The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng and Wen Zhi finally got their marriage certificate.

Their wedding was set for two weeks from now.

With the wedding date approaching, everything needs to be prepared quickly, and Wen Zhi is a meticulous person who strives for perfection.

From small details like the bouquets and desserts to the guests and the bride's wedding dress, everything was overseen, planned, and handled by Wen Zhi.

One night, Wen Yisheng woke up in the middle of the night and found no one beside her. She went out of the bedroom and saw light seeping through the crack in the study door.

Pushing open the door, Wen Yisheng saw Wen Zhi asleep in a chair.

Stacks of wedding invitations were neatly arranged on the opposite table.

The invitation letter contained his handwritten invitation in fountain pen, along with his and his lover's names.

The computer was still lit up, and the screen displayed the design drafts of the wedding dress and suit they would wear for their wedding entrance.

Wen Zhi leaned his head slightly against the back of the chair, his face fair and clean, the light highlighting his perfect facial features. His closed, long eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids. He was always stunningly handsome.

Seeing this scene, Wen Yisheng's heart melted completely...

She also advised him to postpone the wedding, saying there was no need to rush, since they had already registered their marriage.

Wen insisted on doing it on the nearest available date, but he wouldn't listen.

He has always had a stubbornness that Wen Yisheng could not understand, and this has never changed.

Therefore, Wen Yisheng could see how much Wen Zhi cared about, valued, and looked forward to the wedding.

Can--

Then, as the wedding date drew closer and closer...

Wen Zhi took Wen Yisheng to the hospital for a check-up. Wen Yisheng didn't think much of it, and the premarital check-up was normal.

On the eve of the wedding, everything was ready, but a very subtle thing happened between the two of them.

Wen Yisheng found it difficult to speak, yet she couldn't help but think about it.

—Counting the days, Wen Zhi hasn't touched her for more than ten days.

Previously, they had been intimate frequently, with Wen Zhi wanting it every night, which annoyed Wen Yisheng to no end.

Now, after almost two weeks of no in-depth communication, Wen Yisheng initially felt relaxed, but gradually became suspicious, and now feels uneasy.

Why?

Wen Zhi has become a vegetarian? Who would believe that? Isn't that too strange?

She's still a bit shy about that.

Asking him directly... would be too embarrassing, making it seem like she really wanted it...

But I really can't figure it out.

Wen Yisheng refused to believe in superstitions and decided to take the initiative a little tonight.

"Wen Zhi, help me apply some body lotion," Wen Yisheng said.

She had just finished showering that evening and was wearing a bathrobe.

The neckline was loosely open, revealing half of her shoulders and neck, with a few strands of dark hair hanging down.

Standing at the foot of the bed, with his eyes lowered, Wen Zhi could clearly see the straight, fair collarbone, its lines making one's blood boil.

Wen Yisheng pulled down one side of her collar, exposing half of her shoulder and back to the light, revealing her delicate, snow-white skin.

She propped herself up on her slender white arms, half-lying on the bed, turning her head to look at him, her eyes glistening with tears: "I can't reach my back, come help me."

"..." Wen Zhi pursed his lips, his eyes dark and unreadable. He put down the towel he was using to dry his hair and walked over.

"Okay." His expression was unreadable, but he seemed very calm.

Wen Yisheng lay down, looking natural just now, but her face was actually burning hot.

How embarrassing. Is she trying to seduce him?

Wen Zhi's body drew closer, enveloping her with an undeniable and substantial presence.

Wen Yisheng held her breath nervously, burying her head in her arms like a timid little quail, waiting for his next move...

They'll probably just take off her clothes.

That's how it's always been.

It was so... straightforward and brutal, not giving her a chance to refuse.

However, this time it was the opposite of what Wen Yisheng had imagined.

Wen Zhi squeezed some body lotion into his palm, rubbed it to warm it up, and then reached in to gently apply it to the smooth, white skin.

He didn't remove that layer of clothing; instead, he covered her up.

"..."

Wen Yisheng couldn't describe her feelings. When his palm stroked her back, she felt her heart beat faster, which was shameful.

She couldn't help but slightly lift her slender waist, somewhat wanting him to go on...

"Can you see the makeup through the bathrobe?" she asked again, her cheeks flushed.

Wen Zhi didn't say anything, quickly applied the ointment twice, and then withdrew his hand.

Wen Yisheng blinked: "Is it over?"

That's it?

Wen Zhi nodded, lifted the blanket, and covered her up, leaving only her head exposed while her body was completely covered.

"Go to sleep, sweetie," he said, his voice several times hoarse, before turning and heading to the bathroom.

But he just took a shower, didn't he...?

Wen Yisheng huddled in the quilt, her dark, bright eyes staring at his tall back with a hint of resentment.

How annoying.

It feels like you're trying too hard but getting rejected.

What exactly went wrong? Has Wen Zhi lost his temper?

She still wanted to wait for Wen Zhi to come out before giving it another try.

But Wen Zhi stayed in the bathroom for a long time, until she fell asleep with her head tilted to the side before coming out.

