The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The boy took it from her, supporting her arm with one hand and gently putting his arm around her waist with the other.

"Are you alright?" A very gentle and pleasant voice asked.

Wen Yisheng looked up, her heart skipped a beat, and she was somewhat stunned.

This person is very good-looking.

It is a rare sight, the kind of beauty that is highly visually appealing.

The boy was wearing a white shirt, tall and slender, with delicate and gentle eyes and a small mole at the corner of his right eye. He exuded a refined yet dangerous aura.

Those eyes were so gentle, with long, thick eyelashes drooping down to look at you. Their brows remained unmoved, yet they exuded a captivating, unwavering affection for you. This alluring illusion could lead one to utter ruin.

In her previous life, Wen Yisheng fell into hell.

In this life, she was just as unprepared.

Wen Yisheng snapped out of her daze, quickly regained her balance, and distanced herself from him. "Thank you."

Wen Zhi nodded, the soft, sticky touch in his arms disappeared, and his cold, scrutinizing gaze fell on her.

Before the girl could notice, he subtly withdrew his gaze, a faint smile curving his lips.

"A guest invited by Father?" he asked gently.

His gaze suddenly shifted and landed on Wen Yihan.

Wen Yihan nodded, like a quail with its neck tucked in: "Brother, I really just want to make friends with Sheng Sheng."

"Maybe...maybe I was too enthusiastic and scared Sheng Sheng. I apologize to her!"

"Sheng Sheng, I'm so sorry, please forgive me."

Wen Yisheng turned her face away, not wanting to look at that disgusting face, and nodded coldly.

She has made her decision.

They do not live at the Wen family's residence.

She will say goodbye and leave when Uncle Wen returns.

Having been forgiven, Wen Yihan grinned and said ingratiatingly, "Brother, look, Sheng Sheng has forgiven me..."

Wen Zhi didn't speak, but his slightly cool gaze fell on him. Wen Yihan instantly stopped smiling, as if he was nervous.

"Hmm." The boy finally nodded, his eyes shifting slightly.

Wen Yihan felt like he had been granted a pardon and tactfully left the third floor.

After he left, Wen Yisheng's tense body finally relaxed.

*

Uncle Wen prepared a beautiful room with floor-to-ceiling windows, and the curtains and bedding were all a light pink, girly color.

Wen Yisheng sat on the soft bed, feeling conflicted and distressed. The near-violent assault had cast a shadow over her first impression of the Wen family, a shadow she would never forget.

Her suitcase was still beside her; she hadn't packed it.

She would say hello to Uncle Wen when he returned and then leave.

"May I come in?" A young man's clear and polite voice rang out from outside the door.

Wen Yisheng pictured the young man's gentle and refined face in her mind. She didn't dislike him; in fact, she felt a bit grateful: "Okay."

Wen Zhi walked in, his gentle face always bearing a faint smile.

"Your name is Sheng Sheng?"

His arms were very white, and his fingers were slender and beautiful. He was holding a glass of milk. "You were scared just now, weren't you? Drink some milk to calm your nerves."

"Yes, my name is Wen Yisheng. Thank you," she said, taking the milk. Her curled eyelashes drooped slightly, and her naturally rosy lips touched the rim of the cup as she took a sip.

The sweet milk went down her throat, leaving a white milk stain on the corner of the girl's mouth. Unaware of this, she looked at the boy with a grateful smile in her bright, almond-shaped eyes.

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes and smiled, then raised his hand and pointedly touched the corner of his lips.

"Hmm?" Wen Yisheng asked in confusion. Her demeanor was very clean, like a lamb that had wandered into the territory of the fallen angel Lucifer, without God's protection...

The lamb is destined to fall into the clutches of the fallen god.

A hint of helplessness flickered in Wen Zhi's eyes. He took out a clean white handkerchief, knelt down on one knee, and looked directly at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, gently wiping the milk stains from the corners of her lips.

Wen Yisheng finally realized what was happening, her face flushed red, and she took the boy's handkerchief. "Thank you, but I... I can do it myself!"

Good heavens! There are still guys who carry handkerchiefs with them these days?

This small detail made Wen Yisheng like this gentle young man even more.

