The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The Starry Night Dance Theater is located on the 17th floor of a commercial plaza in the city center. It's noon now, and there are many restaurants and cinemas upstairs. At this time, the elevators are extremely crowded.

Wen Yisheng looked slender and delicate, yet she was the first to squeeze into the elevator, clearly an experienced bus rider. But there were too many people, and she was squeezed into a corner. Wearing thin summer clothes, her skin was pressed against hers, making her extremely uncomfortable.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but the man next to her seemed to be intentionally crowding towards her...

She backed away again and again, finally unable to bear it any longer, glaring at the man, who chuckled lewdly: "What are you looking at? There are so many people here, I didn't do it on purpose."

Wen Yisheng frowned, struggled to take off her backpack, and hugged it to her chest to cover her body. She didn't notice the man reaching out, trying to use the crowded people as cover to touch her thigh.

"Excuse me, let me through." Wen Zhi, who had been deliberately left behind by Wen Yisheng, squeezed through the crowd with an apologetic smile, his clean voice like a clear spring.

He squeezed into the corner of the elevator and stood opposite Wen Yisheng, one arm supporting her head in a protective posture, using his body to shield her from strangers getting too close.

Wen Yisheng looked up and saw Wen Zhi, feeling a little flustered. However, he only glanced down at her and, despite the cramped space, tried his best to keep his distance from her to avoid touching her: "Just bear with it a little longer, we'll be on the first floor soon."

"Hmm..." Wen Yisheng tightened her arms around her schoolbag, lowered her eyes, and said, "Thank you."

Wen Zhi smiled, turned his head and glanced at the lewd man who was trying to take advantage of him. His expression was calm, but it sent a chill down one's spine.

Ding-dong. The elevator sounded a female voice announcing that it had arrived at the thirteenth floor.

The sleazy man looked around uncomfortably, and before even reaching his destination floor, he forced his way out of the elevator. The kid's expression was terrifying, and he was afraid of being taught a lesson.

At the same time, another group of people squeezed into the elevator.

The already cramped space felt like it was about to suffocate. Someone in the elevator yelled, "Don't get on! It's overloaded! People are going to die from being squeezed!"

During peak hours, every trip is incredibly crowded.

boom--

As a group of people jostled and pushed their way in, the immense force pressed against Wen Zhi's back, causing the veins on the back of his fair hand, which was supporting him above the girl's head, to bulge out from the force.

Even though it was so strenuous, she maintained her composure and kept her distance from Wen Yisheng.

—The last person squeezed on.

"Hmm..." Wen Zhi groaned softly, finally unable to withstand the squeezing force, and collapsed against the girl's soft body.

His chin bumped into Wen Yisheng's forehead.

Both of them shuddered in pain, as if they had been electrocuted.

There were too many people, and Wen Zhi couldn't move, so he could only stay close to her like this: "I'm sorry I bumped into you, does it hurt?"

Aside from feeling a little embarrassed, Wen Yisheng was also a bit shy. The two were too close; his cool breath was right above her head, and his faint fragrance surrounded her. She could feel that the boy's chest and arm muscles were quite firm.

Fortunately, I had my backpack in my arms to protect me.

Otherwise, her already small breasts would have been flattened even more by his pressure.

Too close, Wen Yisheng looked up and met the boy's slightly bobbing Adam's apple.

At this distance, her breath must have been completely on him. Wen Yisheng unconsciously held her breath and turned her head to look elsewhere: "It hurt a little when I bumped into him, but it doesn't hurt anymore."

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes and could see the fine downy hairs on her fair face.

Her little face is so pink and white, isn't she adorable?

"That's good. The elevator is too crowded. I'll probably have to stay in this position pressed against you for about half a minute," Wen Zhi said with a hint of helplessness. "Will Sister Asheng be angry?"

Wen Yisheng gently shook her head. She wasn't being unreasonable: "It's okay, it's just too crowded."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhi pressed himself closer to her, as if he were hugging her, his chin brushing against her soft hair.

Wen Yisheng hugged her schoolbag tightly, gritted her teeth, and shrank back, taking a soft breath: "Has someone pushed their way in again?"

Wen Zhi gave a soft "hmm," tilting his chin slightly upward, but the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

His laughter was incredibly frivolous, and he was utterly wicked.

/

For the first time, Wen Yisheng felt that the elevator was incredibly slow; every second felt like an eternity. Why hadn't it reached the first floor yet?!

She was mentally counting down when she suddenly felt something substantial digging into her side.

What's going on? She was stunned for a moment, then her face turned bright red with anger, and she looked up at Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi looked down at him, his eyes gentle: "What's wrong?"

What happened?! Uh... um...!

Recalling her previous nightmares, Wen Yisheng was certain that Wen Zhi really was a pervert! And in public...!

"Sister Asheng?"

"Don't call me that, you're awful..."

A soothing and melodious piano piece suddenly began to play. Wen Yisheng was startled and felt the thing pressing against her side vibrating.

She only realized now that he was facing her directly, so how could that thing be so crooked and stuck to her waist?

It turned out to be just Wen Zhiyou's cell phone in his pants pocket.

Wen Yisheng: "..." The one with the twisted mind is myself.

"What's wrong with me? What's so evil about me?" The boy's eyes were filled with an innocent smile.

Wen Yisheng blushed and said, "You're so mean... Are you hungry? I can hear your stomach growling."

"Is there?"

"Why is Sister Asheng's face red?"

"Cough, the air is so thin it's suffocating, you should answer the phone."

"It's too crowded, I can't stretch my arm down. Could you help me get my phone out?"

Wen Yisheng leaned against the corner triangle area, and her arms had a little room to stretch out.

She desperately wanted to get over the awkward situation, so she agreed to help.

Her soft fingertips groped into his pocket, reached inside, and pulled out his phone: "It seems to be the driver calling."

Hold.

Fingertips through a thin fabric…

It triggers a tingling, trembling sensation.

Wen Yisheng didn't notice that the veins on Wen Zhi's forehead were strangely taut.

I even cursed under my breath.