The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng left the deafening private room and went to the restroom. Her mind was still blank, and she desperately needed a quiet space to calm herself down.

Why did Wen Zhi kiss her?

It's just a paper game; if you lose, you lose. Why did he have to pass the paper to her even when he was kissing her?

She clearly stated that she wanted to drink alcohol...

Is he that competitive in games?

Wait, the point isn't the game, the point is he kissed her! Even a quiet girl like Wen Yisheng wanted to swear.

Isn't this just being a scoundrel? Isn't Wen Zhi being a scoundrel?! And to her, his adopted sister!

But unlike that time at the training camp when I was brutally kissed by a perverted boy—overbearing, forceful, wild, and with the smell of tobacco in his mouth—it wasn't a cruel and ruthless act of plunder like some cold-blooded animal.

That was a shadowy first kiss that Wen Yisheng never wanted to recall.

Wen Zhi carried a faint, sweet soapy scent, a clean and comforting aroma, like a gentle and kind herbivore.

His lips were warm and soft, without any aggression, gently touching hers. His school uniform covered her head and vision, and she was enveloped in his alluring and intoxicatingly gentle aura.

Wait, am I reminiscing? And in the bathroom?

"Oh, Daddy!" Wen Yisheng cried out, huddled in the cramped toilet stall, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment.

There was the sound of a toilet flushing outside. Wen Yisheng rubbed her face, her mind a mess, so she decided to stop thinking about it for now. She hadn't actually gone to the toilet at all.

She pushed open the stall door, but before she could even step out, a sound came from the sink outside the restroom.

"That woman is such a good actress. She looks like a well-behaved girl, but I don't know how she hooked up with Lu Zhizhou and the others. Look how much Lu Zhizhou cares about her, calling her 'Sheng Sheng,' like he's trying to curry favor with her, while ignoring us all."

"I'm speechless."

"The most disgusting thing is that she's getting so close to Wen Zhi. They must have kissed under their school uniforms when they were playing the paper game, right? Seriously, if Wen Zhi initiated it, I'm seriously questioning my existence."

Wen Yisheng was stunned and froze while pushing the doorknob.

The person they were talking about was themselves.

If I'm not mistaken, that voice belongs to the long-haired girl who was serving food to Wen Zhi at the dinner table.

After the sound of running water ended, another female voice, tinged with a soft laugh, rang out: "Impossible, Wen Zhi isn't that kind of person."

"It's probably because the paper was too small, and it would inevitably touch her lips when trying to pass it over. Girls are all shy, so Wen Zhi probably covered it with his coat to save her face."

Wen Yisheng recognized the voice; it was Song Man, Xie Yu's girlfriend.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Meng, the long-haired girl, seemed even angrier: "How disgusting! She must know that Wen Zhi is gentle and well-mannered towards girls, and she deliberately tried to kiss him under the guise of the game!"

"Otherwise, even though the paper was so short, I never heard her say she was giving up or admitting defeat! How can she be so scheming!"

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes, listening quietly, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

She said she chose to admit defeat, and she said it twice.

The music was just too loud, so they probably didn't hear it.

Outside, Xiang Meng's tone became increasingly sarcastic and disdainful, with a hint of jealousy: "Also, Wen Zhi kindly brought her a cake just now, and look at how aloof she was, ignoring him completely."

"It's hilarious to watch. Does she really think she's some kind of celestial being? Anyone who didn't know better would think Wen Zhi was fawning over her."

"Alright, don't be angry," Song Man smiled. "Wen Zhi is just good-tempered. He's smart and insightful, and he could never like a scheming girl."

"Manman, Xie Yu and Wen Zhi are getting along so well, you have to help me pursue Wen Zhi..." Xiang Meng said shyly.

Song Man smiled and nodded. The two washed their hands and prepared to return to the private room.

A girl in a school uniform suddenly walked out of the restroom.

The bathroom lighting in the KTV was also dim, with smooth, reflective marble and dim, yellowish lamps placed only on either side of the sink.

The girls in school uniforms looked out of place here.

Song Man and Xiang Meng froze, completely unprepared for Wen Yisheng to be in the restroom. She must have overheard their conversation.

Wen Yisheng didn't look at them. With an indifferent expression, she walked to the sink. Her swan-like neck was fair and long, and her low ponytail made her look serene. Her outstanding temperament, which she had developed from years of dancing, could not be hidden even by her school uniform.

She leaned slightly forward and pulled up the sleeves of her school uniform.

Her wrists were snow-white and slender, and her beautiful hands were being rinsed back and forth in the flowing water.

"Let's go, Manman." Seeing that she didn't speak, Xiang Meng pulled Song Man away.

Wen Yisheng washed her hands clean, looked straight at herself in the mirror, ran her damp hands through her hair, and said softly, "Why did you stop talking? Is it because you only like gossiping behind people's backs?"

Song Man and Xiang Meng were stunned. They exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat unnatural.

Song Man remained silent, but Xiang Meng turned around and snorted at her, "What I said is true, and you won't feel guilty even if you hear it."

Wen Yisheng lightly flicked the water droplets off her hands, glanced at Xiang Meng through the mirror, and smiled, "You like Wen Zhi? And you want to pursue him?"

Xiang Meng choked.

The girl in the mirror was beautiful enough with her bare face: delicate and slender eyebrows, a pert nose, naturally light red lips, and porcelain-white skin without a single blemish.

Her carefully applied makeup didn't even look as good as hers in the mirror! And this person even asked her with a smile, as if mocking her for being a clown!

"I..." Xiang Meng exhaled, then mustered her courage again, "It has nothing to do with you! I know you just used the game as an excuse to kiss Wen Zhi. You look so gentle and quiet, but you have such a thick skin."

Wen Yisheng looked at Xiang Meng in the mirror and said, "Are you jealous? Then go kiss her too."

She paused, then smiled: "But I think if it were your turn to catch the piece of paper from Wen Zhi's mouth, he would rather eat it on the spot than pass it to you."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Meng's face turned pale with anger: "What do you mean? You really think Wen Zhi likes you and only passed you that note? How dare you even think that!"

Wen Yisheng was actually just saying things out of anger.

She disliked arguing with other women over a boy, seeing it as a demeaning, ridiculous, and childish argument, like women fighting over a spouse.

She was kissed out of nowhere and then talked about behind her back, which made her so angry that she said something reckless.

"Then why do you think Wen Zhi still came closer and insisted on passing me the note even after I said I'd concede and drink?"

"Who is it that wants to use the game as an opportunity to kiss me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Xiang Meng got annoyed, and Song Man's expression changed for some reason. She pulled her hand, but Xiang Meng didn't feel it.

"Don't get your hopes up. Wen Zhi is such a pure and innocent guy, he would never play such a trick on a girl! Absolutely not, who do you think you are!"

Wen Yisheng was also puzzled, but showed no fear on her face: "You're asking me here, I don't know either. Why don't you go ask him for the answer?"

"No need to ask."

A soft, pleasant voice suddenly came from over.

Wen Yisheng turned around and looked over in a daze.

In the dimly lit corridor, the light was split in two, and the tall, slender figure of a boy slowly walked out from the shadows.

His gentle and handsome features gradually became clear, and the corners of his lips curved slightly into a faint arc.

"I'm sorry, I did act cunningly this time."