Compared to Wen Yihan, who had just tried to assault her, the difference between these two brothers was just too great! One was a polite and well-mannered noble young master, while the other was a thuggish and ruthless bully!

Moreover, the handkerchief smells...very nice, just like his scent.

The boy stood up and left.

Wen Yisheng tightened her grip on his handkerchief and said to his retreating figure, "Thank you for the handkerchief. I'll return it to you after I wash it clean."

The boy's profile was as white and smooth as jade, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was as beautiful as ripples on a lake: "No need."

"So, what's your name?" Wen Yisheng asked again.

"Wen Zhi".

Snapped! !

Upon hearing those two words, Wen Yisheng's expression changed drastically. A chill ran down her spine, and the fine hairs on her skin stood on end. A sense of resistance, as if even the depths of her bones were trembling with fear, rose up throughout her body!

In that instant, the milk cup in Wen Yisheng's hand slipped and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, the splashed milk staining her skirt.

Wen Zhi... Wen Zhi?

Wen Yisheng, stay away from Wen Zhi! Don't be fooled by his appearance! He's a madman, a psychopath, you'll...

It's that name that somehow appeared in my notebook!

Moreover, she really felt a sense of panic, as if a thought was trapped deep within her body, and she wanted to see something clearly but could not break free from the restraint.

Wen Zhi stopped in his tracks because of the commotion, his eyebrows slightly raised, and the smile on his lips deepened.

The girl's panicked expression was unexpectedly cute and pleasing to the eye. Her eyes were truly beautiful, like untouched cat's-eye stones in nature, so beautiful that he was a little jealous.

If it can be dug up and preserved as a specimen, it can be preserved forever, exclusively belonging to you...

However, handling human specimens is very troublesome, Wen Zhi thought irritably.

What a damn shame.

The boy blinked, concealing the emotions in his eyes, bent down to pick up the shards of glass on the ground, then looked up at the pale-faced girl with concern: "Wen Yisheng? Are you alright?"

"Hiss..." He groaned softly in pain.

blood.

The boy's fingers were long and slender, each one exquisitely beautiful, but he accidentally pricked himself while cleaning the glass.

Blood beads slid down her fair fingers and dripped onto the ground.

Wen Yisheng snapped out of her fear and looked up to see a blinding red.

She was startled. "Your hand..."

"It's alright," Wen Zhi shook his head. He was the one who was injured, but he had a comforting smile on his lips as he worried about the other person instead. "Don't move. There's broken glass all over the ground. Don't hurt yourself."

Wen Yisheng calmed her unease and curled her fingers in a tangle.

The notebook says Wen Zhi is a madman and a pervert?

However, it's really hard to associate this gentle, considerate, and polite boy with those words.

It's best to keep your distance from him, but he saved me and now I'm injured because of the cup I broke...

Wen Yisheng seemed to remember something, her eyes brightened slightly, and she opened the suitcase she had brought.

She usually keeps a first-aid kit on hand.

The pink first-aid kit was small, but fairly well-equipped. After taking out hydrogen peroxide and cotton swabs, Wen Yisheng looked at Wen Zhi somewhat awkwardly and said, "Let me check if there are any remaining glass shards on your wound first."

"Give me your hand."

Wen Zhi blinked. A girl who carries a first-aid kit with her must be very kind.

He nodded, sat on the edge of the bed, and stretched out his still-bleeding index finger.

"Thank you for your help," the boy said, looking down at her lowered eyes thoughtfully and directly, as if lost in thought.

Wen Yisheng was at a loss for what to do. She bit her lip, held Wen Zhi's fingers and carefully examined the wound, not noticing his direct and strange gaze.

"The wound isn't big, there's no debris. I'll disinfect it with hydrogen peroxide and then put on a bandage." After she finished speaking, she bent down and began to carefully treat his wound.

The girl's wispy hair, tucked behind her ears, fell slightly with her movements, shimmering softly in the sunlight. Her eyelashes were long and her skin was flawless and delicate.

Wen Zhi stared at her intently, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

What a beautiful and smooth piece of skin.

I really want it.

You're mine now, and no one can take you away.