He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 274 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 24)

Wen Yan never imagined that a hug could last so long, and that if she loosened her grip even slightly, she would be held even tighter.

Zhou Yan's only domineering behavior was probably manifested in his almost restrictive hugs and his daily obsession with the vegetables.

Wen Yan nudged him and whispered, "I'm all calm now."

He hugged her even tighter with his other hand.

The evening breeze carried a cool air, which cleared Zhou Yan's eyes. After his expression changed several times, he quickly looked down at her.

He lowered his hand from her neck, but was reluctant to leave it hanging by his side. He paused for a moment, then grasped her waist.

Very soft.

Like willow branches, it can move.

Wen Yan dodged to the side, her hand brushing against her slender waist. She said, "Zhou Yan, don't touch my waist, it tickles."

Zhou Yan's gaze deepened as he looked at her, then he moved his hand away. "I'm sorry."

Wen Yan blinked, looking puzzled: "What's the big deal? Just tell me next time you hug me."

Zhou Yan pursed his lips; he couldn't quite keep up with Wen Yan's train of thought.

Is there a next time?

Just saying so is enough?

Does this mean that things can go even further?

Zhou Yan stared into her eyes, wanting to say something, but in the end he just patted her head and remained silent.

Let's deal with the Zhou family members first.

"Okay, let's go back."

Wen Yan didn't move, feeling a suffocating sense of powerlessness.

Why aren't you confessing your feelings yet???

How can you tolerate this?

Indignant, she forcefully pulled him down, leaned in front of him, and then stood on tiptoe. Her petal-like lips drew closer and closer, and just as they were about to touch his lips, they suddenly met his eyes.

Wen Yan paused for a moment, her impulsiveness subsided, and she slowed down. She stared at him blankly and managed to say, "I have a mosquito on your face, let me blow it off for you."

After saying that, she pouted and gently blew on it.

My heart feels itchy, as if a cat is scratching at it.

Zhou Yan's pupils darkened, and he tilted his head to look at the girl who was blowing air earnestly, and at those soft lips.

His Adam's apple moved.

It must be admitted that scratching an itch through a boot is actually more deadly.

Wen Yan put down her tiptoes and pushed Zhou Yan straight, but she didn't dare to look at him.

The burning gaze emanating from her body almost melted her.

Ultimately, he had the desire to steal but lacked the courage.

When I looked into his eyes just now, I felt like I could see right through him.

Wen Yan sighed. "Forget it, let's wait and see when the time is right."

Zhou Yan secretly felt regretful.

I was so close to tasting it.

As if remembering something, his eyes grew even darker.

In May in Tancheng, there are still two months until the college entrance examination.

Zhou Xian, who had been out of school for a year, has returned to school.

He glanced around the classroom a few times and saw that the seat next to Zhou Yan was empty. He was delighted and quickly went over to sit down.

It has been almost a year since the incident.

"Zhou Yan, after I left, the teacher didn't assign you a deskmate. It seems I had quite an impact." Zhou Xian put on a harmless smile.

Zhou Yan nodded: "Mm."

Zhou Xian blinked. This person... replied to him?

What an unexpected surprise!

He's been waiting for a kidney abroad for a year, and it still hasn't arrived. It would be better if he came to pick it up in person.

Zhou Xian's smile became even more amiable, and his tone was natural and familiar, as if they were close friends who could talk about anything.

"We haven't seen each other in so long, it's not too much to ask us to have a meal together, is it?"

Zhou Yan nodded and turned his face slightly to the side: "I'll finish this problem."

A year later, Zhou Yan had grown much taller, his face had matured, and his demeanor had become more composed, even bearing a resemblance to that person.

Zhou Xian felt as if he had been stabbed, and he froze.

When Zhou Yan turned around, he saw his dazed face. Remembering something, a surge of anger rose in his heart. He suppressed the nausea in his heart and said coldly, "Let's go."

Zhou Xian snapped out of his daze: "Ah, right, they're gone."

However, his gaze fell more frequently on Zhou Yan.

It looks like it, very much like it.

He deliberately lagged behind, his eyes fixed on the back of the person in front of him.

The restaurant was chosen by Zhou Yan; it was an upscale Western restaurant where soothing piano music played, creating a relaxing atmosphere.

