The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Zhi walked in carrying a stack of composition books.

The students were all wearing the same camouflage uniforms, and he seemed not to recognize Wen Yisheng's back.

He strode past her unhurriedly, stopped in front of the desk, and handed the composition book in his hand to Instructor Yan.

Instructor Yan nodded, then, remembering that the young girl had something else to say, looked up at her and asked, "By the way, what did you want to say?"

Wen Zhi turned around upon hearing the voice, as if this time he had discovered that it was Wen Yisheng standing there.

His gaze fell on her face, and he paused, somewhat surprised: "Ah Sheng? So you're here."

Wen Zhi glanced at the composition book and explained, "You weren't in the classroom when they collected the homework. They said you went to the restroom. I saw that you had finished your composition, so I collected it for you."

Wen Yisheng swallowed her voice back down her throat.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and her hands, which were behind her back, clenched nervously: "Oh."

Seeing her hesitant expression, Wen Zhi was puzzled and asked gently, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You don't look well."

Instructor Yan took it to heart. He was most afraid of students having accidents during training, and he would pay close attention to any discomfort they might feel.

"Wen Yisheng, if you feel unwell, you must tell us. There are people guarding the infirmary 24 hours a day, just in case something happens to the students, understand?"

Wen Yisheng opened her mouth, as if she had used up all her courage.

Interrupted by Wen Zhi's sudden appearance, and faced with so many gazes directed at her, she couldn't speak.

And the moment she heard Wen Zhi's voice, she felt like crying.

It's like when you're all alone and helpless, and suddenly a familiar person appears beside you. That feeling is subtle, and a surge of inexplicable grievances wells up in your heart like a floodgate has been opened.

Wen Yisheng lowered her head, her still slightly swollen lips pressed together. The overhead light fell on her soft, light-colored hair, casting a soft glow. "Instructor Yan, I'm fine, I'm just a little afraid of the dark... I came to ask if the power will still go out."

Instructor Yan was both amused and exasperated. The little girl's timidity was adorable: "Don't worry, there won't be any more power outages, I promise you."

Wen Yisheng nodded, like a chick pecking at rice: "That's good. Instructor, I'll head back now."

……

The crescent moon hung obliquely in the sky, like a delicate lamp adorning the night.

The students hadn't finished class yet, and there weren't many people on the way back to the classroom. The chirping of insects could be heard from the roadside garden from time to time.

Wen Zhi caught up with Wen Yisheng in two strides and walked alongside her. "Ah Sheng, are you really alright?"

Wen Yisheng walked with her head down, not looking at him, and shook her head: "It's nothing."

Wen Zhi frowned slightly, raised his hand, and wrapped his arm around her chest, pulling her closer to his chest. He took two steps back and said, "Watch where you're going."

Wen Yisheng was startled, looked up, and saw a wall in front of her.

If Wen Zhi hadn't caught her, she would have crashed straight into the wall.

"Thank you." She nodded sullenly, pulled away from Wen Zhi's arm, and continued walking.

Wen Zhi grabbed her hand and pinned her against the wall. "Ah Sheng, you..."

Wen Yisheng froze for a moment, her face turning deathly pale, as if startled by the action, and slapped him across the face.

*Snap!* A crisp, loud sound!

Wen Zhi's face was slapped to the side.

The boy stiffly turned his face to the side, his wisps of hair partially obscuring his eyes, casting a shadow. The warm yellow streetlights shone on him, and a blush quickly appeared on his fair cheeks.

Wen Yisheng stared at him blankly, her palms burning.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she clenched her fists helplessly, unsure how to explain.

That pervert pinned her against the wall and imprisoned her, shamelessly kissing her deeply again and again.

Thinking about it now still makes me shudder and my hair stand on end.

Wen Zhi touched his face, shook his head nonchalantly, and gently took her hand: "I'm fine."

"But seeing you like this worries me, Ah Sheng, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Zhi looked intently at her face: "Did someone bully you or what happened? Tell me, okay? We agreed to be family, didn't we? Tell me what's wrong. If you can't even take care of your own sister, what kind of brother am I?"

Wen Yisheng leaned against the wall, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Wen Zhi raised his hand and smoothed the stray hairs by her cheek. They were wet; the little girl was truly terrified, her hair soaked with cold sweat.

Wen Zhi also felt genuinely sorry for him; it felt like his heart had been pricked by a needle.

He sighed softly, "Fine, I won't force you if you don't want to talk about it, but I'm worried about you seeing me like this." He paused, then continued, "How about we ask our homeroom teacher for leave? We're skipping military training, and I'll walk you home, okay?"

