He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 148 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 6

As it turned out, Yan Wei, whose internal energy was sealed, was sickly and weak. A slight breeze almost killed him; he was as fragile as porcelain.

He slightly raised his eyes, glanced at Wen Yan who was sullenly blowing in the wind, and knocked on the car wall.

"Wen Yan, I'm cold."

dong dong dong.

Wen Yan dropped the flowers she had torn to shreds and ran in to tuck him in.

"Would it kill you to just tuck it in yourself?"

She kept complaining, but still covered him up completely.

Yan Wei glanced at her indifferently, then raised his half-crippled right wrist to show her: "My hand is broken."

Wen Yan was annoyed. She carelessly lifted his right wrist and tucked it under the blanket. After hearing him hiss softly, she silently softened her movements with a blank face.

They were clearly at a loss with him.

She gritted her teeth, thinking she shouldn't have sealed that short-lived man's internal energy; she should have let him die sooner rather than later.

But she wouldn't do it now.

Using her internal energy once would shorten her lifespan by several years, and she didn't want to become a widow at such a young age.

Finally, she could only get onto the bed, hold her breath, forcefully push him to the side, occupying two-thirds of the bed, and then pull over the quilt that he had already warmed up, covering herself with it with a clear conscience.

In the darkness, Yan Wei stared unfocused at the roof of the carriage. The sound of the wind occasionally swept by in the suburbs, and the night seemed so peaceful.

He was squeezed between the car wall and Wen Yan, a slight pain shooting through his stiff right wrist. He blinked and said, "Wen Yan."

"what?"

You're squeezing me.

"It's warmer when two people sleep together, snuggled up."

She's right. The temperature difference in the suburbs in late autumn is quite large. Even if the sun is warm during the day, the sudden drop in temperature at night will still make you shiver.

"But you're pressing down on my hand."

"pain."

His tone was gentle, like clear jade, with a kind of soft coolness. He added a word of pain at the end, as if Wen Yan had bullied him.

Although she did bully him a little bit.

After a few days of getting to know each other, Yan Wei had come to understand Wen Yan. If he tried to force her with a cold shoulder, she would pretend not to understand. Instead, it was her pitiful, honest manner that won her over.

Yan Wei lay flat, unable to describe his feelings. He felt as if his heart, like his unfocused eyes, was only a blurry outline swaying.

Just a few seconds after she finished speaking, a pair of warm hands reached out and carefully took her cool hands, placing them flat on her stomach.

The warm touch of my skin came intermittently through the thin fabric.

He was momentarily stunned, then closed his eyes and remained silent.

"Yan Wei, you're as cold as ice."

Wen Yan was half asleep, muttering complaints about him, but subconsciously moved closer to him, even using a layer of internal energy to warm him up.

A good night's sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already daylight. As usual, Wen Yan grabbed a chicken, lit a fire, and slowly roasted it.

She does have some culinary skills; the chicken smelled delicious, making her mouth water.

Yan Wei also got up. When Wen Yan saw him, she called him over and brought him a stone with a soft cloth on it so he could sit down.

So skilled that it couldn't be more skilled.

There's nothing we can do. He can't lift a finger or carry anything heavy these days. He gets sick if he gets even slightly chilled. And there's nowhere to get medical treatment in this desolate place.

You still need to be careful when raising him.

"Here, here you go."

Wen Yan tore off a chicken leg and handed it to him. The chicken leg was still sizzling with oil, crispy and tender.

Yan Wei took the chicken leg and was about to stuff it whole into his mouth when Wen Yan's warning voice rang out: "Don't stuff it whole, or you're finished."

Wen Yan had seen him eat before.

Brutal and wild, devouring everything in a whirlwind, more impatient than a starving ghost, as if afraid to set off as soon as they finished eating.

She had thought he was worried there wouldn't be enough to eat, so she bought a lot of food. But when she found out, he didn't even look at the remaining food after he finished eating. He wiping his mouth modestly and staring at her quietly, as if he was waiting for her.

Wen Yan remained silent for a while, and after several attempts, she stopped his violent behavior.

How did a perfectly normal meal turn into something as terrifying as a death sentence?

Strange things.

Yan and Wei hesitated for a moment, but still gave in.

The chicken was very tender, and each bite was bursting with juice. He chewed it slowly, his posture very elegant.

The lack of food filling his mouth made it difficult for him to adjust at first. He lowered his eyelids, seemingly lost in thought.

"We'll be in the city in a few days. Finally, we won't have to endure the elements anymore. Running around like this is too tiring."

Wen Yan took a bite of the meat and let out a satisfied sigh.

Although it wasn't really that bad for her, the nomadic life was okay for a day or two, but she got tired of it after a while.

"Yan Wei, aren't you curious about where we're going?"

Wen Yan recalled that he seemed to have never asked her where she was going; he simply followed her around and would occasionally fall seriously ill, keeping her very busy.

Yan Wei said calmly, "It's up to you to decide."

He seemed indifferent, and the same went for the chicken leg; he only took a few bites before putting it aside, where it cooled down in the wind.

Thinking about his previous eating habits, Wen Yan had a headache. He was the kind of person who could eat one meal and be able to eat for several days. He would only remember to eat when he was so hungry that he was about to collapse, just like the fasting in a cultivation novel.

But this is a martial arts story!

He didn't eat properly, he just kept stuffing food into his mouth.

Wen Yan sighed. Although he's eating less now, his diet is more regular. Let's take it slow; he'll eventually get back to normal.

She took big bites of the roast chicken to vent her anger, her mouth greasy from the food.

Then Yan Wei handed her a handkerchief, the meaning of which was quite clear.

Wen Yan glanced at him, casually wiped it with his hand, and then tossed it back to him.

Yan Wei's forehead vein throbbed as if he remembered something, but then he calmed down and silently put away his handkerchief.

The relationship between the two is very delicate. They have done the most intimate things, but they are still not very familiar with each other. For example, right now, they are doing their own thing and only say a word when they think of each other.

But they get along very well at night, sleeping very close together.

Wen Yan drew a conclusion from this.

They are physically familiar, but not emotionally.

It's not a big deal. Just take good care of Yan and Wei, and they'll mature eventually.

Both body and mind.

However, it was only the second day after they entered the city.

The states of Yan and Wei have vanished.