The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Zhi walked over and sat down next to Wen Yisheng. The two sat at the end of the sofa.

The clean, fresh scent of soap wafted from the corner of his clothes, along with the warmth of his body pressed against her inner thigh. Wen Yisheng shifted her buttocks uncomfortably to the side.

It's a bit crowded.

Wen Zhi loosely wrapped his arm around her waist, tilted his head slightly, and chuckled, "If you move any further, you'll fall."

Wen Yisheng placed her hands on her knees, feeling a sudden pang of panic, and tightened her legs: "No."

The long-haired girl who had served food to Wen Zhi at the table earlier looked disappointed, because she had been sitting with Wen Zhi, but Lu Zhizhou's arrangement meant that someone else was sitting next to her.

Catching the note with his mouth—what an intimate opportunity for contact…

She might even accidentally kiss him, so of course she wanted to sit with Wen Zhi!

Lu Zhizhou arranged the seats, sat down next to Wen Zhi, and Ye Hehua was to his left.

Games start.

The person at the head of the sofa holds a piece of paper and passes it to the next person, who then tears the paper open with their mouth. The paper is then passed back to the next person, and so on clockwise until it reaches the last person on the sofa. Whoever breaks the paper loses and has to drink.

Actually, the note was quite large, so it was easy to pass it around at first.

But as the paper was passed around, it was torn smaller and smaller. By the time Xie Yu passed it to Ye Hehua, the two of them had to breathe close together to catch it.

"Holy crap, isn't that the country bumpkin who packed his luggage in a snakeskin bag during military training?"

"Yeah, why did Brother Zhou invite her out to play?"

Someone whispered sarcastically, seeing her and Xie Yu passing notes so close together and clapping and making a fuss, they were just having fun with the thrill!

Song Man's expression turned a little strange. Why was it her again? During the last military training combat exercise, Xie Yu abandoned her to save this curly-haired girl.

"Damn it, what are you yelling about? It's just a game." Lu Zhizhou glanced at the two of them pressed tightly together and suddenly felt annoyed.

However, he stopped being annoyed when Ye Hehua turned around and passed him the note.

Lu Zhizhou slowly approached, his heart pounding like a drum, and took the piece of paper between Ye Hehua's lips.

The paper is now very small.

Lu Zhizhou turned to face Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi: "..."

Damn, what's with that disgusted look you're giving me, like I'm looking at a pile of shit?!

Wen Zhi appears polite, gentle, and good-tempered to everyone.

But he's a germaphobe. He always carries disinfectant wipes with him.

Lu Zhizhou knew. Then he had a wicked idea and deliberately raised his eyebrows at Wen Zhi with a sly look while holding a piece of paper in his mouth.

It's like saying: "Hey sir, come in and have some fun!"

Wen Zhi: "..."

Lu Zhizhou thought to himself, "This guy probably really can't bring himself to do it, so this game will end with him."

But he clearly underestimated Wen Zhi's patience.

Wen Zhi walked right over and picked up the piece of paper. He was incredibly calm.

As he approached, Lu Zhizhou couldn't help but feel his heart race. This guy was truly a pervert, but he was also incredibly handsome. No wonder so many young girls were deceived by his appearance.

"Pfft, hahaha, holy crap, that's amazing! My eyes!!"

"You two are really shameless. You won't admit defeat even now, and you almost kissed."

A boy was laughing loudly, pounding the sofa, and rubbing the goosebumps on his arms.

They're all a bunch of straight, hardcore guys who can't stand this.

The girl looked at them with inexplicable excitement, her eyes seemed to be shining, and the corners of her mouth were turned up in a crazy smile.

"Wow," even Wen Yisheng, who was watching the show from behind, was shocked.

He let out a gasp of surprise.

Completely forgetting that she was the next one to receive the note!

Wen Zhi held a small piece of paper between his lips and turned to face Wen Yisheng; the paper was too small.

For them to catch each other, their lips must touch!

The private room was dimly lit with alternating red and blue lights, and the music was lively, creating a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

When Wen Yisheng came to her senses, she found that everyone was looking at her.

Her brain short-circuited for a moment.

