The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng's feigned smile froze on her face.

Her mind was buzzing, and she wondered if she had just hallucinated or misunderstood something.

What did Wen Zhi say...?

Sorry, but it turns out he was scheming? So he really kissed her on purpose?

When did he arrive? How much of what he heard was overheard? Did he hear her boastful words to Xiang Meng just now?

Xiang Meng's face turned a little awkward. She forced a smile, still not believing it: "Wen Zhi, what are you talking about? You're just too gentle. She was just bragging to me that you kissed her on purpose, it was disgusting. You don't need to take the blame for such a two-faced girl..."

Wen Zhi glanced at her, his faint smile somewhat indifferent, "Don't you understand?"

"My ears are fine. Girls who gossip behind people's backs," Wen Zhi said, glancing indifferently at Xiang Meng and Song Man.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, more like a casual sarcasm: "It's even more disgusting, isn't it?"

"I didn't..." Xiang Meng felt extremely wronged when the boy she liked said that to her.

Wen Zhi's expression showed no anger. He glanced at Song Man and then looked closer at her, noticing a hint of impatience in her eyes.

"Whoever brought them here, take them away immediately."

Song Man felt inexplicably uneasy under their gaze; the person was someone she had brought with her.

Xiang Meng wanted to pursue Wen Zhi and asked her to help her make the connection, so Song Man took her out to play on Lu Zhizhou's birthday.

Unexpectedly, this scene unfolded; she was quite innocent in the end!

Moreover, Wen Zhi is usually a very gentle and refined person, so why is he not giving anyone a way out at all now? It's so scary!

"Mengmeng...it's getting late, why don't you go back first?" Song Man pulled her.

She dared not offend Wen Zhi because of Xiang Meng.

Because there was always a feeling that Wen Zhi wanted to drive her away as well, but only did so for Xie Yu's sake...

Xiang Meng was extremely embarrassed and couldn't stay still any longer. With red eyes, she ran away.

Song Man was still a little embarrassed. She forced an apologetic smile at Wen Yisheng and turned back to the private room.

The KTV was very soundproof; once they left, the surroundings fell silent.

Wen Yisheng didn't know why she also wanted to run away.

Before she could run away, her wrist was grabbed, and the warmth of his body enveloped her skin.

Wen Zhi looked at her leisurely, a smile spreading across his eyes: "Where do you want to go? I didn't ask you to leave."

Wen Yisheng's eyelashes fluttered, and she shook him off as if struck by lightning: "Let go of me..."

The reaction was quite strong.

Wen Zhi immediately released his palms, raised his hands to the sides of his head, tilted his head to look at her, and smiled innocently.

Wen Yisheng was taken aback; it seemed she was making a fuss over nothing.

"Wen Zhi..." She paused for three seconds before hesitating to speak.

"Hmm?" Wen Zhi lowered his eyes, his light-colored eyes fixed on her. "Is there anything you want to ask?"

Wen Yisheng hesitated for a long time, her ears turning red, and looked up at him: "Why did you lean over when we were playing the game..."

"I clearly said I conceded defeat," she still asked.

Wen Zhi tilted his head slightly, pursed his lips, and stared at the ceiling.

His clear eyes darted around, as if he were deep in thought.

"So, why is that... um..."

He murmured softly, thinking for several seconds.

Wen Yisheng stared intently at his finely sculpted jawline.

Wen Zhi suddenly looked down at her, his eyes fixed on her.

Their eyes met, and Wen Yisheng, startled, abruptly turned her face away to look at the floor.

Her heart pounded, her nerves on edge from his sudden outburst.

Then I heard him ask with a sly smile, "Guess?"

Wen Yisheng: "..." I bet you're a damn old man! (Censored version of fairy swear words) (Censored version invalid.)

"You," Wen Yisheng gritted her teeth, with a hint of self-deception, "didn't you... hear me clearly that I said I was admitting defeat, that's why you came closer."

She had never forgotten the handwriting in the notebook and the nightmare.

She would never date or fall in love with Wen Zhi, because in her dream, she was strictly controlled by a boy.

As long as she doesn't date Wen Zhi, everything will be fine, right?

That makes some sense, but unfortunately.

What Wen Yisheng doesn't know yet is that the boy in front of her... is not a normal person in her mind at all.

Wen Yisheng's eyelashes trembled as she looked at the ground, her fingers clenching tightly. "Yes, right?"

Wen Zhi looked down at her, smiled, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Perhaps, that's how it is."

An ambiguous answer is truly unsettling.

Wen Yisheng's throat went dry, and she was somewhat at a loss. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Brother Zhi, I really consider you my brother, and... there's something I think I can tell you."

Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow: "Speak."

"I actually had a crush on a boy a long time ago. He was a very good friend of mine in Huai City. Because we were still young, we couldn't date too early and it would interfere with our studies, so we made a promise that we would work in the same city after graduation..."

Wen Yisheng's voice grew softer and softer as she spoke: "I really like him, the kind of liking that makes me... unable to live without him in the future."

After she finished speaking, the surroundings were completely silent.

Wen Yisheng suddenly felt the air was oppressive, as if she was suffocating, whether it was her imagination or not.

She looked up.

Wen Zhi remained calm and composed, his expression unreadable, his brows still gentle and harmless, as if he didn't care.

"Oh, that's good."

He maintained a gentle smile, but it concealed a hint of gritted teeth: "However, Ah Sheng has... quite a few brothers."

~

It was already 10 p.m. when I got back to the Wen family home.

After finishing her milk, Wen Yisheng lay in bed, her thoughts still a bit jumbled.

However, she thought that since she had already said those things, even if Wen Zhi really had other feelings for her, he would gradually let go of them.

After all, he's so outstanding, and there are many equally outstanding young women around him.

Thinking this way, Wen Yisheng calmed down a lot, and sleepiness came over her, her upper eyelids slowly drooping down.

Wen Yisheng vaguely thought that milk probably really does have a sleep-inducing effect; every time she drank milk, she slept soundly and had sweet dreams.

I just wish I could stop dreaming about that naughty dog ​​named Zhizhi...

At midnight, the sound of a key peg turning could be heard.

The tall, slender boy walked out of the darkness to the bedside, picked up the phone on her table, and unlocked it.

The phone emitted a dim light, illuminating the boy's cold and gloomy face.

Wen Zhi went through every single text message, WeChat, QQ, phone book, and all the software that could be used to contact people.

About twenty minutes later, he turned off his phone and rubbed his temples wearily.

He took a deep breath. He glanced at Wen Yisheng, who was fast asleep on the bed, breathing evenly.

Wen Zhi bent down and carefully examined her sleeping face, his fingertips gently tracing her features, his eyes filled with extreme infatuation and attachment.

"Ah Sheng, you're lying to me, aren't you...?"

"What do you know about saying 'I like him so much I can't live without him'? It breaks my heart like it's shattered into dumpling filling."

"If you said that to me, I would be so happy I'd go crazy."

He stroked her soft cheek and pinched it deliberately. "Why don't you like me? What have I done to displease you?"

He gently poked her face with his finger, like a naughty child venting his frustration because he couldn't get candy: "What went wrong? Tell me, tell me, tell me."

Wen Zhi gave a soft, displeased hum.

He embraced her, buried his face in her neck, and kissed her deeply.

Only this extreme intimacy could soothe the possessiveness and anxiety that constantly churned within him.

He let out a satisfied sigh.