The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Those sounds were distant and indistinct.

Wen Yisheng stood outside the door, as if she could see the shadows of a man and a woman who had lived in this luxurious house.

They embraced, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears, and shared passionate, uninhibited kisses, just like a couple deeply in love.

After regaining her senses, Wen Yisheng looked at Wen Zhi, momentarily dazed.

"Ah Sheng, what are you doing standing outside the door? Come in." The boy's voice was pleasant, and his eyes beneath his bangs were deep and gentle. When his eyes curved, he was completely non-aggressive.

Wen Yisheng suddenly felt timid.

Instead of advancing, they took a step back.

The events of tonight were so frightening that Wen Yisheng's nerves were on edge for a long time, and she could hardly distinguish reality from fiction.

Was that just... a hallucination?

Whose voices are those?

"Wen Zhi, I...I'm so sorry to have troubled you to take me there in the middle of the night!"

Wen Yisheng stepped back a few meters from the front door, looking somewhat lost and uneasy, and lowered her head: "I think I'll stay here instead."

The air fell silent for a few seconds.

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, and the smile on his lips slowly faded and became shallower.

"What's wrong? We're already at the door." He asked, puzzled and innocent.

Wen Zhi casually placed her luggage in the entryway of the room, his tone still gentle, yet strangely unsettling.

"It's fine if you don't stay here, but look, it's almost midnight now. I'm not made of iron, I get tired and sleepy. Why don't you stay here for the night?"

"Please don't leave tonight, okay?"

Wen Yisheng bit her lip, remained silent for a few seconds, and her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly.

He shook his head slightly.

"Ah Sheng, stop fooling around."

Wen Zhi spoke with a smile, like an older brother facing a mischievous younger sister, as he slowly walked towards Wen Yisheng.

"Come here, stay one night and I'll take you away first thing tomorrow morning, really, come here."

Wen Zhi approached her step by step, and Wen Yisheng's heart suddenly pounded. An uneasy feeling spread through her heart, and her nerves became highly tense.

She kept backing away, backing away.

She didn't know why she was afraid. Perhaps it was because the space was too quiet. Looking at Wen Zhi's smiling and gentle face, Wen Yisheng broke out in a cold sweat!

"Ah Sheng..."

Wen Yisheng ignored him and turned to leave! She didn't even have time to grab her luggage from the room!

The building has one apartment per floor. Without looking back, Wen Yisheng ran to the elevator and pressed the down arrow button with trembling little hands.

It was late at night, and the elevator was empty and stopped on this floor, so she didn't have to wait and got on the elevator directly.

Wen Yisheng's heart was pounding. She just wanted to leave, to get out of here immediately. Her palms were sweating with anxiety.

Time passed second by second.

Wen Zhi wasn't surprised by her unusual behavior and watched her run into the elevator with a blank expression.

He continued walking at a steady pace, calmly meeting her gaze.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, and Wen Zhi hadn't come over yet, Wen Yisheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

Just seconds before the elevator doors were about to close...

A pale, bony hand suddenly reached into the elevator and blocked it!

Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat; she was so frightened that she forgot to breathe!

She hurriedly pressed the elevator door open button!

Fortunately, the elevator opened, and Wen Zhi walked in calmly.

Wen Yisheng breathed a sigh of relief, but her face darkened. "What are you doing! Do you know how dangerous it is to block the elevator with your hand!"

Wen Zhi exuded a chilling calm: "Then why did you suddenly run away? Did I do something to you?"

The elevator was cramped, and Wen Zhi was tall, so Wen Yisheng felt uneasy being stared at by him.

The oppressive aura emanating from him enveloped her menacingly.

Wen Yisheng leaned against the cold metal wall, her small face pale and sickly: "I... just... don't want to live here."

Wen Zhi frowned, grasped her slender, icy wrist, and asked in surprise, "Ah Sheng's body is trembling. Are you afraid of me?"

Wen Yisheng shook her head.

She struggled, her body trembling.

"Let me go."

Wen Zhi looked down at her, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, and after a long while, he sighed softly.

We're already at our doorstep, so what went wrong?

Wen Zhi curled his lips in slight frustration.

"Ah Sheng..."

He called out to her, sounding rather annoyed and a little irritated.

Wen Yisheng was taken aback, looked up at him, and met his extremely cold, pale eyes.

