The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng's application to live at school was not approved, so she had to put aside her idea of ​​moving out of the Wen family home for the time being.

The two walked under the dim streetlights, their backpacks on their backs. At this hour, most of the students had already left. So Wen Yisheng didn't deliberately avoid walking with Wen Zhi anymore.

Looking at the road ahead, Wen Zhi asked in a low voice, "Why don't you want to live at home anymore? After Yi Han was reprimanded by his father, he won't dare to have bad intentions towards you anymore, and I won't let him bully you either."

"Or is it because you encountered other unhappy things at home that you want to live at school?"

The daytime heat and noise subsided, a cool evening breeze caressed the face, and the sycamore trees on both sides of the road cast lush shadows, their leaves swaying in the breeze.

The whole campus became quite quiet.

Wen Yisheng looked down at her toes, her curled eyelashes fluttering gently, her face expressionless, and she didn't answer him.

"Climbing into Uncle Wen's bed?" That's what Aunt Jiang's daughter said about her.

Although Wen Yisheng seemed nonchalant and retorted without a care, Wen Yunqing's sarcastic words were still etched in her mind and wouldn't go away.

Why tell Wen Zhi?

Wen Yunqing is his blood-related younger sister. Although she and Wen Zhi seem close, she is ultimately just an outsider.

In fact, she couldn't help but have a little fantasy: if she and Wen Yunqing got into a fight, whose side would Wen Zhi take?

Wen Yisheng was amused by her own naive thoughts.

He was definitely siding with his younger sister, which was understandable, and she didn't want to put Wen Zhi in a difficult position.

Seeing that she was quiet, Wen Zhi turned his head to look at her, "Asheng, can you tell your brother what's wrong? Don't keep it to yourself."

He paused for a moment, then said in a gentle and earnest voice, "Brother will always be on your side. If you need anything, just tell me and maybe I can help. Brother's help is unconditional."

Wen Yisheng looked up, smiled at him with her eyes crinkled, and shook her head.

Her small face was porcelain white and translucent under the light.

"No, I just think it would be more convenient to go to and from school if I stayed at the dormitory."

Wen Zhi's eyes darkened: "Is that really all there is to it?"

"Um."

The two left the school and got into the Wen family's car.

Wen Zhi's gaze turned cold for a moment, his eyelids drooped, he licked his lips, and didn't ask any further questions.

Well, it seems it's not the right time yet.

He knew perfectly well why she wanted to live at school; it wasn't pleasant to be a dependent and suffer the hostess's disdain.

Wen Zhi originally intended to take this opportunity to suggest that A Sheng leave the Wen family and move into the house he had prepared for her.

but……

Clearly, she doesn't rely on herself enough.

Perhaps in her heart, that old man Wen Congnan held a much higher position than him, otherwise Wen Yisheng would never have been able to stay in the Wen family for even a moment longer.

After all, the little girl looks well-behaved and quiet, but she has a strong inner resilience.

Last time I was bullied, I poked someone in the face with a mop. The kitten got all puffed up and its scratches really hurt.

Sigh, it won't work. Jiang Ling and her three children are useless; they're simply no good.

It seems the key lies with Wen Congnan.

Only by making Ah Sheng completely disappointed in Wen Congnan, or even antagonistic and disgusted with him, can we achieve this.

In this way, the only person Wen Yisheng could rely on, the most important person in her heart, was Wen Zhi herself.

~

Wen Yisheng finished all the homework assigned by her teachers during evening study sessions.

After returning to the Wen family home at 9:50 and having dinner, it was already 10:30 when I washed up and went to bed. Wen Yisheng was still awake, sitting at her desk by the French windows writing something; she had a habit of taking notes before bed.

Knock knock, someone is knocking on the door.

A soft, pleasant male voice followed: "Are you asleep?"

Wen Yisheng responded, still holding the pen in her hand, and went to open the door.

Outside the door, Wen Zhi was wearing black loungewear, his short hair half-wet and hanging down in front of his forehead, giving him a casual and lazy good look.

—Holding a glass of milk in his hand.

Wen Zhi glanced at the pen in her hand and teased, "So focused, still studying problems in the middle of the night? Looks like your promise to catch up with me isn't just empty talk."

Wen Yisheng put her hands behind her back and smiled sheepishly, "It wasn't that serious."

She had developed good hygiene habits since childhood, and she never left her personal clothes lying around. Her room was very clean and tidy, so she invited Wen Zhi in to sit down.

"The milk is warm. Drinking a glass before bed will help you sleep," Wen Zhi said as he entered the room without looking around. He handed her the milk.

"Oh, thank you, but you don't need to go to that trouble next time."

Wen Yisheng carefully took it with both hands, took a small sip, and found it to be quite delicious with its rich milky flavor.

"Do you like the taste?"

Wen Zhi's eyes held a hint of doting affection as he handed her a tissue.

"It tastes good."

Wen Zhi said, "I'm glad you like it. Give me the cup when you're done drinking, I'll go downstairs to collect it."

"Go back and rest. I'll take the cup to the restaurant myself later."

Wen Zhi smiled, ignoring her words, and simply said, "Be good, finish it."

Not wanting to disturb his rest, Wen Yisheng held the cup and drank it down in one gulp, leaving a milky white mark on her upper lip.

She didn't notice Wen Zhi's obscure and lustful gaze, and lowered her eyes to wipe away the milk stains with a tissue.

"Good night."

Wen Zhi put away the cup and left the room. Before closing the door, the two said goodnight to each other, like close siblings.

After closing the door, Wen Yisheng ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth again.

Behind the door, the boy had a smirk on his lips and his eyelids drooping as he looked at the cup in his hand, his smile gloomy and twisted.