Wen Yisheng vaguely felt herself being embraced by a cool hug.

She was half-asleep and still angry, so she subconsciously pushed him.

The man tightened his grip, holding her captive with both arms. Wen Yisheng stopped moving and fell into a deep sleep nestled in his arms.

After a long while, a soft sigh echoed in the quiet bedroom.

Wen Zhi hugged Wen Yisheng tightly, pulling her into his arms.

He gently kissed her cheeks again and again, staring intently at the person in his arms, his eyes complex and unreadable in the darkness, hiding a hint of lingering fear and pain.

……

A private online forum for couples to communicate.

A netizen posted this anonymous request for help:

[With only three days until the wedding, my boyfriend used to be very enthusiastic about sex, but suddenly he seems to have become...sexually apathetic. What should I do?]

Soon after, the post was flooded with comments.

First floor: [Sexual life is very important in marriage. If your boyfriend is already becoming indifferent before marriage, things will likely be even more disharmonious after marriage. I suggest you break up.]

Second floor: [If you two were very intimate before and have suddenly become distant, it's possible your boyfriend is getting bored. Why not try something new, like buying some sex toys to spice things up...]

Third floor: [It's not about that at all. Men are driven by their lower bodies. As long as there's nothing wrong with their genitals, there's no such thing as frigidity! Sister, you'd better find out more; your boyfriend might be having an affair!!]

Fourth floor: [He's most likely cheating. Check his phone. Cut your losses before you get married and stay away from this scumbag!]

Fifth floor: [Men crave novelty. It's possible he's lost interest in you sexually. It also depends on your boyfriend's character.]

Sixth floor: [I have a best friend who experienced this. A few days before her wedding, she sensed her boyfriend was acting strangely. After some investigation, she discovered he was cheating on her, and she broke up with him immediately! Sometimes a woman's intuition is really accurate!]

……

Wen Yisheng scrolled through the comments she received under the post, growing increasingly uneasy.

Tired...lost interest...cheating?

Wen Zhi, will you?

It seems more likely that he has erectile dysfunction, right?

Wen Yisheng deleted the post and sighed with some worry.

Finally, on the night before the wedding, the two went to bed early. As always, Wen Zhi held her obediently as they fell asleep, without any improper behavior.

Wen Yisheng couldn't sleep.

She moved closer and closer to Wen Zhi, pressing herself against him.

Her face rested against his chest.

"Wen Zhi..." she asked tentatively in a low voice, "Are you asleep?"

Wen Zhi didn't speak, but put his arm around Wen Yisheng's shoulder and stroked her hair. He then lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips and reached out to hug his waist: "I can't sleep."

Wen Zhi grasped the soft hand on her waist and gently coaxed her, "Close your eyes, you'll fall asleep soon."

"No." Wen Yisheng shook her head slightly, her hand slowly sliding into his waistband. "I want to..."

"Ah Sheng!" Her body tensed instantly, her voice low, hoarse, and stiff.

Wen Zhi took her hand, gently stroking it, and took a deep breath: "Stop fooling around, go to sleep, the wedding tomorrow will be tiring."

"..."

Wen Yisheng remained silent for a long time.

The voice that rang out again was muffled, tinged with disappointment: "Do you hate me now?"

"This is so sudden," Wen Yisheng pushed Wen Zhi away, turned around and curled up in a ball with her back to him, "it's like she's become frigid."

She had barely turned around when someone grabbed her waist and pulled her back into the arms.

Wen Zhi's arms were taut, the bulging veins clearly visible as they encircled her soft heart.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice low and tinged with a bittersweet tone: "How could I hate you? You never understand how much I love you."

Wen Yisheng hated the current state of the two of them.

It wasn't that she wanted to be intimate with Wen Zhi, but she always felt that Wen Zhi was acting strangely, as if he was hiding something from her.

Wen Yisheng, disregarding her embarrassment, turned around, cupped Wen Zhi's face in her hands, and said, "So what exactly do you mean? You've been holding back like that, but you won't touch me!"

Wen Zhi gazed intently at her eyes and brows, then suddenly smiled, "So that's what you've been thinking about all along. I thought you were always reluctant and didn't like it. Actually, you want me, just like I want you, right?"

Fortunately, it was nighttime, which concealed Wen Yisheng's flushed face.

She hugged Wen Zhi's neck and buried her face in his chest.

He made a lighthearted, teasing remark, but she nodded seriously, her soft voice delicate and gentle: "Normal frequency, of course I like it, because it's you."

Her simple words seemed to choke Wen Zhi's heart.

She ignited the fire in my heart, and it beats.

"I'm just afraid... I'll hurt you." He rolled over and pinned her down.

The soft rustling of the fabric was clearly audible in the darkness.

"Did you hurt me?"

"Um."

Wen Zhi touched her cheek, staring at her without moving, and slowly said, "I've been having the same dream every night lately."

Wen Yisheng was slightly taken aback. The dim yellow light of the night lamp on the wall illuminated his eyes and brows under his wispy bangs, which were as deep and still as a lake.

His gaze froze, staring at her face as if lost in thought.

"You died in my dream."