Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 314: When everything is pixelated (22)

Wen Xingzhi knew that Song Zhishu was neurotic, but he didn't expect her to be this neurotic.

Song Zhishu: Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm?

For example, the little girl was always excitedly spinning around asking him if there was anything or anyone she disliked.

"Miss Song, is this your passionate advance?" Wen Xingzhi chuckled. His graceful figure attracted the infatuated gazes of the girls around him, who stared at him with lustful eyes.

But putting everything else aside, the fact that the person next to Wen Xingzhi at this moment was Song Zhishu meant that if they went in, they would not have a good ending.

They couldn't help but secretly resent: Wen Xingzhi, Wen Xingzhi, why did you have to attract such a culprit? (Song Zhishu: ?)

"It's Ashu." Song Zhishu corrected him several times, then smiled and shamelessly chased after him: "Sir, you should know that not everyone has the chance to be chased by me. You are the first."

So what? Should he feel honored?

Wen Xingzhi raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on his face: "Oh? Miss Song, are you planning to pursue a few more?"

[Host! Host!! Here it comes! Deadly question!]

Song Zhishu was stunned by his sudden sharp question. She didn't even have time to correct herself on the way he addressed her as "Miss Song." She quickly assured him, "Sir, I swear to you, you are the first and you will definitely be the last."

For the first time, Wen Xingzhi doubted his own charm. If it were just the swarm of admirers behind him, he might simply attribute it to their beauty and their subservience. But—he lowered his eyes and looked into the girl's earnest gaze.

Whether he saw her intentionally or unintentionally, whether with sunshine, contempt, or arrogance, he had never seen such a devoted expression of loyalty.

This seriousness is very appealing, at least to those young kids who are in their prime and full of enthusiasm.

But Wen Xingzhi couldn't understand what he had done and what he had that made this girl so devoted to him.

Although they had only known each other for a few days, Wen Xingzhi could clearly sense that Song Zhishu's sudden, powerful, and intense love and confession was more serious than she had ever been in the past 20 years.

Therefore, he was even more puzzled.

Why is it?

Seeing that he remained silent, Song Zhishu felt nervous.

Had she said something wrong again? Her heart clenched, and she felt a little uneasy. Just as she was about to change the subject, she suddenly heard a soft laugh.

She looked up in confusion, her eyes stung by the sunlight.

Wen Xingzhi looked down at her, his usually gentle and serene smile suddenly shifting to one of haughty disdain from a high cliff.

"Why are you so nervous, Ashu?" Wen Xingzhi smoothed her stray hairs and answered casually, "Is it someone or something you don't like?"

"There is one disgusting person who is not worth mentioning, but I don't think he is qualified to waste Ashu's time talking to me."

Song Zhishu was a little taken aback. She blinked and asked, "Huh?"

“A-Shu doesn’t need to know things she doesn’t need, never.” Wen Xingzhi smiled, his voice seductive and lingering.

Looking at his face, which was as gentle and impeccable as ever, Song Zhishu suddenly couldn't help but take a step back.

In an instant, dark clouds gathered, and Wen Xingzhi's hand, which he hadn't had time to lower, froze in mid-air. He squinted and suddenly smiled.

It looks like it's going to rain.