He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 276 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 26)

Wen Yan waited for Zhou Yan's movements. Zhou Yan remained silent for a moment, then slowly removed his hand and softly called out to her in a low, husky voice, "Wen Yan."

"uh-huh?"

Wen Yan turned her head to look and saw Zhou Yan's well-defined profile. He was looking straight at the dark night sky, and the evening breeze was blowing his hair slightly.

He possesses a unique quality that is beyond his years; if one were to describe him, it would be "old wine in new bottles," somewhere between youthful naiveté and maturity.

He would remember the days during her special period, preparing everything meticulously a few days in advance, and he would also remember her favorite dishes, always cooking something she would love.

Oh, except for leafy greens.

With him around, Wen Yan would never carry anything, and if anything happened, just calling out "Zhou Yan" would solve the problem.

Perhaps it was because it was evening and her emotions were running high, but Wen Yan suddenly remembered that Zhou Yan would be leaving again after the college entrance examination.

With a tightness in her chest, she asked in a harsh tone, "Zhou Yan, where are you going to go to university?"

Before Zhou Yan could answer, she spoke up first: "Wherever you go, I'll go."

Zhou Yan was just thinking of explaining Zhou Xian's situation to her when, unexpectedly, the topic suddenly shifted to where they were going.

He didn't really want to go anywhere. For him, university was just a place to improve his academic qualifications and prove his abilities; it didn't matter where he went.

If I really had to choose...

Zhou Yan's gaze lingered on Wen Yan's face, which was pressing him for answers: "Which city do you want to go to?"

Wen Yan, true to her nature, guessed the meaning behind his words in a second, and her eyes lit up instantly: "I want to go to City A, it's by the sea."

Hearing this, Zhou Yan nodded, "Then I'll apply to A University and go check it out first."

Wen Yan's bad mood flashed by, and she eagerly reached out her hand to make a pinky promise with him, even asking him to write a guarantee out of concern.

She hurriedly pulled Zhou Yan into the room, found a pen and stuffed it into his hand, gesturing with her lips that he could write now.

Zhou Yan's gaze deepened as he looked at Wen Yan. Standing at the entrance of the room filled with girlish charm, he tightened his grip on the pen slightly.

Wen Yan took a piece of white paper out of her bag, turned her head and saw Zhou Yan still standing at the door, "Why don't you come in?"

Then he pulled Zhou Yan into the room, sat him down in a chair, and handed him a piece of white paper: "Write here."

The room was lit by warm yellow light, which fell softly and beautifully on the girl's shoulders and collarbone.

Wen Yan felt it was too dark, so she turned on a small desk lamp and instructed:

"Just write that Zhou Yan promised Wen Yan to go to University A together, and he will never break his promise, no matter what unexpected circumstances arise..."

Zhou Yan picked up his pen and wrote slowly. Wen Yan said a sentence, and he wrote a sentence. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pink-covered book on the bookshelf, and it seemed that something was tucked inside. Remembering something, his eyes darkened.

After he finished writing, Zhou Yan casually asked, "What kind of books do you usually read?"

"I'll look at a little bit of everything," Wen Yan replied, admiring the guarantee.

"Have you finished reading everything on the bookshelf?" Zhou Yan pressed.

“Yes, you can look through it; there are traces.” Wen Yan replied casually, her mind and eyes completely focused on Zhou Yan’s guarantee.

It must be said that Zhou Yan's calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, steady and grand, and exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

Zhou Yan casually picked up the pink-covered book, flipped to the middle, and sure enough, there was something tucked inside.

It was an envelope, pink in color, with an ugly red heart drawn on it, and the words "To Wen Yan" written on it.

The handwriting was dry and brittle, like the ugly handwriting that a Taoist priest would write meticulously during a ritual.

Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled, a gloomy smile.

He rubbed the red heart on the envelope between his fingertips, leaving a trace of red ink on his thumb, which didn't attract much attention. He simply tucked the envelope into his waistband, pulled down his shirt to cover it, and casually asked:

"This book looks new. Have you read it?"

Wen Yan put the guarantee away, glanced at the book in his hand, and said, "No, I just received it today."

That is to say, it has never been opened.

Zhou Yan's mood improved a bit, and he asked again, "Was it a gift from someone else?"

"Yes, it was a gift from someone."

"Male and female?"

"I don't know, it was already in my desk when I went there. Zhou Yan, you're talking a lot today." Wen Yan sensed something was wrong and went over to pick up the book: "Is there something wrong with this book?"

As she reached out, Zhou Yan dodged her hand. He looked up and locked his gaze on the tender, youthful girl in front of him, who was at the most beautiful age.

Zhou Yan's eyes flickered, as if stirring up a deep pool of water: "I'm very curious about this book. Can I borrow it and take a look?"

This was the first time Zhou Yan had asked for something on his own initiative, and Wen Yan nodded without hesitation.

Books that could interest Zhou Yan...

