The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

At midnight, Wen Yisheng fell into a deep sleep.

The night was pitch black, like ink had been splashed on it.

The tightly closed floor-to-ceiling curtains blocked out the last ray of moonlight, making the room dim and quiet.

Her slender body was curled up in the quilt, her small face so pure and peaceful, the corners of her mouth still gently turned up in her sleep, as if she were having a sweet dream.

In the darkness, the doorknob suddenly wobbled twice.

It stopped again!

The door must have been locked from the inside, which is why the doorknob wasn't turned by the strange force from the outside.

But three seconds later...

There seemed to be a faint metallic clanging sound, ringing in the dark night.

Then came the sound of a key being inserted into the lock.

Ding—the lock opened. The doorknob turned and was then pushed open from the outside.

A tall, slender figure, seemingly blending into the darkness, slowly walked in.

The footsteps were unhurried and steady, one after another, like a dull and eerie sound effect from a horror movie, as they reached the bedside.

That's right, it was the person who used the spare key to unlock the door and break into Wen Yisheng's room in the middle of the night.

It is Wen Zhi.

"Ah Sheng, are you asleep?" Wen Zhi bent down and called softly.

What the hell are you yelling for? Don't you know whether he's asleep or not?

He put a tranquilizer in the milk!

The tranquilizer was developed by himself, and he guaranteed that it would have no side effects on her body and would also allow her to sleep well.

"Wow, so cute... kawaii..."

Wen Zhi reached out and turned on the nightlight on the bedside table. He squatted down by the bed, rested his chin on his hand, and stared at Wen Yisheng's sleeping face with blinking eyes.

Wen Yisheng has a habit of covering her head when she sleeps.

Her nose and below were buried in the blankets, with only her delicate eyebrows and soft, limp hair showing.

Wen Zhi reached out and gently pulled off the thin blanket covering her nose.

He withdrew his hand and squatted down by the bed, in the same position as before.

He tilted his head and stared at her sleeping face.

The warm yellow nightlight shone on the girl's porcelain-white face, and her tightly closed, curled eyelashes, her forehead with fluffy wisps of hair, and her small, rosy lips all caught Wen Zhi's eye.

Every single one of them pierced his heart.

Wen Zhi just watched for ten minutes without doing anything.

Of course--

"What else can I do? I'm not a pervert."

"Ah Sheng, actually I just came here to ask you for a goodnight kiss, is that okay?"

He laughed after asking the question, muttering somewhat nervously, "If Ah Sheng doesn't say anything, then I'll take that as a yes."

Wen Yisheng, sleeping soundly like a pig: "..."

Having received Wen Yisheng's "agreement," Wen Zhi didn't rush to kiss her.

He squatted by the bed, his arms crossed and resting on his knees, his chin propped up.

Like a child squatting outside a shop window, gazing at the exquisite dolls inside the glass wall, their eyes sparkling with longing and affection.

It's more like when he was locked in a cage, looking at the music box his mother gave him.

It was a very exquisite and beautiful ballet music box.

Inside the crystal ball stood a little girl in a white ballet dress. The girl had her hair up, stood on tiptoe, and gracefully stretched her limbs.

When the music starts, the crystal ball glows and tiny, sparkling snowflakes drift down, and the ballet girl spins to the tinkling music.

At that time, little Wen Zhi was huddled in the cage, hugging his knees.

His lifeless, empty eyes would light up with a glimmer of starlight as the music box glowed, and he would stare unblinkingly at the ballerina.

Why must it be Wen Yisheng?

That's probably why.

The glimmer of light that little Wen Zhi glimpsed while looking up in the darkness came from a ballet music box toy.

Perhaps it's because of a childhood obsession.

When he saw Wen Yisheng practicing dance in the dance studio wearing a dance dress, he recognized her at a glance.

Alive.

The ballerina in the toy has come to life.

Wen Yisheng is like the ballet girl in the music box; she must belong to him alone.

"Ah Sheng, my baby...you must be it, right..." Wen Zhi stood up, bent down, and hugged her tightly.

The word "baby" is so cheesy and makes my teeth ache.

But that's what he said, his lips close to her ear, his voice low and gentle: "Baby... I love you so much... You know you can only watch me dance, right?"

Wen Yisheng, of course, couldn't hear it.

Lost in her dream of reuniting with her parents, she was completely oblivious to everything around her.

He hugged her and said, "Ah Sheng, actually I was worried you were cold, so I wanted to sleep with you."

"Let's forget it. We can sleep together when we live together in the future."

Wen Zhi actually doesn't like eating sweets.

I ate the candy because I really wanted to kiss Wen Yisheng.

Only by eating something in my mouth can I restrain the urge to kiss her.

So as long as Wen Zhi has a piece of candy in his mouth, it means that in that scene and at that time, he really, really wants to hold Wen Yisheng down and kiss her non-stop.

Goodnight, my ballet girl.

This goodnight kiss lasted a little too long.

Wen Yisheng, who was sleeping like a pig, was almost woken up by the urge to suffocate.

Wen Zhi helped her cover herself with the blanket, touched her face, and reluctantly left the room.