The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Last night's affair left Wen Zhi with a profound and intense sense of both psychological and physical satisfaction and happiness.

Even when he opened his eyes in the morning, he was still immersed in the sweet world, unable to extricate himself.

So when Wen Zhi woke up and found no one beside him, he was a bit slow to react.

He sat up, and the blanket slipped off his shoulders.

Her white cotton pajamas were wrinkled from the madness, her short, messy hair fell over her eyebrows and eyes, and the upturned corners of her mouth made her look cute and lazy as she had just woken up.

He shifted his gaze slightly, realizing that Wen Yisheng was not there, and the smile on his lips gradually disappeared.

Looking at the time, Wen Zhi realized it was already 8:30. He frowned; he had never slept this late before.

He lifted the blanket again, pulled up the hem of his shirt, and touched his abdomen. Although the muscles were still well-defined, they seemed to be less firm than before.

At this moment, Wen Zhi realized a terrible problem.

He has a back injury and has been recuperating, so he hasn't been able to exercise his abdominal muscles.

And holding Wen Yisheng every day made him forget himself, and he actually neglected many of his previous self-disciplined lifestyle habits. For example, he used to wake up at 5:30 in the summer, but now he would hold Wen Yisheng and sleep until 8 o'clock without wanting to get up.

...This can't go on any longer.

A man without a good face and a good physique will definitely be disliked.

Fortunately, the injury that required six stitches in his waist is healing well.

I'm going to the hospital to have my stitches removed today.

But... what about his Ah Sheng?

The phone suddenly rang. Wen Zhi reached out and picked it up. When he saw the number calling, his expression turned sour, and a hint of impatience appeared in his eyes.

He took it.

In short, two words: "What's up?"

As soon as the call connected, Lu Zhizhou's roaring voice pierced our ears.

"Where are you, Brother Zhi?!"

"Home."

Lu Zhizhou seemed stunned for a moment, then shouted anxiously, "Home? Sheng Sheng is about to run away, and you're not still lying at home playing around, are you?!"

Wen Zhi's expression suddenly darkened, and the surrounding air seemed to cool down.

"What do you mean?" he asked in a cool voice, getting out of bed and walking out of the bedroom.

I searched the house, but I couldn't find Wen Yisheng.

"I was at Peking University when I happened to see Sheng Sheng there. Guess what she was doing? I immediately asked her what she was up to, and it turns out she applied for an international exchange program, and her flight is at 9:30 this morning!"

"You didn't know? In less than an hour, Sheng Sheng will be flying to England!"

"It's all about me in this crucial moment. Nanxin Airport, no time to lose, hurry up and arrest them!"

"She won't." His voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Hearing his certainty, Lu Zhizhou felt a sting of discomfort and pouted, "Then why don't you try calling Sheng Sheng and see if you can get through? If..."

Before Lu Zhizhou could finish speaking, the phone call was disconnected.

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes and dialed the number.

The other party indicated that the phone was switched off.

Wen Zhi pursed his lips, his fingers tightened around his phone, and his eyes were filled with a cold, intense melancholy.

The cold, impersonal tone of the phone call echoed in my ears, and the warmth that had been floating in the air began to freeze and shatter.

……

The car was speeding along the road, but was stuck in traffic due to rush hour, moving very slowly.

Wen Zhi arrived at Nanxin Airport at nearly 10 o'clock by car.

The direct flight to Edinburgh, UK, has already taken off.

Wen Zhi stood quietly in the noisy airport hall, staring at a certain direction in mid-air.

His eyes showed no emotion, neither sad nor happy, but rather a calmness tinged with bewilderment.

His short, chestnut-colored hair was disheveled in the sunlight. Looking around, he resembled a hurried traveler who had lost his way.

She won't.

Recalling the intimate moments from last night, Wen Yisheng was so proactive, how could the tenderness and affection in her eyes for him be fake?

She didn't look down on him.

Yes, there was no disdain.

With Wen Zhi's keen sense of perception, how could he not notice Wen Yisheng's unusual behavior? He almost instantly guessed last night what she had learned from her aunt.

He had to admit that compared to normal people, he was a lunatic, a madman, a monster.

A deformed species that has been treated as a research subject since childhood.

It is a rotten, foul-smelling embryo, rotten from the inside out, its soul crawling with maggots.

This is something he would never take the initiative to tell Wen Yisheng.

So last night, Wen Yisheng's initiative and tenderness made him think that his most vulnerable side had been accepted.

However, all of this was just a facade to lower his guard.

He has now completely woken up from his dream.

Last night's wonderful love affair was a dream woven by Wen Yisheng to confuse him.

No, to be precise, it was from the very beginning, and last night was the final blow she delivered to reap the rewards.