Wen Yan stopped, remembering the several shelves of books about coding equipment in his room.

She probably won't read this book.

"It's not an important book, but I'll give it to you if you like it."

Zhou Yan paused in his hand holding the book, his mood quietly improving.

"Knock down."

A knock sounded at the door, startling Wen Yan. Then, Bai Wan's gentle voice came through:

"Xiaoyan, is it convenient for Mommy to come in?"

It's mom!

Wen Yan was startled. She glanced at Zhou Yan standing there, feeling a panicked sense that she was about to be caught red-handed, while Bai Wan was still urging her from the doorway.

She quickly ran over and grabbed Zhou Yan, making him hide. At that moment, she realized that Zhou Yan shouldn't be in her room so late at night.

"Mom, wait a moment, I'll be right there."

Wen Yan looked at Zhou Yan with pleading eyes, clasped her hands together, and lowered her voice: "Can you hide under the bed first?"

Zhou Yan glanced at her, walked to the bedside, squatted down, and climbed in.

Wen Yan then ran to open the door.

As his vision gradually adjusted to the darkness, he began to survey his surroundings.

Suddenly, a pair of feet appeared in front of him. The two little feet were curled up nervously, so white they were dazzling, and they were only a foot away from Zhou Yan's face.

His gaze gradually darkened as he slowly moved until his face touched his heels.

As she was speaking, Wen Yan shuddered as if struck by lightning. She quickly looked down and glanced under the bed, where she saw the man's well-defined hands playing with her feet.

It was burning and itchy, with an indescribable sense of shame mixed with excitement.

How could he be so...

Her face turned bright red, and Bai Wan looked at her with concern: "Xiao Yan, your face is so red."

"Um... It's so hot."

Bai Wan nodded and affectionately touched her daughter's little face. "My Xiao Yan has grown so much. When we first moved here, you were just a little kid who played in the mud all day long."

Wen Yan blushed slightly: "I don't play every day."

The man stretched out his hands from under the bed, and his other foot sank in as well, something soft pressed against it, and then he quickly moved away.

Wen Yan couldn't take it anymore. While talking to Bai Wan, she kicked him and slammed his hand to the ground.

Seeing that her daughter didn't seem to be focused on the conversation, Bai Wan ended the topic and brought up the important matter she had come to see her about: "Xiao Yan, there's something Mom has to tell you."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Bai Wan softened her tone, thinking about how best to start the conversation, and finally decided to just ask directly.

"The love letters you tucked in your book..."

love letter?

Wen Yan was a little confused. Had she received this?

Seeing Wen Yan's reaction, Bai Wan assumed that she hadn't noticed yet, so she smiled and said, "It's that pink book. It was left downstairs. I picked it up. The envelope fell out, and that's when I saw it."

Wen Yan then remembered that Zhou Yan had also picked up a pink book.

She jumped out of bed, found the book, and started looking through it, but it wasn't there.

"It's nothing. Mom doesn't want to see the contents of the letter. She's just curious who wrote it to you."

Wen Yan bit her lip. What if Mom says she doesn't know either?

Fortunately, Bai Wan didn't actually ask her to answer; instead, she guessed, "Is it Zhou Yan?"

Wen Yan panicked, glanced instinctively under the bed, and hurriedly said, "Mom, no... listen to me..."

"Oh, no, I thought it was," Bai Wan said with a look of regret, then asked, "Is that Bai from the other alley?"

Who is this?

Wen Yan thought about it carefully. Did she know this person?

Bai Wan interpreted her hesitation as tacit agreement and immediately exclaimed excitedly, "It really is him?"

Wen Yanxin panicked even more and hurriedly denied it: "No, no."

"Is that your deskmate? Classmate? Senior?"

Bai Wan's words were like a bomb to Wen Yan, blasting her into a state of shock and disarray.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the air pressure in the room had dropped significantly.

Seeing that Bai Wan was guessing more and more and things were getting out of control, Wen Yan panicked and blurted out:

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, stop guessing, no, none of them are. No, I don't even know that many boys. Don't you know who I've been clinging to since I was little?"

Bai Wan's eyes lit up: "Of course I know, it's Xiao Yan, right?"

Wen Yan's rebuttal stuck in her throat.

Seeing her expression, Bai Wan understood everything. Having gotten what she wanted to know, she stood up abruptly, smiling broadly, "I knew it was Xiao Yan. Okay, Mom's leaving now."

After saying that, he walked to the door, and before leaving, he added, "I've watched Xiao Yan grow up, so if it's him, I agree."

After saying that, he quickly closed the door.

Then she opened a small crack: "Although Mom knows you like him, it has to wait until after your college entrance exam..."

"mom!"

Bai Wan smiled and closed the door. She knew her daughter well; any further discussion would only make her jump up and down.

She knew the two children were in love, but Lao Wen insisted it was familial affection, something about a younger sister's dependence on her older brother.

He must have gotten angry, hahaha.

