want to know, why don't you ask Aunt Fanxing?"

Before Wen Yisheng could ask any more questions, Xie Yu had already left.

-

Wen Zhi initially thought that being sick and injured was a good thing.

Wen Yisheng became much gentler than before, speaking softly and taking the initiative to stay with him. She paid close attention to his physical condition, becoming extremely anxious if he felt even slightly unwell.

Wen Zhi loved seeing Wen Yisheng worry about her, and would often pretend to be in pain.

Then he realized that even if Wen Yisheng saw through his act, she wouldn't really ignore him; at most, she would poke his forehead and call him a pervert.

Look.

...Wen Yisheng absolutely adores Wen Zhi to an extreme degree!

However, he later felt that his injury was not healing well.

He hadn't touched Wen Yisheng for four days. This was practically fatal for a lustful man who was young and energetic.

The key issue is that the two of them have been cooped up at home and have no way to distract themselves.

Wen Zhi did not want to relieve himself.

He only wanted to be with Wen Yisheng.

This caused him to have nothing on his mind except how to make love with Wen Yisheng.

When Wen Yisheng casually flicks her hair, purses her lips, or bends over, it stimulates his eyes, causing his adrenaline to surge and his brain to automatically release dopamine.

Ke Wenyi wouldn't let him touch her, and she wouldn't help him either.

……

During a sleepless night, Wen Zhi had to nervously stare at Wen Yisheng's sleeping face, pondering a question he didn't want to admit.

...Has she suddenly stopped loving him?

Or was it that he failed to make her feel comfortable?

He immediately dismissed the thought. That's impossible.

He is the perfect partner.

All aspects.

Wen Zhi lay on the bed and let out a soft breath. His fluffy, soft black hair fell over his eyebrows and eyes, and his pupils were calm, warm, and deep, as if he was thinking about something.

After a short while, he propped himself up and sat up, got out of bed and went to the wardrobe, his gaze landing on the drawer where Wen Yisheng kept her underwear.

Wen Yisheng is not in the bedroom...

It seemed to be in the living room. Wen Zhi glanced towards the doorway, made sure no one was there, and then nimbly and calmly took away a cute little thing.

Perhaps to live up to his reputation as a pervert, he unconsciously leaned in to smell it.

Just then, Wen Yisheng walked in and witnessed this scene.

Wen Zhi froze, his expression momentarily unnatural, a faint blush rising on his refined and handsome face.

Before Wen Yisheng could ask, he calmly explained, "I'm checking if it's been washed clean."

Wen Zhi brought his nose close and sniffed it, then nodded: "Hmm, very clean."

"..."

Unusually, Wen Yisheng did not utter those three words, nor did she show any signs of anger.

She glanced at the small object in his hand, and couldn't help but blush slightly: "Put it down."

Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow and obediently folded the little thing neatly and put it back in its original place.

Wen Yisheng seemed a little distracted.

My usual skincare routine has become a bit messed up.

Wen Zhi found it strange.

It was even stranger when she walked towards the bedside and looked at him with eyes full of tenderness and love.

Wen Zhi almost couldn't stay still; that look sent a shiver down his spine. "What's wrong?"

He remembered.

Wen Yisheng pressed down on his shoulder. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes clear and bright as if filled with starlight, her gaze intense.

"Are you still feeling unwell?" She gently stroked his cheek, her voice so soft it seemed like it could melt water.

Wen Zhi was slightly taken aback: "Huh?"

He propped himself up with his forearms, but Wen Yisheng suddenly pushed him down completely.

She straddled his waist: "Don't move."

His calves carefully avoided the wound on his side.

Wen Yisheng glanced at him embarrassedly, lowered her head, her dark hair partially obscuring her face, and her delicate fingertips touched the drawstring of her casual pants: "...I'll do it."