He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Fu Yanchen slowly clenched the plush toy in his hand, the soft fabric slightly deformed by his fingertips.

After a long while, he finally took a step and silently walked back to his car.

The moment I opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, all tenderness shattered completely.

"boom--"

A dull thud exploded in the cramped carriage.

Fu Yanchen raised his hand and slammed his fist into the steering wheel without holding back, his knuckles turning red, carrying a long-suppressed ferocity.

The warmth in his eyes completely vanished, leaving only a deep chill and resentment.

"Wen Zhaoci, you're quite something."

He spoke in a low voice, his usual gentleness gone, replaced by a hoarse coldness, each word laced with anger: "Such a simple-minded little sister, you tricked her with just a few words and she softened her heart. You've certainly got a good grasp of the game."

The more I think about it, the angrier I get at Wen Zhaoci's scheming.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his sister was really being naughty and disobedient.

He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

She murmured softly, "Wrong, wrong, it shouldn't be like this."

With a hard press of the accelerator, the black sedan accelerated instantly, speeding out of the school gate and disappearing into the twilight.

……

the other side.

Sang Jiuning followed Wen Zhaoci back to the apartment. Before Sang Jiuning could react, a handsome shadow completely enveloped her.

Wen Zhaoci gently held her slender lower back with one hand, the warmth of his palm soothing her skin through the thin fabric, carrying an irresistible gentle strength.

The next second, a kiss carrying the boy's cool, snowy scent suddenly landed.

Unlike the gentle touches of the past, this kiss carried a hint of suppressed tenderness and urgency, as if soothing all her little emotions, or as if savoring the sweetness that belonged only to her.

The boy's kisses were delicate, tender yet forceful, lingering and caressing her lips, carrying a burning heat that gradually stole her breath.

Sang Jiuning's limbs gradually went weak, as if all her strength had been drained away, and her originally tense body involuntarily relaxed.

The ambiguous atmosphere continued to heat up. As their breaths mingled, Wen Zhaoci took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and gently backed away step by step.

With a slight rustling sound of fabric, the soft mattress gently sank in.

Before Sang Jiuning could react, he had already firmly pinned her down on the soft bed.

In the dim, gentle light, Wen Zhaoci leaned against her, his broad shoulders encircling her firmly in his own little world. His eyes were slightly lowered, his thick, long eyelashes drooping, concealing the deep affection and possessiveness surging within them.

The kissing continued, tender yet intensely affectionate.

After an unknown amount of time, until both of them were breathing heavily and their chests were rising and falling with rapid, warm breaths, Wen Zhaoci slowly stopped.

He slightly raised himself, his forehead gently touching hers, his hot breath falling on Sang Jiu Ning's flushed cheeks. His voice, husky and tender from the kiss, was so gentle it could drown a person: "Baby, don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Sang Jiuning lay flat on the bed, her eyes slightly red, her long eyelashes trembling wetly.

Her lips were kissed until they were red and swollen, glistening with a faint sheen, making them look exceptionally alluring.

She gently pursed her swollen lips, her voice soft, tinged with a hint of coquettish complaint, barely audible: "Wen Zhaoci, you... you're not allowed to act like a hooligan anymore."

Looking at her blushing ears, her obedient and soft demeanor tinged with a hint of grievance, Wen Zhaoci's eyes instantly filled with a deep smile, his profound gaze brimming with doting affection.

He was always aloof and restrained, but when it came to Sang Jiuning, he never had any bottom line or restraint.

He lowered his head, his nose gently brushing against her reddened nose, his tone both gentle and domineering, carrying a hint of self-righteousness: "We are an open and aboveboard boyfriend and girlfriend."

"If I don't act like a scoundrel towards my baby, who else can I act like?"

He paused slightly, his fingertips gently caressing her delicate, soft cheek. His voice was low, husky with a hint of ambiguity, carrying a deliberate seduction: "Besides, baby, this is just the beginning. Later, we'll do even more intimate and tender things."

The boy's voice was deep and magnetic, each word falling into the ear like a feather gently scratching the eardrum, making one's heart tremble with a ticklish sensation.

Sang Jiuning's mind completely went blank at this moment.

Without thinking, purely out of subconscious curiosity, her soft, sweet voice, still slightly breathless, blurted out, "What more intimate thing?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the ambiguous atmosphere in the air suddenly intensified several times over.

The smile in Wen Zhaoci's eyes deepened instantly, a surge of intense emotion welling up within them, tinged with knowing mockery and a strong sense of possessiveness.

He stared intently at the innocent and soft-spoken girl beneath him, his heart softening at her cluelessness, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

He leaned down slightly, his lips brushing against her flushed earlobe, his voice husky and tender, utterly seductive: "Baby, do you want to know now?"

This question, tinged with ambiguity and tension, sent a jolt through Sang Jiuning's body like an electric current.

His slow-witted brain finally caught on instantly to the deeper meaning hidden in his words!

A surge of shyness instantly swept over her entire body, and Sang Jiuning's face flushed red from her cheeks to her neck, even her fair neck was tinged with crimson. She hurriedly turned her head away, not daring to look into his deep, burning eyes, her long eyelashes trembling rapidly like a startled butterfly.

"You...you're being a pervert again!"

She was both angry and ashamed, her voice soft and weak, devoid of any strength to reprimand, only filled with embarrassment.

Feeling both annoyed and helpless, she secretly regretted being so stupid to ask such a question, giving this person a chance to tease her.

Seeing her flustered, shy, and helpless appearance, Wen Zhaoci's emotions overflowed completely, and he could no longer restrain himself.

He didn't make any more jokes; his low laughter was muffled in his chest, gentle yet burning.

The next moment, he leaned down slightly, his warm movements slow and gentle.

Wen Zhaoci ate the steamed bun with great relish, biting and munching away.

Sang Jiuning froze instantly, completely stunned on the bed, her mind went blank, and she even forgot to breathe.

The delicate touch was both gentle and burning hot, carrying Wen Zhaoci's unique scent, enveloping her layer upon layer.

Time flowed slowly by, and only the increasingly rapid breathing of the two people remained in the quiet apartment, clear yet tender.

After a long while, Wen Zhaoci finally stopped moving slightly, buried his face in front of her, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, his hot breath spraying onto her delicate skin, his voice muffled, carrying a suppressed hoarseness and deep grievance: "Baby, I feel uncomfortable again."

"Could you... help me again?"