Wen Zhi leaned closer to Wen Yisheng, one hand propped on the sofa, chin slightly tilted back, a small piece of paper between his thin lips.

Wen Yisheng snapped out of her daze and looked at Wen Zhi.

He met her eyes with a calm expression; his eyes, beneath her soft bangs, were deep and gentle.

His focused gaze was almost bewitching; his eyes curved into a captivating smile.

Wen Zhi gently pushed out a small piece of paper with the tip of his tongue and moved a few steps closer to her.

They're waiting for her to make a move to catch the paper.

Everyone turned to look at Wen Yisheng and Wen Zhi, who were sitting at the end of the sofa.

Among them, Lu Zhizhou was the most excited, leaning on Wen Zhi's shoulder and clenching his fist secretly, just like a CP fan leader.

Go!

on!

Little Asheng, let's get this guy wild!

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips, glanced at the small piece of paper, and hesitated for a long time.

Too small. I can't catch it, absolutely not, I can't catch it!

"If you don't accept, you lose! You have to drink!" someone said.

The gazes of those around her were like lightning bolts, and Wen Yisheng couldn't withstand them.

Wen Yisheng shook her head, shifting her gaze from Wen Zhi to the drinks on the table.

She leaned back slightly, choosing to concede: "I'll just... drink!"

No sooner had she spoken than Wen Zhi leaned in without warning, his lips, still holding a piece of paper, pressed against hers.

Their lips were only a millimeter apart! They would touch if they moved even slightly!

Wen Yisheng and Xing'er's eyes widened. When Wen Zhi's face approached, she couldn't tell whether she was frightened or what, and she froze completely.

She... clearly said she was willing to drink and admit defeat... didn't she hear that?

Since things have already come to this, you might as well try to accept the note.

Hearing this, Yi Sheng's heart inevitably raced.

She lowered her eyes, slightly parted her lips, and with difficulty, touched the small piece of paper with the corner of her lips.

Wen remained motionless; if the game were ignored, the two would appear to be kissing.

And it was the girl who took the initiative.

Wen Yisheng was quite anxious, tilting her head back and forth to find the right angle, carefully trying to catch the piece of paper. But no matter what she did, she couldn't catch the paper without touching his mouth!

Wen Yisheng couldn't do it and wanted to back down, but had no choice but to give up: "I... um."

Wen Zhi suddenly picked up the coat he had taken off from the sofa and used it to shield himself and Wen Yisheng from the outside noise and gaze!

Then, her voice was blocked back in her throat.

Beneath his coat, Wen Zhi gently lifted her chin, tilted his head slightly, and leaned closer, their lips almost touching.

"..."

numb.

Wen Yisheng went completely numb, the numbness spreading from her spine to her limbs.

My head is buzzing. Is she dreaming or hallucinating?

What was that soft, warm thing that was pressed against her lips?

The coat cast a shadow, and the view was pitch black, but the tip of my nose was filled with the warm breath of his clean, soapy scent.

He hooked his finger under her chin.

He touched the piece of paper with the tip of his tongue and passed it to her.

Afterwards, Wen Zhi slowly distanced himself from her, put down his coat, and said to her without changing his expression, "The note has been passed on."

There was a three-second silence in the private room.

All eyes were on Wen Yisheng.

The little girl lowered her head slightly, with a small piece of paper in her mouth, and it was indeed passed on.

But what kind of beastly thing happened under that coat just now?!

"Why are you covering it up with your jacket? What mischief are you up to that you don't want us to see?" one of the boys couldn't help but ask.

Wen Zhi's expression remained calm. "No, we were passing notes."

The boys exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.

The relationship between the two is clearly unusual.

"I should pass the note to me..." the boy sitting at the very front of the sofa suddenly said.

This game is considered a complete round only when the last person passes the piece of paper back to the first person.

Wen Yisheng stood up with a piece of paper in her mouth, without glancing at Wen Zhi. Naturally, she also didn't take the drink from his hand.

She walked up to the boy and asked him to take it.

Faced with such a beautiful girl, the boy blushed slightly: "Then I'll begin..."

Wen Zhi sat in place, quietly watching them.