A boy's soft and gentle voice is like a ray of sunshine in winter, capable of melting ice and snow, soothing the heart, and bringing peace.

Wen Yisheng couldn't hold on any longer and moved forward.

She hugged the boy's strong waist tightly, burying her face in his chest: "Daddy..."

Wen Zhi was being hugged, and although he was initially a little tempted, his upturned smile froze. "...Eh?"

Wen Yisheng had no idea what she had just shouted; she was now anxious and uneasy.

Wen Zhi smelled of fresh, pleasant soap and had a gentle demeanor, completely different from the cold, harsh, and vile smell of tobacco on that pervert.

This gave her a great sense of security.

"The power went out when I went to the bathroom..."

"Hmm, and then?" Wen Zhi quickly calmed down and gently stroked her back.

Fine, let her treat him as her father.

He'd even be her son if she wanted to.

Since Ah Sheng wanted to seek excitement, he would accompany her to the end.

Wen Yisheng gripped his clothes tightly: "After I came out of the restroom, there was a boy standing outside smoking, and then he..."

"He bullied me." Wen Yisheng stammered out these words after a long moment of embarrassment.

Wen Zhi didn't press for details about what had happened. He lowered his head, lifted the girl's chin with his fingers, and said with a serious expression, "I noticed your lips were a little swollen earlier. So you were bullied? Let me see."

"How shameless! How could they bully Ah Sheng like this?" Wen Zhi stared at her swollen lips, his eyes darkening. "Did you even see his face clearly?"

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes, tears falling from her eyes: "No, there was a power outage at the time. I have mild night blindness. I only know that he smokes, smells of smoke, and has a deep voice."

Wen Zhi wiped away her tears, his expression worried and troubled. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Besides kissing you, did that boy do anything... worse to you?"

"No!" Wen Yisheng shouted, as if provoked.

"Okay, okay, that's good. I won't ask anymore... I'm sorry, Asheng, don't cry. I shouldn't have said anything." Wen Zhi put his arm around her soft waist, wiped away her tears with one hand, and gently stroked her smooth and delicate skin with his fingertips.

"sorry……"

I'm sorry, that person was me.

Wen Zhi felt a little regretful; he shouldn't have made A Sheng so afraid because of his own selfish desires.

If Ah Sheng really develops a phobia of men because of this, wouldn't he be losing more than he gained?

So, from now on, I'll just do naughty things to her when she's hypnotized or asleep.

Wen is a real sly devil.

Wen Zhi frowned and said, "It's very difficult to find someone in this situation. There was a power outage and no surveillance cameras at the time, and you didn't get a clear look at his face."

"What should I do? He will definitely come and bully me again. I don't want that..." Wen Yisheng was extremely panicked.

Wen Zhi's expression was solemn, and his voice was deep: "Nanchuan Middle School is indeed strict, but it also has its share of spoiled brats who get in by virtue of their family background."

"Just like Yihan, who was spoiled by his family and acted arrogantly and domineeringly at school. He had to get whatever he wanted."

Wen Yisheng's face paled even more as she listened: "Wen Zhi, I'm scared..."

A hint of annoyance flashed across Wen Zhi's face: "Don't be afraid, I exaggerated."

"Leave this to me. Tomorrow I'll go to the homeroom teacher and ask him to check the surveillance footage before the power outage. Maybe we can find the bastard who bullied you."

"I won't let him get away with this."

After scaring him, he reassured him.

Wen Yisheng had no doubts.

Wen Zhi slowly released her, creating some distance between them, and leaned down to look at her lips: "They're swollen, do they hurt?"

Wen Yisheng looked a little awkward and lowered her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's a little numb."

Wen Zhi stroked her hair, his eyes filled with self-reproach: "Ah Sheng, have I ever told you that boys these days have very dirty minds, not a single one of them is innocent?"

Wen Yisheng thought for a moment and said, "I didn't say that."

Wen Zhi's eyes were clean and harmless: "So now Asheng knows, right? You must stay away from boys from now on."

"Hmm... so can your thoughts be dirty too?"

"Me?" Wen Zhi's lips curled into a smile. "If it's a girl I like, I can't help but want to do naughty things to her."

Wen Yisheng was taken aback, somewhat unable to imagine how such a gentle person as Wen Zhi could be so mischievous in front of the girl he liked...

Wen Yisheng's eyes were still glistening with tears, red and swollen, as she looked at him curiously: "Do you have a girl you like?"

Wen Zhi smiled and pinched her cheek: "Yes."

"How about I find you a sister-in-law?" he said half-jokingly.