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

Sang Jiuning: "???"

Upon hearing this, Sang Jiuning's eyes were filled with disbelief.

She frowned instinctively and retorted crisply, "Impossible."

She's always a quiet sleeper, how could she possibly be biting, nibbling, and hitting people? That's outrageous.

Seeing her denial, Wen Zhaoci's eyes flashed with a sly glint, but he maintained his extremely aggrieved expression and coaxed her, "It's true, baby. You must have been dreaming last night and unconsciously sleepwalked without even realizing it."

Looking at his serious-sounding nonsense, Sang Jiuning was filled with suspicion.

She stared intently into Wen Zhaoci's eyes, secretly wondering: Sleepwalking? I've never sleepwalked before, so why did I sleepwalk last night?

She didn't believe a single word of what he said.

But when her gaze fell down to the clear, perfectly sized handprint on his cheek, matching the size of her hand, and the dark circles under his eyes, as if he had suffered a sleepless night and was deeply aggrieved, all her words of rebuttal instantly stuck in her throat.

With irrefutable evidence before her, she had no choice but to believe it.

Sang Jiuning was speechless for a moment, and pursed her lips slightly.

The slap mark is clear; it was definitely her who struck me, and there's no way to deny it.

Wen Zhaoci keenly noticed her silence and knew that she was already half-believing and half-doubting. Her aggrieved expression deepened, so she took advantage of the situation and gently shook her arm.

"Baby, I don't care."

His voice was soft and sweet, with a deliberate hint of coquetry: "You bullied me last night and even hit me. I suffered such a great injustice, you have to make it up to me."

Sang Jiuning was speechless at his shameless act.

Silently thinking to myself: Wen Zhaoci is as childish as a little kid who hasn't grown up.

She sighed helplessly, and was about to ask him how he wanted to make it up to her when a shadow suddenly loomed over her.

Wen Zhaoci suddenly leaned closer.

The warm breath instantly enveloped her, and the clean, refreshing scent of the young man wafted over her, trapping her firmly between the headboard and him, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

His handsome face slowly drew closer, his thin lips almost touching her ear, his warm breath brushing against her delicate earlobe, his voice ambiguous and deep, carrying a triumphant slyness.

"Since you bullied me and ran away last night, now..."

Wen Zhaoci's dark eyes were fixed on her flushed cheeks, his gaze filled with a burning possessiveness. He spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone both tender and domineering: "Let me get my revenge, okay?"

When Sang Jiuning looked up again and met Wen Zhaoci's eyes, which were filled with deep grievance, with a clear handprint, and with reddened eyes, her ears instantly burned.

Her mind was in turmoil: Had she really committed some heinous crime by bullying him?

Sang Jiuning turned her face away, not daring to look into his overly intense eyes, and said, "No."

"My baby kept me awake all night."

He gently brushed his nose against her reddened earlobe, his tone both obedient and aggrieved: "My face still hurts."

Sang Jiuning felt itchy all over from his rubbing, her heart pounded wildly, and her eyelashes trembled in panic.

She pursed her lips helplessly, and asked in a low voice as if in resignation, "Then what do you want me to do? Rub it for you?"

"Don't rub it."

He raised his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto her evasive brows, his tone tender: "I need the baby to comfort me."

Sang Jiuning looked up at him, a thin layer of shyness in her eyes: "How do I coax you?"

This person is really pushing their luck; once they give an inch, they become completely unscrupulous.

Wen Zhaoci slowly lowered his head, his thin lips barely brushing against the corner of her lips, neither too deep nor too shallow, gentle yet alluring.

In the moment their breaths mingled, he coaxed in a hoarse voice, "Just one kiss, and I won't feel wronged."

Sang Jiuning was worn down by his teasing. She closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and quickly touched the corner of his lips.

It was soft and gentle, fleeting, like a feather brushing past.

But just as he was about to back away, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Wen Zhaoci grabbed her lower back with his other hand, holding her firmly to prevent her from escaping. His deep eyes were close to hers, and his voice grew lower and more tender:

"That's too perfunctory, baby."

"..." Sang Jiuning opened her eyes and glared at him, both ashamed and angry. "Then what else do you want?"

Wen Zhaoci's fingertips gently caressed the delicate skin of her waist, his movements both tender and obsessive, his eyes filled with the possessiveness unique to a young man:

"Don't hide, coax them seriously."

……

Sang Jiuning felt her body burning from his kisses and dared not look directly into his overly intense gaze. She could only turn her head slightly and mutter softly:

"Wen Zhaoci, isn't that enough?"

Before Sang Jiuning could respond, he slipped his long, warm hand under the loose hem of her nightgown, his fingertips gently brushing against her delicate, warm skin, before gently yet forcefully penetrating her.

Wen Zhaoci coaxed softly, "Baby, I... feel so bad... help me."

Sang Jiuning was completely dumbfounded and blurted out, "How can I help?"

I regretted it as soon as I said it, but my hand was already on the line, and it was too late.

...........

Sang Jiuning felt that time was passing too slowly, so slowly that it felt like an eternity. With her eyes closed, she whispered, "Wen Zhaoci..."

"Baby, hmm?"

Sang Jiuning urged softly, "Could you...?"

Wen Zhaoci chuckled softly, his nose touching hers, and coaxed gently, "Baby is so good, I can't bear to part with you..."

Sang Jiuning: !!! !!! !!!

If your values ​​fall to the ground, you can pick them up again; but if your filter is shattered, you can never look at Wen Zhaoci the same way again.

Now, Sang Jiuning sees Wen Zhaoci as nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Once she indulges you, you'll become increasingly demanding and insatiable.

Sang Jiuning's fierce medicine [water] was on tiny steamed bun cubes, even smaller than Want Want Little Buns.

Wen Zhaoci seemed to have received a reward...

The morning breeze, carrying the coolness of early autumn, swept through the tree-lined path, making Sang Jiuning feel light and airy.

She couldn't remember how she had fled Wen Zhaoci's apartment in such a disheveled and panicked state that morning. Her brain seemed to be on repeat, replaying those shameful scenes from early morning over and over again.

Every detail was too clear: the scalding breath, the close proximity, the man's deep, tender voice, and the undisguised possessiveness in his eyes...

Sang Jiuning walked in a daze, her legs weak, and she was supported by Tang Tongtong and Qin Ying on either side the whole time, like a puppet who had lost her soul.

"Ningning, did you not sleep well last night? Your face is frighteningly pale." Tang Tongtong looked at her listless appearance with concern. She reached into her schoolbag and took out a carton of room temperature yogurt, carefully handing it to her. "You must not have eaten breakfast. Drink some yogurt to tide you over. Going to class on an empty stomach can easily lead to low blood sugar."

A carton of yogurt lay quietly in Tang Tongtong's palm, its simple appearance seeming to carry some kind of special spell.

Sang Jiuning's pupils suddenly contracted, and her mind exploded with more chaotic images. Her cheeks flushed red from her ears to her cheeks, and even her neck was tinged with a thin layer of red.

She can no longer look at yogurt the same way.