He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 131 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

Wen Yan had never seen Shen Que like this before.

He stood there, his captivating black eyes fixed on you, his aura savagely invading the air.

Wen Yan felt a little scared, her heart was pounding.

Perhaps blocking him in the middle of the night is not a good idea.

"No...nobody, I just wanted to find you."

Under those exceptionally dark black eyes, her tone grew weaker and weaker, as if she were swallowing half a sentence.

But the man didn't care; his burning gaze gradually focused on her lips.

Suddenly, Wen Yan stuck out her tongue and unconsciously moistened her dry lips.

This action serves as a warning to tighten the emergency response.

Shen Que's eyes instantly turned red. As if he had received some kind of command, he lowered his head and bent over, getting closer and closer to that crimson color.

Irregular breathing mingled with their pounding heartbeats.

Wen Yan instinctively grabbed his strong arm, feeling the power surging beneath the muscles, and nervously closed her eyes.

This was a kiss that could no longer be restrained, a kiss intertwined with passion.

She clung to his broad shoulders, the back of her neck held firmly in his hand, leaving her with no way out.

The young body is strong and possesses a hidden explosive power.

She could only endure his silent yet fierce kisses on his turf and in his bed.

It can only be said that some things, once suppressed for too long, will ferment and become uncontrollable.

Wen Yan was held down and kissed for a long time. His kisses were fierce and heavy, almost as if he wanted to devour her whole.

She couldn't take it, her waist kept arching backward, and he followed suit for every inch she bent back.

The intense, passionate kisses crashed like waves, and Wen Yan's eyes welled up with an unbearable mist, leaving them glistening.

She couldn't push him away or break free, so she could only abruptly turn her head away when his next kiss came.

His burning lips pressed against her fair and delicate neck.

Both of them trembled.

"Shen Que".

Wen Yan hurriedly withdrew a Shen Que, she closed her eyes in embarrassment, a tear hanging on her eyelashes.

Is that irresistibly sweet voice really coming from her vocal cords?

Shen Que gently wiped away the tears that were about to fall. He held Wen Yan in his arms and gently rubbed away her wet tears with his rough fingertips.

"I'm sorry, please don't cry."

His voice was even hoarseer, and there was a bitter taste in his throat that he couldn't swallow.

Wen Yan didn't cry, but that didn't stop her from causing trouble.

After all, the fact that Shen Que kissed her so hard that she cried was too much of a blow.

She cupped Shen Que's face in her hands, looking at him in the moonlight. His cold, hard features lingered on his thin, red lips, and boundless affection surged in his indifferent eyes.

She was moved and straightened up slightly to kiss his trembling eyes.

Just as Shen Que was about to make a move, she gently scolded him, "Don't move."

Her coquettish voice was not at all intimidating, but Shen Que stopped and silently supported her waist to prevent her from falling.

"You're not allowed to kiss me from now on."

She was incredibly domineering, yet the kisses that landed on his neck were as gentle as a veil brushing against his face.

"Yanyan, don't..." kiss there.

Shen Que's pupils contracted sharply as she gently nibbled at the soft flesh of his neck.

You bastard, Shen Que, I'll teach you to be fierce ....

The red mole on her neck became even more radiant, and Wen Yan felt her face flush.

Her hands touched Shen Que's warm, radiant skin; she accidentally brushed against his abs, once, twice...

"Kanyan."

The hand that was causing trouble on his chest was tightly grasped, and his dark red eyes became more and more moist, as if there were watery glints.

He was about to kiss her again when Wen Yan quickly covered his burning lips.

We can't kiss tonight, or things will get out of hand.

Shen Que pulled her hand away and his burning lips landed on hers.

"You're not allowed to sleep in a man's bed next time."

Intermittent sounds echoed repeatedly amidst the sobs.

"Yours, yours isn't allowed either?"

Wen Yan was too weak to cling to him, her breathing uneven.

These words provoked Shen Que, and his delicate kisses followed her graceful, slender neck, meandering downwards.

"Mine is fine."

"Wait, wait, wait, Shen Que... Shen Que!"

Wen Yan blinked her dazed eyes, pushed Shen Que away forcefully, and said weakly under his frightening gaze, "The door isn't closed."

Shen Que turned his head to look at the cool moonlight, and the cool air finally rushed into his tightly intertwined chest, dispelling the unknown heat.

But the stirrings of emotion in my heart only increase.

Wen Yan struggled to jump off his arms, but he pressed her back down.

He placed her on the bed, squatted down, took her small, delicate feet in his hands, rubbed them against his knees, and put her shoes on.

Her fair toes mischievously rubbed against his palm.

Shen Que looked up and saw Wen Yan with a questioning expression.

He's probably overthinking it. Yan Yan is so innocent, how could she possibly flirt?

"Don't lie in my bed in the middle of the night next time."

He gently ruffled her hair, his voice tender.

How strange, Shen Que is acting particularly strangely today, and Wen Yan is not used to it.

"Then we'll talk about it tomorrow. You're not allowed to avoid me anymore."

Wen Yan wanted to leave quickly, feeling that it was easy to... go astray in this atmosphere.

"it is good."

Wen Yan walked quickly to the door, glanced at the clothes in the basin, and felt that they looked familiar, but did not think about it in detail.

She gave him one last quick glance, from head to toe, and asked, "Are you injured?"

The person who had just reached the door turned back.

"When will it happen? How serious is it?"

Shen Que felt a surge of heat, and looking at the girl who took the initiative to approach him, he felt his blood boiling.

"It's not serious today."

"How did you get hurt?"

Wen Yan felt a pang of heartache. She gently touched the wound wrapped in white cloth: "Does it hurt?"

Shen Que looked away, glancing at the wound on his shoulder and neck before meeting Wen Yan's distressed eyes. The words he had prepared inexplicably fell into his throat.

He said, "It was a snake bite, and it hurts a lot."

"Another snake?"

Wen Yan exclaimed in surprise.

Is the snake trying to make things difficult for her and Shen Que?

"Is it poisonous?"

Shen Que stared at her and gave an ambiguous answer: "I don't know."

Wen Yan lit a candle and examined the wound closely. It looked quite normal, just two bloodstains, with no bruising around them. It shouldn't be poisonous, right?

Just to be on the safe side, she decided to suck out the blood. She looked at Shen Que's shoulder, placed her hands near the snake mark, and lowered her head to suck out a mouthful of blood.

Shen Que: !!!

Shen Que's eyes widened as the unfamiliar touch disrupted all his senses.