He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 22 My Girlfriend Is Abnormal 22

Wen Yan was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even realize Qi Gui had gone home.

Qi Gui, carrying a bag of food, pushed open the door and saw this scene.

Wen Yan leaned back on the sofa, hugging a khaki-colored cushion, her long, beautiful hair cascading down her back and bouncing with her laughter.

On her fair wrist wore the silver bracelet he had given her, carved in the shape of leaves. Her delicate face had a slight upturn of her lips, and her eyes were fixed on the television. When she smiled, her eyes sparkled like stars.

He pursed his lips and chuckled silently, his eyes filled with doting affection, and his dark eyes brimming with love.

He didn't need anything special; he just liked her like this, and he loved the warmth of this moment.

"You're back. Hmm, you didn't even call me. I didn't even hear the door open." Wen Yan looked up and met that gentle gaze, and her heart trembled slightly. Her voice softened involuntarily.

Upon hearing this, both Wen Yan and Qi Gui were stunned.

That's her voice, it's so sweet!

Is she... is she being coquettish?

An ambiguous atmosphere seemed to permeate the air with these words, fermenting and spreading outwards.

Qi Gui's Adam's apple bobbed, his ear tips flushed pink, but his steps toward her were unhurried.

He wanted to kiss her, desperately wanted to.

He strode to the sofa, knelt down, cupped her face in his hands, pressed his warm fingertips against her lips, and eagerly took them in his mouth, sucking on her lips and tongue, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

In a moment of passion and confusion, he grabbed her unruly hands, pinning them above his head, and sucked on her red lips with a force that was both heavy and savage.

The passionate kiss moved to his neck and then gradually downwards; his breathing was deep, and his whole body was burning hot.

She chuckled softly, giving him a seductive glare that only provoked him to kiss her more fiercely. She couldn't resist; her body went limp and powerless, and her hands could only barely reach his neck.

She gradually couldn't bear it anymore, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and her broken murmurs were almost killing him.

The waves crashed against the rocks on the shore, making a beautiful splashing sound.

……

After a vigorous workout, I unsurprisingly missed dinner.

Qi Gui heated up the food he had brought back, placed it on the dining table, and looked at Wen Yan expectantly, supporting himself with his hands.

His favorite thing to do every day is to search for all kinds of food and see if Wen Yan can taste the flavors.

Wen Yan shook her head with difficulty under his gaze, feeling a strange sense of guilt.

Qi Gui was somewhat disappointed, but he also understood that nothing could be accomplished overnight. He could only take it slowly.

It was that look in his eyes again. Wen Yan understood it all too well, so he got up, put his arm around her shoulder, gently nuzzled her neck, pressed his nose against the red mole, and softly comforted her.

"Okay, okay, don't be disappointed, I'm fine as I am."

I was thinking that I should take some time to look through her pile of treasures and see if there was anything I could do to improve things.

Qi Gui gently rubbed her head and placed a kiss on her cheek.

The sweet days continued. With no worries to bother her, Wen Yan spent her days either hanging out with Qi Gui or on her way to hang out with him.

Even 233 couldn't stand it anymore: "Host, you've been lying around for a week, can't we find something to do?"

Sometimes it really doubted whether the person in front of it was the strongest ministerial candidate in the main world who had been diligent, hardworking, and tireless for eight million years.

Is this person a fake?

"What do you know? I call this experiencing life."

Wen Yan lay lazily on the grass, basking in the sun. Thanks to someone, her body had become increasingly robust recently, and the little bit of sunlight could no longer harm her.

Qi Gui, who was a mentor on a certain program, suddenly sneezed.

"An urgent message has arrived from the main world," 233 said, looking at the five-star urgent message.

"I'm too lazy to read it, just read it to me."

233:......

Although speechless, he still read aloud: "Wen Yan, tone it down. The newly appointed Heavenly Dao of the small world has already complained to me. If you can't find a new male and female lead within a month, come back and deal with this whining guy. He's about to flood my Zhaoyang Palace."

Wen Yan sighed, "No way, how come this generation of Heavenly Dao is so spineless? They're so old and they're still playing the tattling game like elementary school kids."

"Alright, it's time to stretch our muscles, 233 let's go for a walk."

233 was so happy he almost cried; it was a newbie system and wanted to see everything.

Wen Yan dressed herself up completely, and she became a sensation after the variety show aired.

The original owner's band sent her a message saying they would give her a few months off to adjust her mood, and there was no rush for her to come back.

233 breathed a sigh of relief after finding out. These past few days, the host had been like a little good-for-nothing, unable to do anything, and it was worried that she would be exposed.

On another note, 233 watched the people coming and going on the street, a clump of code swaying wildly in the wind.

"Host, you're not planning to search them one by one like this, are you?"

"Hey, you little piece of trash, did your code crash?" Wen Yan glanced at it speechlessly. "I was just taking a walk."

233 looked aggrieved: "Oh." The host scolded it again, and it wanted to draw a circle to curse her.

Wen Yan wasn't really sure herself. The world was so big, and there were countless people. Finding the most suitable lead actor would be quite a challenge.

The minister was pressing her for help, so Wen Yan had no choice but to open her treasure vault and start searching.

Ah, I've got it! This luck detector is the ultimate tool for finding the protagonist. Once the protagonist is confirmed, I'll transfer the protagonist's aura to them.

Looking at the dazzling array of treasures, Wen Yan felt a little strange. Ever since she could remember, her treasure trove had been filled with props.

She didn't know how she got it, but her intuition told her it was hers.

Over the next few million years, she gradually acquired many good things, but there was nowhere to use them all.

Getting off topic, Wen Yan thought for a moment and said, "Little Waste San, make a list of the main characters in this world."

233: "How am I supposed to know who the main characters are?"

Wen Yan:……

"You really are naive. Go into a novel and see which name appears the most often besides the male and female leads. Then write them down in order. If nothing unexpected happens, the protagonist should come from among them."

233 slapped the screen: "That's right, this is a miniature world evolved from a novel, and we have a script!"

Wen Yan: She's hopelessly stupid.

"Have you finished listing them?"

Wen Yan stood in the park for a long time in the cold wind.

"Oh no, oh no, host, please take a look."

Wen Yan looked at it carefully, marked it up, and finalized a number of people. With a wave of his hand, he led 233 to the hospital.

Inside the hospital.

"Please come in."

Xin Qingnian tore off a page of the medical record, his slender fingers holding the pen tip, his gold-rimmed glasses adding a touch of refinement, and his gentle and harmless face showing some fatigue.

Wen Yan opened the door and walked in.

Without even looking up, Xin Qing pointed to the stool in front of him and said, "Please sit down."

Her voice was as mature and pleasant as the autumn wind.

Wen Yan secretly sized up the male supporting character in front of her.

Voice is OK, face is OK, height is estimated to be over 185cm, personality is also OK.

Many people praised him along the way, so his character must be quite good. Overall, he seems like a good candidate for a leading role.

Perhaps Wen Yan's gaze was too direct, because Xin Qingnian frowned and looked up at her.

He disliked patients who stared at his face, especially women, until they saw that familiar face.

"Wenyan——"