He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 305 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 24

As autumn arrives, the weather becomes cool, and wearing two light layers is just right.

Wen Yan is a quiet and well-behaved girl. Her clothes are mostly in warm white and beige tones, and tend to be loose.

One day, Chen Yan tidied up the silver-working tools and placed them in Wen Yan's usual spot, then turned his head to look at Wen Yan.

I usually like to gather around him and chat about this and that, but today he's unusually quiet.

The moment I turned my head, my breath caught in my throat.

Wen Yan took off her trench coat, looked at him with a charming smile, her face flushed and her smile sweet, "Boyfriend, want to go on a date?"

She was wearing a fitted red dress underneath, the hem of which was slightly above her knees. It was sleeveless, and her fair and slender arms were dazzlingly white. As she walked, the hem of the dress swayed, making Chen Yan's heart tremble.

He held his breath, his calm and profound gaze seemingly piercing through the air and landing on Wen Yan's exposed skin, taking in her entire being from top to bottom and bottom to top.

Wen Yan felt flustered under his gaze and tugged at his clothes.

Chen Yan hummed in agreement, then pulled the person into his arms and held them tightly, embracing them completely.

He put one arm around her waist and picked up the trench coat that had fallen on the sofa with the other, raising Wen Yan's arm as if dressing a little baby.

Wen Yan, looking embarrassed, tried to grab the clothes, saying, "I'll wear them myself."

Chen Yan wouldn't let go, only repeatedly telling Xiao Guai to be obedient.

A magnetic voice floated into her ears, and Wen Yan, covering her bright red ear tips, took a step back, only to be pulled back into his arms.

Chen Yan was particularly fond of her earlobes, and every time he caught them, he would peck at them incessantly. Wen Yan had no way to avoid it, so she could only bury her head deeper into his neck, shaking her head and raising her arms.

I definitely need to go on a date.

Since they started dating, the two of them haven't gone on a proper date yet.

But the things that happen on dates are usually the same: eating, watching movies, taking walks, and so on.

Doing it alone might be lonely, but doing it with someone else can bring happiness.

After closing the shop as usual, the two watched a romantic movie. The plot was so-so, but the actors' performances were excellent, especially the scene where the female lead fainted in front of the tombstone after the male lead died, murmuring, "I will never see you again."

burst into tears.

When Wen Yan left the movie theater, she was still immersed in the sad atmosphere and hadn't recovered.

Chen Yan held a tissue to wipe her tears, his fingertips gently pressing against the corners of her red eyes, feeling a pang of heartache. "Shall we watch a comedy next time?"

Wen Yan whimpered and said, "Okay." She sobbed as she leaned her face in sobbing so that Chen Yan could wipe it.

Chen Yan discarded the already soaked tissue and gently kissed away the misty tears at the corners of her eyes. He truly felt that the person in front of him was water, or water transformed into spirit, and even her tears carried a clear sweetness.

Wen Yan is someone who easily becomes dependent on others; the better someone treats her, the more she becomes addicted to that dependency.

That's why I wanted to leave my parents' protection and become more independent.

But in front of Chen Yan, she forgot all about dependence. She was too easily moved to tears. While watching a movie, she would rub her face against Chen Yan's neck, looking aggrieved: "What if I can't see you anymore?"

"No, I've always been here." Chen Yan gently stroked Wen Yan's head, his girlfriend's voice soft and full of affection.

Let's just call it being coquettish.

Thinking this way made him even happier. Chen Yan turned his head and kissed Wen Yan's forehead, promising again and again that he wouldn't let her miss it.

People in the throes of new love tend to be a bit clingy.

But it tastes good, and it's quite addictive.

Chen Yan really adores his girlfriend's clingy and subconsciously affectionate behavior.

The thought of being separated from my girlfriend for twelve hours every day makes me feel bad.

So the next day, Chen Yan decided to move to the house next door to Wen Yan, so that she could see him as soon as she opened the door.

Wen Yan hadn't expected this.

She was just getting sentimental while watching a movie, but Chen Yan had already found a new home for her.

In short, on the third day, when Chen Yan told her that he was moving next door to her, she was completely stunned.

"Are you really moving in?"

"Okay." Chen Yan, carrying a bag of clothes, turned the lock on the door. The door next door, which had been closed for a long time, clicked open. Chen Yan looked around and said, "I'll clean up first. There's a lot of dust. You can come and see later."

Wen Yan nodded, then pointed to his small bag of clothes, "Is this all you have?"

Chen Yan nodded, "I didn't have much stuff when I stayed in hotels before."

Wen Yan nodded in understanding. Who would treat a hotel like home?

The new house is much cleaner after a simple tidying up; at least it won't be filled with dust as soon as you open a door.

This room is much larger than Wenyan's, but the furniture is rather old, or to put it more euphemistically, retro.

Therefore, Chen Yan decided to cook next door.

Wen Yan was addicted to Chen Yan's cooking skills. Without saying a word, she had already set out the bowls and chopsticks and was eagerly waiting for the meal to be served.

Today we have braised shrimp, corn and pork rib soup, and eggplant with minced meat.

The shrimp were peeled and placed on a small plate, and the soup was also served and placed within reach. The soft, tender eggplant was still steaming when poked open, and it tasted delicious when mixed with rice.

Wenyan eats a bite of rice and a bite of shrimp, with a spoonful of soup being offered to her mouth at any time. It's so satisfying!

After eating and drinking her fill, Wen Yan slumped in her chair, watching Chen Yan drink the soup she had left over. A little puppy was jumping around in her heart.

How pleasant.

Wen Yan squinted, pouted, and leaned in to give Chen Yan a quick kiss on the cheek. She gently rubbed her pearly teeth together, and her eyes crinkled into a wider smile.

Chen Yan expertly wiped the drool off his face and teased her, "You'll take responsibility, right?"

The way she said that gave the impression that she was a fickle, womanizing womanizer.

Wen Yan sniffed and snuggled into Chen Yan's arms, "That depends on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, I'll take responsibility; if I'm in a bad mood..."

Wen Yan left half of her statement as a riddle, meaning she wanted Chen Yan to continue asking.

Chen Yan didn't ask, but pressed his nose against her smooth face and asked with a smile, "So, what makes your girlfriend happy?"

Wen Yan thought for a moment, "Make me delicious food every day."

Chen Yan stared at her intently. "I am yours, Yan Yan. You can go even further."

"...For example?" Wen Yan is a diligent student.

As soon as she finished asking the question, her body suddenly felt lighter, and Wen Yan was lifted up while maintaining the position of her legs wrapped around Chen Yan's waist.

The man's large hands, with long, slender fingers, firmly supported her buttocks. Her heart was already itching like cat claws, but then Chen Yan leaned close to her ear and breathed on her, like a male demon.

Chen Yan smiled and said, "Anything."

No, no!

It shouldn't be like this!

Chen Yan should have a cold face and cold eyes, and use those thin but soft lips to tell her that she was being naughty and that she should listen to him, or he would spank her.

He doesn't look like a male fox spirit.

Wen Yan struggled to jump down, her face as red as a monkey's bottom. She covered her ears, bent over, and tried to run back into the room.