The two, dressed in the school uniform of No. 3 Middle School, looked out of place amidst the suited elites and elegant ladies around them.

But neither of them cared.

One person was focused on looking at the menu, while the other's gaze kept drifting to the person flipping through it.

Zhou Xian didn't know why. He had spent some time with him before, and they were only somewhat similar. In just one year, how could a person's temperament change so drastically?

A sense of danger flashed in his eyes, and he understood why Zhou Zhi forbade them from having too much contact.

Ah.

Are you afraid he'll lose control?

But was Zhou Yan like this before?

He couldn't remember clearly. To be more precise, the moment he saw Zhou Yan today, he no longer wanted to remember the Zhou Yan of the past.

"Zhou Yan," Zhou Xian said.

Zhou Yan looked up at him.

Zhou Xian smiled and said, "You're doing very well."

Zhou Yan gripped the menu with a little force, a wave of nausea rising in his throat. He nodded and then said to the waiter, "Lemon-scented salmon, please."

The waiter looked at Zhou Xian, who smiled and said, "Same as him."

The waiter understood and asked if we needed anything else. Only after receiving a reply did he politely leave.

The lunch break was short, and the two finished their meal and returned to school just as the afternoon class bell rang.

Zhou Yan sat down, took out his test paper, spread it out on the table, and started writing and drawing with a red pen.

Zhou Xian leaned over and took a look. It was a math exam for the second year of high school, and Zhou Yan was annotating the mistakes in the blank spaces.

Zhou Xian suddenly remembered that Zhou Yan seemed to have a childhood sweetheart who was in her second year of high school. They went to and from school together and were always together.

Having made up his mind, he smiled and knew he had to go find Zhou Yan's dear childhood sweetheart.

Wen Yan was listening to Mediterranean talk about gravity when she suddenly sneezed and blew her nose. Mediterranean then pointed at her.

"Wen Yan, you answer this question."

Wen Yan stood up and glanced at it: "Choose C."

Mediterranean was very satisfied, his eyes showing expectation, and his expression became even more kind: "Very good, sit down. The weather is unpredictable, take care of yourself."

Tan Yiyi, sitting diagonally below Wen Yan, silently gripped her pen upon hearing this.

She became increasingly proactive in answering subsequent questions, always being the first to raise her hand whenever Mediterranean asked a question.

Mediterranean was quite pleased and praised her a few times: "Tan Yiyi was very proactive today."

Like a victorious rooster, she raised her chin and passed by Wen Yan several times.

Wen Yan's eyes turned black.

I feel like I'm about to die suddenly.

Without Li Sihan, Tan Yitian became incredibly energetic, constantly watching her like a madman.

This made it impossible for her to concentrate in class. If her eyelids were closed for more than three seconds, someone would say, "Teacher, Wen Yan is sleeping in class."

Wen Yan:……

Thank you, I'm awake.

In short, she has been forced to be a model student for a very, very, very long time.

Tan Yiyi was like a little monster. Every day, apart from the necessities of human survival, all she did was study and spy on Wen Yan.

She absolutely had to talk to Tan Yiyi.

The next day at noon, I had just arranged to meet someone by the lake and was about to chat when I glanced over and suddenly saw someone who looked familiar.

Wen Yan narrowed her eyes, Zhou Yan?

Wait, who is that chattering boy next to him?

His good friend?

I've never heard him mention it.

Wait, is that boy trying to take Zhou Yan's hand?

Wen Yan seemed struck by something, and instantly felt something was wrong. She crept up to check on things, but Tan Yi grabbed her wrist: "Wen Yan, what do you want to talk about?"

Wen Yan closed her eyes and forgot about this guy.

She said blankly, "Let's date."

Tan Yi was startled and jumped back a good distance. She looked around and thankfully, there was no one else, only her and her friend.

and many more.

Tan Yi swallowed hard, her tone completely off: "Talk to... talk to whom?"

Wen Yan had a sudden inspiration, and asked with a half-smile, "What do you think, Tan?"

Later generations said that the quickest way to get rid of someone is to confess your feelings.

Before Wen Yan could say another word, Tan Yi jumped three meters away, left with a sour face and said "You're crazy" before running away.

Wen Yan almost burst into tears; finally, she had some private space!

She turned around, wiped her eyes, and quickly ran in the direction Zhou Yan had gone.