Wen Zhi raised his hand, his slender, bony fingers waving gently in front of her eyes.

The crisp snap of fingers was exceptionally clear in the quiet space.

He bent down, his lips close to her ear, his voice low and seductive:

"Go to sleep. You're just too tired and need to rest. You'll feel better after a good night's sleep."

Wen Yisheng froze, as if the voice could penetrate straight into her mind and control her consciousness.

Her eyes gradually became unfocused, and then her consciousness faded into a hazy state.

Wen Zhi put his arm around her shoulder, his brows furrowed and his eyes dark, and pulled her into his arms. The girl's head slumped limply on his shoulder as she fell into a deep sleep.

~

When Wen Yisheng woke up, all she saw when she opened her eyes was blinding white.

She rubbed her eyes uncomfortably.

Before her eyes was a beautifully decorated but unfamiliar bedroom. She was lying on a soft, large bed, with a few rays of sunlight filtering through the tightly closed floor-length curtains and shining directly into her eyes.

She glanced at her watch; it was already noon!

Wen Yisheng lifted the covers and got out of bed, only to find that she was still wearing yesterday's clothes, with a pair of bunny slippers placed beside the bed.

When she was very young, Wen Yan's father sewed her a little rabbit doll. The doll was very old, but she kept it and placed it on her desk when she lived at the Wen family's house.

Therefore, Wen Yisheng has loved rabbits since she was a child. Her pen is a rabbit, her phone case is a rabbit, and her backpack charm is a rabbit.

Who prepared these bunny slippers?

However, it's probably just a coincidence.

Wen Yisheng walked out of the bedroom and looked around the beautiful house in a daze.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, she smelled a strong aroma of food.

Crispy fried pork belly! Tomato and sliced ​​beef!

The house is really big, with separate living room and dining room separated by a corridor, but Wen Yisheng easily found the direction of the kitchen by smelling the aroma of food.

A tall, thin boy stood in front of the kitchen counter.

He was wearing a beige sweater and trousers, and was tall and slender. He also wore a black apron tied in a knot at the back of his waist.

Wen Yisheng froze. It was her father. No, it was Wen Zhi…

Last night? What happened last night? She left the Wen family home, and then… uh… her thoughts were all jumbled up.

Hearing the noise, Wen Zhi glanced at her and said gently, "Awake? Are you hungry? Dinner will be ready soon."

Even when he's wearing an apron and cooking at the counter, he's so refined. He raises his hand, stirs the food, and his movements are elegant and fluid.

"How...did I get here?"

Wen Yisheng vaguely remembered that she didn't want to enter the house. She seemed to have run into the elevator, and Wen Zhi chased after her. She also seemed to have heard some sounds. She actually remembered all of this.

Her memories were fragmented, and the timeline was completely messed up, so she couldn't distinguish what was real.

Wen Zhi turned off the gas stove and ladled the stir-fried dish into an elegant small plate.

"Don't you remember?" He washed his hands, took off his apron, and looked at Wen Yisheng.

"Last night, you started making a fuss about leaving as soon as you got to the door, saying," Wen Zhi lowered his eyes and said calmly, "that the house wasn't clean, you were scared, and you didn't want to stay here."

Wen Yisheng tried hard to sort through her chaotic memories. "It seems like that...?"

But something just feels off, though I can't quite put my finger on it.

"You were in a bad state last night. I was worried that you might run around and get into trouble, so I chased after you. But you fainted in the elevator. The doctor said that you were anemic and were also frightened, which caused you to faint."

Wen Zhi walked to the dining table and arranged the dishes neatly. "I don't know why you said this place is unclean."

"But I suspect that yesterday's events made you so nervous and frightened that you started hallucinating."

He patiently guided and persuaded him.

Wen Zhi is not a god. He does know hypnosis, but he does not have the extraordinary ability to erase people's memories.

Last night, Wen Yisheng's nerves were on edge. He used her confused and chaotic memories to subtly guide her thoughts in another direction.

It made her completely unable to distinguish between reality and illusion last night.

That's enough.

Wen Yisheng was indeed led astray by his words, a hint of confusion flashing in her clear almond-shaped eyes.

"Didn't you hear anything last night?" She touched her rumbling stomach.

I'm hungry.

Wen Zhi paused for a moment, then asked seemingly casually, "Is it a sound?"

What's that sound?

Could that be the reason he always makes mistakes at crucial moments?