He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 295 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 14

Wen Yan slowly opened her eyes, still somewhat dazed.

She was still drowsy and not fully awake, but her hand instinctively reached out towards Chen Yan's forehead.

I wanted to check if he had a fever again.

Hmm, it's not hot anymore.

After completing her perception, Wen Yan couldn't help but yawn, her eyes glistening with sleepiness. Suddenly, she met Chen Yan's dark and deep eyes, and her drowsiness vanished instantly.

"Mr. Chen, you're awake?" Wen Yan was startled, and after recovering, she asked, "Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Chen Yan shook his head.

The curtains, which are usually drawn, were lifted slightly, revealing that the sky outside was already completely dark, like a huge black curtain enveloping the city's hustle and bustle.

He remembered that he had made a dinner appointment with her, and now he was lying here, and she had been watching over him for who knows how long, and he knew she hadn't eaten.

Being sick is such a hassle.

Chen Yan sighed softly.

He glanced again at the well-behaved girl with clear eyes staring at him, and his heart stirred slightly.

Her throat was hoarse after the fever subsided, but her tone was gentler than ever before: "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry, very hungry." Wen Yan's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of grievance, which Chen Yan accurately caught.

Only when facing close friends or family will one subconsciously reveal their true emotions.

Upon realizing this, Chen Yan's heart softened even more.

Wen Yan thought to herself that she definitely wouldn't be able to have dinner tonight, so she'd just order takeout to tide her over.

I haven't eaten anything since the door was broken in, and my stomach is rumbling loudly.

Chen Yan regained some strength and propped himself up on the bed. The thin blanket covering him slid down, revealing the black python tattoo on his shoulder blades, which made his chest skin appear even whiter and more like jade.

Wen Yan blinked and thoughtfully pulled the thin blanket up a little.

Chen Yan froze, his gaze moving upwards along the hand on her chest, looking at her with an extremely complex and dark expression.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then slowly closed it again.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Seeing that he remembered, Wen Yan hurriedly went to help him, but the moment she touched his warm skin, she realized that he wasn't wearing any clothes, and immediately let go.

Like a fish, it swims in quickly, entangles you for a few seconds, and then turns away without a second thought.

She stood at the head of the bed, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, her movements awkward, but her eyes were fixed on Chen Yan as if she didn't know what to do next.

Chen Yan paused for a few seconds, then said softly:

"Wenyan."

"Ok?"

"Turn around."

"…oh."

Wen Yan slowly turned around, looked down at her toes, and heard the soft rustling sound of Chen Yan lifting the covers and getting out of bed. Her ears felt a little hot.

Chen Yan exhaled, got up and quickly went into the bathroom, then looked down at a certain restless spot, closed his eyes, and helplessly reached out.

The sound of rushing water reached Wen Yan's ears, and she twitched her ears, as if she had caught something.

When Chen Yan pushed open the door, he saw a pretty girl standing at the head of the bed with her back to him. He only saw her back before closing the bathroom door again.

After much trouble.

We finally got to eat this meal.

Chen Yan treated Wen Yan to dinner.

The steam rising from the hot pot resembled a white thread as the two sat facing each other.

Wen Yan looked up at him and asked again to confirm, "Are you really able to eat hot pot now?"

"can."

He is truly taciturn.

Wen Yan pouted. Actually, she had just had a bad idea and wanted to see him lose his composure, but instead, he told her to turn around!

Shouldn't he just stand up abruptly and tease her when she's embarrassed?

Isn't that how it's written in romance novels?

She poked and prodded with her chopsticks, and a piece of cooked beef landed on the small plate in front of her.

"Something on your mind?" Chen Yan had been observing the girl in front of him for a long time; she practically had the word "awkward" written all over her face.

Wen Yan shook her head, then slowly put the slice of meat into her mouth. The moment she bit down, her eyes lit up!

This is so delicious!

Wen Yan was so focused on cooking that she didn't even notice when Chen Yan sat down next to her.

Only when her long hair, which was in the way behind her, was gently gathered into a handful did she blink and look at the man who was serving her food from the side.

"Eat up, it'll be more convenient this way."

Chen Yan offered a seemingly plausible explanation, but only he knew what he was really thinking.

Wen Yan slowed down because she felt very uncomfortable with the intense gaze fixed on her.

Have she and Chen Yan become that close?

But it seems she was the one who broke down the door first.

Wen Yan is conflicted.

"Is the tattoo still there?" Chen Yanzhu brought up the topic.

Wen Yan nodded, "It's still here!"

The tattoo artist, as if she had opened a floodgate, told him what happened next, then suddenly remembered something and slapped her forehead:

"Oh dear! I should be the one treating you to dinner!"

"It's alright, you can treat next time." Chen Yan smiled happily at her annoyed look. As for who would treat next time, they could talk about it next time. There was always next time.

Wen Yan nodded: "Okay!"

When she was about 70-80% full, Wen's mother suddenly called, "Has Xiaoyan come home yet?"

Wen Yanyi shuddered: "Not yet."

"Oh~ Where is it?" Wen's mother's tone rose, sounding strange, like... a cat discovering a baby mouse and then teasing it lightly.

"...at a hot pot restaurant."

"Oh, you're eating hot pot?"

"Yes." The feeling of being caught and held in someone's palm became increasingly intense.

"With whom?"

Wen Yan glanced at Chen Yan to the side and whispered, "With a... friend."

“My friend~” Mother Wen smiled, her tone becoming more cheerful again.

The word "friend" was emphasized.

Wen's father's loud and boisterous voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Turn around,” said Mother Wen.

Wen Yan turned around hesitantly, and the moment she saw her parents, it was as if she had been struck by lightning. The words on the receiver were crystal clear:

"Let the gentleman who's holding your hair come over and say hello to us."