The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Chapter 47 The Terrifying Effect of Grazing

Wen Yisheng couldn't resist her curiosity.

She raised her hand and touched the boy's fair and smooth cheek.

Wen Yisheng looked serious and wiped his face with her finger.

"Hiss..." She frowned and inhaled.

Wen Zhi's eyebrows twitched slightly: "What's wrong?"

"So tender."

"soft."

"So smooth that mosquitoes would do the splits and flies would slip on it."

Wen Zhi looked down at her, remaining motionless as she rubbed and stroked him. "Did you apply powder?"

Wen Yisheng looked at her fingers; there wasn't a trace of powder on her fingertips.

His face was fair, clean, and very clean.

"No, you're lying to me," she said.

Wen Zhi admitted, "Yes, I was just kidding. I have naturally fair skin, like my mother, so I can't get tanned no matter what."

"but……"

He gently hooked her finger with his fingertip, then withdrew his hand, like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day brushing against her face, just for a moment.

Wen Zhi's lips curled into a smile, and he lowered his voice: "Was Asheng just teasing her brother?"

Wen Yisheng froze.

Wen Zhi repeated each word one by one.

"So tender."

"soft."

"Even if I were the older brother, I'd blush if I heard something like that..."

Wen Zhi looked at her, like a victim who had been teased by a female hooligan's sister, his tone revealing grievance.

He's so good at it.

Wen Zhi, who took the lead, played the game better than anyone else.

Wen Yisheng didn't know how things had turned out this way.

He clearly let her touch him! Now she's acting all wronged and accusing him, but she really did seem to be acting like a pervert just now...

Wen Yisheng shook her head stiffly, her hands gesturing frantically, "No, I didn't flirt! It was just a compliment!"

"What's there to be ashamed of...?"

Wen Zhi smiled innocently: "I only let you touch me, but you started rubbing me."

"My brother has never been this close to a girl before, of course he'll blush."

Wen Zhi touched his face, pursed his lips, and looked sad.

"By the way, this is your first face, right? I originally wanted to save it for your future sister-in-law to touch, but I didn't expect you to take it first."

Wen Yisheng choked on her own saliva as she listened.

What, what is this, a first face?

She only knows about first kiss and first time, but how come there's such a thing as first face?

Her adopted brother is so innocent!

Wen Yisheng smiled awkwardly, raising her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead: "Okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken your...first face!"

"Tell me, what do you want in return for your forgiveness?"

The air was silent for three seconds.

Wen Zhi suddenly burst out laughing, a laugh that showed his teeth, he was really happy.

...Huh? Wen Yisheng was stunned.

Wen Zhi said, "Ah Sheng, you don't really believe what I said about 'first face,' do you? I've already said it, no boy is innocent. How could he feel wronged just because someone touched his face?"

Wen Yisheng was speechless, unsure what to say.

Wen Zhi tilted his head to look at her, and said earnestly, "Ah Sheng, you are too naive. You will be taken advantage of in the future. I'm really worried about you, you know?"

"boring."

"childish."

"I don't need you to worry about me!" Wen Yisheng felt she had been tricked and was a little annoyed, so she ran back to her room.

Fanxing had class the next morning.

Wen Yisheng came out carrying a backpack, and the cool uncle had already parked his car and was waiting at the villa entrance.

Before even getting on the bus, I saw Wen Zhi sitting in the back through the window halfway through the journey.

"Hmph." Wen Yisheng gripped the shoulder strap, looking quite obedient, but with a bit of a temper.

Ignoring Wen Zhi, he walked towards the passenger seat.

Wen Zhi knocked on the car window sill, lifted his eyelids to look at her: "Come here."

Continue to ignore it.

Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow and softened his voice: "Ah Sheng, come here and sit in the back."

Ignore it. Go open the car door.

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes and casually instructed the driver, "Lock the passenger door."

The driver quickly locked the passenger door.

Wen Yisheng tried to pull the car door open, but even with all her might, she couldn't open it.

She knocked on the window, silently asking the cool old man.

The cool uncle adhered to the ironclad rules of the driver profession: unless necessary, he was not allowed to chat with Miss Wen, laugh, look at her, or pay her any attention.

This is the young master's request.

At this moment, the cool uncle glanced at the young master in the back seat with his bright little eyes, giving Wen Yisheng a reminder.

Seeing that she was going to be late for the dance, Wen Yisheng had no choice but to sit in the back.

Wen Zhi looked up at Wen Yisheng, who was sitting at the very edge.

"Am I a germ, and why am I so far away?"

Wen Yisheng shook her head and looked at her phone.

Wen Zhi smiled helplessly: "Are you still angry? I'll apologize to you, okay? I promise I'll never make that kind of joke again."

"I'm sorry, please forgive me? Don't ignore me."

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips and said, "Are you going out on errands?"

This means putting aside past grievances and restoring the relationship.

Wen Zhi moved closer to her: "No."

He looked down at his phone, a smile playing on his lips: "Because I knew that some stingy person would sulk, I waited in the car to apologize to her."

Wen Yisheng blushed, hugged her schoolbag, and turned to look out the window.

She's not stingy. He's just too immature.

Wen Zhi swiped his finger across the screen a few times, then handed over the phone; the page displayed a WeChat QR code.

"Little sister, would you do me the honor of adding me on WeChat?" He smiled, his eyes crinkling.

Wen Yisheng glanced at his QR code.

Suddenly, I developed a wicked sense of humor.

Wen Yisheng said, "Okay, call me 'sister' and I'll give you my WeChat."

Wen Zhi frowned, but his expression was neither impatient nor angry.

His eyes were slightly raised, and there was a meaningful look in his eyes.

It's as if it's saying, "So this is your taste."

Wen Yisheng regretted it as soon as she finished speaking. Her face felt a little hot, and she was about to pick up her phone to scan his WeChat QR code.

Wen Zhi leaned closer, his shoulder gently resting against hers, his eyes lowered, and a dimple appeared on his cheek: "Sister..."

"Okay, you... go back, you're squeezing me," Wen Yisheng shrugged and leaned against the car window.

He kept calling out, and as her eyes darted around, he kept staring: "Sister?"

Wen Yisheng bit her lip, pressed her face against the car window, feeling both embarrassed and wanting to burst out laughing. "Okay, you... stop shouting! Go away!"

If you keep shouting, little Asheng will crawl under the car.

Wen Zhi smoothed her hair and sat her back down. "The school allows cell phones. From now on, let me know on WeChat before you go anywhere."

Why...?

"Have you forgotten about being bullied at training camp?"

Wen Zhi checked the surveillance footage, but no boys left the classroom before the power outage, so she couldn't find the pervert who forcibly kissed her!

WeChat approved.

Wen Yisheng didn't speak, listlessly swiping the screen of her phone.

The entire journey was speechless.

Upon arriving at the mall, Wen Yisheng got out of the car, and Wen Zhi followed her, asking, "Are you scared?"

Wen Yisheng shook her head: "I'm going up now, goodbye."

"You don't need to pick me up at noon. I work part-time at the coffee shop upstairs."

"...Okay, send me a WeChat message before you get off work."

"I'll just take the bus home myself."

"Have you forgotten about the time you were almost kidnapped at the bus stop?"

Wen Yisheng: ...

So, does this mean she'll lose her freedom from now on? Will she have to rely on Wen Zhi for everything?

Wen Yisheng felt a little unwell.