The dream was so terrifying and beautiful that it made him lose his senses.

This made him forget about Wen Yisheng's exchange student spot abroad.

He let Wen Yisheng release her body without any suspicion.

She succeeded.

she left.

Wen Zhi quickly sorted everything out.

Thinking back to last night, his eyes started to feel hot, and his eyeballs became bloodshot and tired.

He stood stiffly in the hall, his expression cold and dazed, tears streaming down his face, oblivious to the strange looks he was receiving.

As if all his strength had been drained, Wen Zhi felt somewhat powerless and exhausted.

In the past, his first thought in this situation would have been to grab Wen Yisheng and lock her up.

Now, however, he felt inexplicably annoyed.

Disgust and dejection towards oneself.

Yes, what right does a monster like him have to pressure Wen Yisheng?

...If she died quietly, Wen Yisheng would probably be happy...

"Wen Zhi!"

A shout came from afar behind me, but it was not clear due to the distance and the noisy crowd.

Wen Zhi heard it.

He chuckled softly, a mocking and contemptuous laugh.

fake.

He didn't even have the strength to look back; every part of his body was numb and tingling.

"Wen Zhi, Wen Zhi!"

The voice grew closer and closer. When Wen Yisheng saw the person at the airport entrance, she shouted and ran as fast as she could.

Finally, she ran up behind Wen Zhi.

However, the figure in front of him stood straight like a life-size cardboard cutout, completely still.

Wen Yisheng was panting heavily from running too fast, and slapped him hard: "Can't you hear me? Why didn't you answer me?"

Wen Zhi turned around stiffly and slowly, like an old, dilapidated machine.

Wen Yisheng was startled when she saw his red and moist eyes: "You..."

The words stuck in my throat.

Wen Zhi had already held her tightly, with the force of someone falling off a cliff gripping a rope, instinctively trying to embed himself into her flesh.

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment, then obediently let him hold her.

She was at Peking University, and her phone was off when she went into the lab. When she turned it on, she saw two missed calls from Wen Zhi. When she called back, no one answered.

However, she didn't think too much about it. She left a message for Wen Zhi when she left in the morning, and he would see it when he woke up.

I ran into Lu Zhizhou again after leaving the lab.

I don't know why, but when that guy saw her, he looked surprised and asked her why she hadn't caught her flight.

Without offering any explanation, he pulled her into the car with a terrifying expression and rushed her to the airport.

then……

I saw Wen Zhi standing at the airport like an idiot, dressed in pajamas and slippers, with his hair all messy.

No matter how good-looking someone is, they can't pull off this look.

Passersby looked at him as if he were a handsome madman who had escaped from a mental hospital.

By now, Wen Yisheng roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter, and she couldn't help but curse Lu Zhizhou in her heart as a troublemaker.

Wen Zhi let go of her.

A smile appeared on his lips as he looked down at her, but his voice was hoarse as he spoke: "You didn't go to England."

Wen Yisheng used a small handkerchief to wipe away his wet tears.

"Um."

My waist tightened.

He bent down and pulled her into his arms.

"You gave up your exchange student spot for me because I'm more important, right?" He held her tightly, burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply.

Wen Yisheng thought for a moment and nodded.

Wen Zhi is sensitive.

If a straightforward approach would satisfy him more, she is willing to use the simplest and most direct method to make him feel secure.

As for the exchange student program, it's certainly a pity that I didn't get to go.

But thinking about it, being in an unfamiliar place, the biggest problem is money. Besides tuition, living expenses are also a huge expense. Maybe she doesn't want to work so hard.

"You were still asleep this morning, and I wanted you to sleep a little longer so I didn't wake you up. But I left a message saying I'd be going to school today, and you have to turn off your phone when you go into the lab, so I didn't receive your call."

Wen Zhi listened and gave a vague, soft "hmm".

Wen Yisheng pushed him away, frowning slightly: "You don't suspect that I secretly ran away abroad while you were sleeping, and then you're imagining that I've been lying to you all this time, thinking of catching me and settling scores with me later, do you?"

"How could that be?" Wen Zhi shook his head, his still slightly reddened eyes appearing harmless.

Wen Yisheng was very skeptical of this.

However, she couldn't stay in this public place for even a second longer; the stares from those around her, as if she were crazy, were piercing her.

She led Wen Zhi out of the airport: "Did you drive here? Are your injuries bothering you?"

"It's nothing." Wen Zhi obediently followed her, but his eyes were cold and sharp. "Where is Lu Zhizhou?"

"He drove me here, right..." Wen Yisheng paused slightly, "He was just here a moment ago, but there was no car in sight outside the airport."

Wen Zhi smiled and didn't mention it again.