He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 289 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 8

Chen Yan looked away, a strange feeling stirring in his heart.

This person is truly like cotton soaked in water; even over such a small matter, their eyes become watery as if they've been washed.

"With tense muscles, inserting needles will only make it more painful."

Wen Yan knew it would hurt, but the more scared she was, the more nervous she became, and the more nervous she became, the more tense she became, and her words became incoherent: "I can't soften up."

Chen Yan was stunned, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He should close the shop and sleep for a few more days to avoid this troublesome person.

Wen Yan changed her lying position and took the initiative to lift up her clothes. Her willow-like waist was soft and boneless, and her small waist dimples were charming and attractive.

Being overly afraid of things seems pretentious.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and declared with a death-defying resolve: "Come on!"

The needle didn't pierce through for a long time.

She peeked through a crack in her eyelids and watched Chen Yan put away the tattoo gun, along with some other paint and disinfection tools.

Wen Yan opened her eyes wide, supporting her half-body with her hands. The hem of her robe slipped down with the movement, covering her waist again, but not completely, leaving half of her soft waist still in close contact with the air.

Why did you put it away?

"I won't get the tattoo today. Come back to me when you're ready."

Chen Yan remembers a kind of very fine needle that causes almost no pain when pricking, but it is troublesome to use and is generally not used by tattoo artists. Fortunately, the shop does not have any.

I'll go see if they sell it elsewhere after I close the shop.

"Ah, no! I've finished setting it up, I can get the tattoo now!" Wen Yan said anxiously.

Dad's coming right away, it'll be too late to get the tattoo tomorrow!

It must be because she was being indecisive that people misunderstood.

"I must get this tattoo tonight, right now," Wen Yan emphasized.

She dramatically lifted the hem of her dress, tilting her head to look at him pleadingly: "I won't dawdle anymore."

Chen Yan paused in packing up his tools. "Are you really sure?"

"Uh-huh!"

Wen Yan confirms and affirms!

Chen Yan glanced at her waist, which was clearly taut, then his gaze moved down to the hem of her skirt, fixing on the intricate patterns. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly asked, "Are you from an ethnic minority?"

"Yeah, huh? How did you know?"

"Your dress is very special."

When Wen Yan talked about the dress, her eyes lit up with pride: "This is a piece of cloth that my mother made by hand, and it's the only one of its kind."

Then Chen Yan asked a few more questions, and then he didn't need to say anything; the girl finished speaking on her own.

As he spoke, his tense waist completely went limp.

Just as Wen Yan was about to show Chen Yan the photos on her phone, her waist suddenly felt like it had been stung. Her soft, tender waist flesh felt as if it had been gripped tightly, and the surrounding skin went numb instantly.

"it hurts!"

Tears welled up in Wen Yan's eyes.

The original owner was extremely sensitive to pain; the pain felt by a normal person was ten times greater for her.

She'd be asking for trouble by getting a tattoo to avoid taking the civil service exam!

But if she didn't do this, her father would force her to go home. Thinking of all his nagging, her nose instantly turned red with grievance.

Chen Yan stood frozen in place.

He removed the tattoo gun the moment she cried out in pain.

At this moment, he seemed somewhat at a loss when faced with Wen Yan, whose eyes were red and tears were streaming down her face.

Realizing what had happened, I felt helpless and decided to first soothe her emotions: "Don't cry, if it hurts, we won't get the tattoo."

"No, I want to get a tattoo!" Wen Yan buried her face in her arm and sobbed, her voice stubborn and rebellious.

Like a rebellious teenage girl.

She clamored to get a tattoo, but her shoulders trembled with grievance.

Chen Yan was even more helpless, and softened his voice, "Why do you want a tattoo?"

There must be a reason why you're so insistent on getting a tattoo; just get rid of that reason.

Thinking about why teenagers get tattoos, Chen Yan advised, "Is it because you see other people with tattoos and think they're cool and want to follow suit?"

Good girls rarely have tattoos around them, could it be because they've seen them?

Chen Yan recalled the black python clinging to his shoulder blade.

I feel a sense of guilt for tempting children.

"No, I just want to get a tattoo."

"A tattoo is not a game. If you get one, you have to be prepared to bear the burden that comes with it, one of which is your parents..."

Wen Yan interrupted him, "I'm an adult!"

Chen Yan fell silent.

Such a strong reaction must indicate a conflict between the parents.

"I want the tattoo, you can continue! I won't shout anymore." Wen Yan pursed her lips, as if she was truly prepared to remain completely silent.

At this moment, Chen Yan looked at her as if she were a child throwing a tantrum while pretending to be strong, remembering how she ran the shop alone...

After realizing what he was thinking, Chen Yan found it funny.

When did he become so kind?

"Another option is to use temporary tattoos."

This is the first time a tattoo artist has suggested that a customer use temporary tattoos.

Wen Yan lifted her face, her tear tracks clearly visible; she seemed to have just realized that this was another possibility.

"What if we get caught?"

Chen Yan stared at her for a long time, seemingly puzzled, until Wen Yan explained why she wanted to get a tattoo, at which point she finally understood.

It was pretty much as he had guessed.

He didn't say much, tore off a few tissues and handed them to Wen Yan to wipe her tears, leaving her with the words, "Wait for me at the store."

Then he pushed the door open and left, but turned back halfway, put the key in his pocket, and instructed, "Don't open the door for strangers when I'm not in the store."

Seeing the girl's clear and innocent eyes, he sighed softly, having been worn down by her: "It's not safe for a girl like you to be out alone in the middle of the night."

After saying that, he flipped the wooden sign to the "resting" position, reopened the door, locked it from the inside, and walked towards the shopping mall next door.

Asking a tattoo artist to use professional temporary tattoos at a tattoo shop is undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for the tattoo artist.

But Chen Yan simply found a shop to buy temporary tattoos and then applied them for her.

Wen Yan lay on the tattoo chair, unable to see his expression, so she could only twist her body to steal glances at the man's face.

Then my waist was grabbed, and an order came.

"do not move."

"Oh."

"The sticker is about to fall off."

Immediately afterwards, a strange hand pressed against the sticker on my waist, and the warm touch rubbed against my waist through the thin paper.

Wen Yan buried her face in her arms, her cheeks burning.

Chen Yan just told her to press it herself, but she smudged it. In the end, he couldn't stand it and removed it for her and put on a new one.

What if my father finds out I lied to him?

"This tattoo can last for more than a week," Chen Yan said calmly.

"What if he still finds out?" Wen Yan's worries were not unfounded; her father had nothing else to offer but sharp eyesight.

"Just tell him you got the tattoo from me, and tell him to come find me."

"Then...won't that be too much trouble for you?" Wen Yan asked shyly, shifting her waist, but her waist was held down.

Chen Yan's eyes darkened, and he used his large hand to brace against the wriggling waist, never having felt so patient: "No."

Wen Yan felt bad; she had been smashing things upstairs while the other person was sleeping, causing them to suffer from insomnia, and yet the other person still forgave her.

"Mr. Chen, you're such a kind person!"

She was sincere; the gratitude in her eyes was clear and unmistakable.

Wen Yan didn't even realize that she had subconsciously trusted him.

Chen Yan's fingers, which were pressed against her waist, curled slightly as if burned. His eyes were filled with complex emotions, and he fell into a brief silence.

If he were her father, he would go to even greater lengths to keep her by his side.