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

"Don't go."

Wen Zhaoci, who had been quiet and well-behaved all along, suddenly lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes drooping down, obscuring all the light in her eyes, and the gentle aura around her instantly dimmed.

He raised his hand and gently tugged at the hem of her dress. His fingertips were slightly cool, and his touch was light, a careful attempt to hold her back. He dared not use force, for fear of displeasing her.

The boy's voice was low and muffled, carrying a perfectly balanced hint of grievance and softness, like that of an abandoned child, brimming with dependence: "Baby, will you stay with me?"

Sang Jiuning's eyes softened, and her tone was soothing: "Listen to me, I'll go back to school tonight and come over first thing tomorrow morning to stay with you all day and apply your medicine on time."

But even after he finished speaking, Wen Zhaoci in front of him did not let go for a long time.

He still gently gripped the hem of her clothes, his fingertips slightly cool, the pressure loose and shallow, carrying a cautiousness that dared not force her in the slightest.

He slowly lowered his head, his dark eyes drooping, staring intently at the whip marks on his forearm. His deep, hoarse voice slowly rose, carrying an overwhelming sense of loneliness and vulnerability, light yet striking Sang Jiu Ning's heart heavily.

"Nobody cares about me."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and said each word with utter utterance, "I don't want to be alone."

After saying this, Wen Zhaoci slowly raised her head.

Those eyes were filled with a wet, vulnerable, and pitiful look, like a lone beast that had been abandoned for a long time and finally grasped the only light, staring intently at Sang Jiuning.

The loneliness, solitude, and dependence in his eyes were laid bare, without reservation.

Looking at him like this, Sang Jiuning felt her heart soften as if it had been soaked in warm water, feeling both sore and swollen. All the words of refusal were stuck in her throat, and she could no longer say them.

The boy in front of her was so pitiful that it made her heart tremble, and so fragile that she couldn't bear to push him away even slightly.

Sang Jiuning's heart softened completely; all her bottom lines and concerns crumbled instantly, and she nodded gently in agreement: "Okay, I won't leave."

"I'll stay here with you."

Upon hearing these words, Wen Zhaoci's dim eyes suddenly lit up with tiny starlight, and a faint, satisfied smile quietly curved at the corner of her lips.

Wen Zhaoci raised her hand and gently rubbed the wound on her forearm, then said softly, "I'll go rinse it."

Sang Jiuning immediately snapped out of her daze and looked at his wound with concern, frowning as she cautioned, "You still have whip marks on your body. How can you let your open wounds get wet?"

Wen Zhaoci: "I won't rinse it off. I'll just wipe my body with warm water, avoiding the wound. Don't worry, it won't touch it."

"Then you must be very careful," Sang Jiuning repeatedly reminded him, still worried.

Wen Zhaoci obediently agreed and turned to walk into the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed gently, and the soft sound of running water could be heard from inside.

Sang Jiuning sat on the sofa, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing her knees.

After about ten minutes, the sound of water in the bathroom gradually stopped.

With a soft sound of the door opening, Wen Zhaoci came out.

Sang Jiuning subconsciously looked up, and the next second, her pupils widened suddenly, and she froze on the spot.

The boy didn't come out in his pajamas at all.

His tall and slender figure stood under the light, with only a pure white bath towel loosely wrapped around his thin waist and abdomen.

A firm, smooth waistline, clearly defined collarbones, and a clean-textured chest are all exposed to the air, and the abdominal muscle lines that were visible when the medicine was applied are even more clearly and alluring under the warm yellow light.

Drips of water from his damp black hair slid down his sharply defined jawline and onto his shoulders, adding a touch of languid yet alluring wildness.

A clean and refreshing youthful vibe, mixed with a striking sexiness, crashes into the eyes.

"Why aren't you wearing pajamas!"

Sang Jiuning's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, and she instinctively raised her hand to cover her eyes tightly, her fingertips burning slightly.

Foul! Absolutely foul!

The last time she stayed overnight, he always dressed properly in his pajamas before leaving the bathroom, showing proper decorum.

He was so brazen today, it was like he was deliberately trying to get her heart racing!

Sang Jiuning dared not look any longer, fearing she would completely succumb. Her heart was pounding wildly, and she practically fled. She jumped up from the sofa, slipped on her slippers, and rushed into the bathroom, closing the door gently with a "bang."

Only when she leaned against the door did she dare to let go, raising her hand to cover her burning cheeks. Her heart was pounding wildly, almost bursting out of her chest.

Help! Wen Zhaoci's figure is ridiculously beautiful!

It took her a while to calm her disordered breathing before she turned on the shower and quickly started washing up.

After a quick shower, I turned off the showerhead. The bathroom was filled with a warm, misty atmosphere.

It was only then that Sang Jiuning suddenly slapped her forehead, realizing with annoyance that she had run in such a hurry that she hadn't brought her pajamas into the bathroom at all!

The only thing covering her body was a thin bath towel from the bathroom.

Just as she was feeling embarrassed and conflicted, a gentle knock came from outside the door, accompanied by Wen Zhaoci's deep and pleasant voice: "Baby, I guess you didn't bring your pajamas."

His tone carried a faint smile, gentle yet knowing.

Sang Jiuning's cheeks burned even hotter, and she pursed her lips, softly replying, "Mmm..."

The person outside the door was very patient, their voice still gentle: "I've prepared your pajamas, they're right by the door, please open the door and get them."

This set of soft pajamas was the one she wore when she stayed overnight last time. He washed it and put it in the closet.

Sang Jiuning had no choice but to tightly grip the towel on her body and carefully pull open the bathroom door a crack, revealing only half of her flushed face. Her eyes darted away, and she dared not look at the person outside the door.

The door was so narrow that clothes could barely be passed through.

Wen Zhaoci stood quietly outside the door, already dressed in clean, dark, loose pajamas. Her features were gentle and delicate. Holding the pajamas in her hand, she leaned forward slightly and offered them to her through the crack in the door.

The apartment hallway was dimly lit, and his forearm had clean, smooth lines. The faint red whip marks from the healing process were barely visible on his skin, not appearing ferocious, but rather adding a touch of broken tension.

Just as Sang Jiuning reached out to take it, her fingertips about to touch the clothes, Wen Zhaoci gently pushed the clothes forward with her forearm.

It was just a very slight movement.

The space at the narrow bathroom entrance was already cramped. Sang Jiuning was already a little unsteady on the damp non-slip mat under her feet, and the slight force caused her to stumble forward abruptly.

To make matters worse, the corner of the open bathroom door got caught on the only thin bath towel she was wearing.

A soft "hissing" sound.

The bath towel was instantly loosened and spread out by the door, no longer able to cover anything.

A sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over her, causing Sang Jiuning's pupils to shrink sharply, and she uncontrollably leaned backward!