The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng suddenly realized.

No wonder Wen Zhi has been abstaining from sex lately; he even took her to the hospital for a physical examination a few days ago.

Wen Yisheng had confessed to him before about her death in her past life, but Wen Zhi clearly didn't believe her at the time.

Once he's made up his mind, no one can sway him.

"You believe me now? You were such a pervert in my past life, you tormented me..."

Her words contained a hint of resentment, but before she could finish speaking, the person on top of her silenced her.

He kissed her, savagely and fiercely.

As if to prove something, I absorb the other person's warmth.

They widened the distance again.

Wen Yisheng's face was flushed, and her chest was heaving violently.

"I won't." Wen Yisheng heard his deep, hoarse voice, and Wen Zhi buried his face deep in the crook of her neck to draw warmth.

He hugged her tighter, his voice trembling slightly with fear: "That's not me, it's not."

"Ah Sheng, I won't do that to you. You like dancing... I'll accompany you. I won't lock you up. We won't make love anymore. You can't die."

Everything in his past life's dream was so real, like a poisonous needle with a shape, repeatedly tormenting and tearing at Wen Zhi's heart, piercing him until he bled profusely.

He had to believe that it was their past life.

In the dream, "he" became a complete monster, insane from the inside out.

He was already evil, twisted, and dark inside, indulging in morbid possession, and inflicting the same level of harm as love on Wen Yisheng.

...A sense of lingering fear and panic welled up in Wen Zhi's heart.

He nestled tightly in her arms like a vulnerable child, and Wen Yisheng could clearly feel his heartbeat and trembling.

She sighed softly, reached out and put her arm around Wen Zhi's shoulder, gently stroking his hair with her warm hand: "I know, Wen Zhi, I believe in you."

Wen Zhi's breathing became labored, and a myriad of emotions welled up in his heart.

If Wen Yisheng had memories of her past life.

She's actually willing to marry him now...

Wen Zhi's eyes welled up with tears, his heart raced, and his blood surged. He held back his tears of excitement and emotion, feeling that it would be worth dying for her.

She loved him, she really loved him.

"However," Wen Yisheng turned her face away, avoiding his gaze, her face flushed, her voice barely audible, "are you really prepared, prepared to never touch me again..."

"Hmm?" Wen Zhi paused for a moment, then nodded.

He was still immersed in the nightmare of his past life, feeling lingering fear and a constant unease in his chest.

Slow to react, he failed to grasp the unfulfilled desires in Wen Yisheng's words.

At this point, Wen Zhi's desire for Wen Yisheng to live carefree had long surpassed the possession and satisfaction of physical desires.

He would rather abstain from sex for the rest of his life than risk her death.

Wen Yisheng choked on her words.

He was able to abstain from sex for her sake... This, of course, is very touching.

But then she thought it wouldn't hurt to do it once in a while, provided she was in good health.

However, looking at Wen Zhi's serious and earnest expression, Wen Yisheng couldn't bring herself to say those words for a moment.

"Okay, okay!" She lowered her eyes, pushed him, curled up on her side, and said quickly, "Go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."

Wen Zhi stared at Wen Yisheng's profile for a moment, then reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek.

The woman beneath him had delicate, flushed cheeks that shone with a unique charm in the dim light.

Wen Zhi seemed to understand something; the corners of his lips turned up, and his eyes revealed a vivid and clear smile.

He lowered his head and kissed the tender skin beside her ear. His breath and soft lips carried an alluring heat, and Wen Yisheng flinched.

"Thinking about it?" His voice was low, husky, and alluring.

Wen Yisheng bit her lower lip in embarrassment, her eyelashes trembling as she opened her eyes, the corners of her eyes red and moist, like the most touching color in spring.

With a burst of energy, she turned around, stretched out her slender arms, and hooked them around the neck of the man on top of her.

Anyway, he's my husband, so what if I want to think about him?

Although that's what I thought...

"Give it to me." But she still lacked confidence, her voice was barely audible, and her face was completely red.

The smile in Wen Zhi's eyes deepened, but he shook his head slightly: "No."

"..." Wen Yisheng was so ashamed and indignant that she was rejected again.

Okay, okay, if you can't, you can't. Do you think she cares about it so much?

"I can't hurt you." Wen Zhi stared at Wen Yisheng's subtle expression of embarrassment and annoyance, and couldn't help but smile.

But she bent down and said, "But if you want..."

"I'd be happy to do it another way."

His face was refined and clean, with thin, soft, and delicate lips.

The lips are a reddish-pink, with a very delicate texture. When they open and close gently, there is a strange, blush-inducing, slightly tingly quality to them.

"Baby, relax, leave everything to me."