Bai Wan was satisfied.

But Wen Yan in the room was incredibly embarrassed.

She didn't even have the courage to turn around. Instead, she stood facing the door like a tree stump, silently repeating to herself, "It's fake, it's fake. I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming."

The footsteps grew closer and closer, stopping almost right behind her back, and Wen Yan's heart began to race.

The man's presence seemed to want to take over the little space she had left, enveloping her tightly, and that sense of aggression made her legs go weak.

Wen Yan was in despair, pitifully calling out Zhou Yan's name: "Zhou Yan."

It seemed like he was begging for mercy.

Zhou Yan said something cryptic: "If this won't work, what are we going to do next?"

Wen Yan asked, puzzled, "What?"

However, Zhou Yan didn't seem to need her to understand. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and reached out to lock the door.

Click, click, it locked twice.

Then his large hands landed on Wen Yan's shoulders, gently turning her around and looking down at her.

Wen Yan lowered her head to avoid him, her mind a jumble of thoughts. Zhou Yan picked her up and placed her on a high stool by the door, supporting her on either side. He followed wherever Wen Yan's gaze wandered.

No one knew how excited he was; his blood was boiling with excitement.

Zhou Yan could never forget what Wen Qingshan said: "She only sees you as a brother."

Now, he's my sweetheart.

A slight smile played on his lips, his eyes held a dangerous glint, and his tone was gentle: "Yan Yan likes me?"

Wen Yan shuddered and shut her mouth.

She has always been the one to take the initiative by blurring boundaries, but now that it has been brought to light, her cover torn off, and the issue laid bare, she has begun to back down.

It was mainly his gaze that made her feel like he wanted to expose her completely.

Wen Yan wanted to change the subject, but then remembered that she seemed to be in the right as well, so she looked up, which happened to be a suitable position for kissing.

"Take the love letter..."

Suddenly, my lip was bitten.

It was a real bite, with a punitive feel, until she let out a soft moan, then it gradually softened and turned into a kiss.

Wen Yan's pupils trembled, and she stared wide-eyed as Zhou Yan kissed her. Neither of them closed their eyes, and the soft touch on their lips felt like they were holding jelly.

If it was just a test at the beginning, the test gradually turned sour after she didn't refuse.

Zhou Yan's eyes were deep and dark. He had wanted to do this for a long time. He thought about it the moment she lay on his bed and wrapped herself in his blanket, the time she stood on tiptoe and blew on the lotus pond, and the moment he pressed against her and said it was too hot.

Her lips were captured, and the kiss deepened with each breath.

An unyielding and forceful intimacy, leaving no room for reciprocation. Zhou Yan was very skilled at kissing, and Wen Yan was deeply moved, both physically and psychologically. Her eyes welled up with tears, which were then gently lifted by his fingertips.

"Yanyan, be good." Zhou Yan hummed in her ear, "Early romance is bad, we won't learn from it."

She didn't know when her hand had climbed onto his neck. Zhou Yan buried his head in her neck, his Adam's apple bobbing against her delicate skin. He was lecherous.

But he still had to say, "I'm sorry."

Wen Yan was truly helpless. Zhou Yan's lips were still intermittently touching the most sensitive spot on her neck, and Wen Yan trembled and wanted to cry.

Her voice trembled as she accused, "Zhou Yan, you did this on purpose!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Yan Yan."

He readily admitted his mistake, but his actions were even more domineering, with delicate kisses circling around to the back of his neck.

Wen Yan's mind was a complete mess. If this happened on her first try, she didn't know what the future held.

She nudged Zhou Yan's face, her cheeks and eyes flushed, her lips a vibrant red: "Mom said we can only be together after the college entrance exam."

"Okay, I'll wait." Zhou Yan kissed her cheek again, his nose gently brushing against hers, then stepped back from her legs and straightened her collar.

He guided the girl to hook her arms around his neck and then lifted her down.

The darkness in Zhou Yan's eyes could not be hidden, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Hold onto my neck."

Wen Yan slowly did as instructed, and then her body felt light as she sank into the blankets.

She thought Zhou Yan was about to do something again, and she was extremely tense, her misty eyes staring straight at him.

Fortunately, Zhou Yan didn't intend to do anything. He simply brushed the strands of hair off her lips and then prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he even lifted his shirt to show her the love letter, saying, "My handwriting isn't that bad, and my love letter is better written than his."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry about Zhou Xian's situation. I'll explain it to you after it's over."

Wen Yan didn't hear what else was said; all she could see were the V-line extending down to her waistband and the fleeting outline of her thin muscles, her ears turning red.

After everyone climbed over the balcony and left, she buried her flushed face in the pillow and rolled around for a while.

She discovered that Zhou Yan was completely different from what she had imagined.

If I really had to describe it, it seems I can't quite put my finger on it; I just know it's arousing and erotic.

Wen Yan felt like her whole body was steaming; she was very shy, very agitated, and also very excited.