He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 309 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 28

The long corridors and alleys were silent, and the rapid breathing became even more pronounced under the cover of night.

It felt like a breath was being whispered in my ear, making my ear both hot and itchy.

Inside the banquet hall, glasses clinked and whispers of conversation were barely audible, like a dream.

It wasn't until Chen Yan kissed her neck that Wen Yan felt it was real. His burning lips were like flaming jelly, so hot that Wen Yan felt like her soul was about to leave her body. She struggled to support his face, turned her head and took a breath, and asked, "Where is your room?"

Chen Yan was still conscious, but not very much, and said in a hoarse voice, "Fourth floor, the innermost part."

Wen Yan dangled in front of him, and for a moment she was like a ripe peach that bent the branch, making him want to hug her and take a big sip.

One moment it feels soft and fluffy, and you feel an itch to press your face against it and bury it in it.

His handsome face flushed, his eyes fixed on the pink lips with faint teeth marks.

Chen Yan watched with envy, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Even the most oblivious person would realize something was wrong.

Wen Yan struggled to support him, and they went around the courtyard and up to the fourth floor through the back door.

"Is this it?"

Chen Yan nodded.

Wen Yan then helped the person into the room, and the first thing Chen Yan did upon entering was to lock the door from the inside.

He couldn't muster any strength, so he half-pressed on Wen Yan's shoulder to press the lock until he was sure the door couldn't be opened from the outside before he slid down with no strength left.

Wen Yan quickly pulled him towards her, asking, "Chen Yan, are you alright?"

The girl's unique fragrance wafted gently at my nose. In the enclosed space, it felt as if I were wearing a thin veil, and even taking a breath made me choke.

The room was dark and quiet with the lights off. It took me a while to get used to it, and the fragrance from all around was wafting into my nose.

My hair, my neck, everything smells wonderful!

Wen Yan was oblivious, thinking he was about to fall, and hurriedly pressed the back of his head and pulled him up to his shoulder and neck.

"Yanyan," Chen Yan's voice was hoarse, "be good and go away?"

Negotiative tone.

Wen Yan is the best at negotiating.

She blinked her clear, bright eyes, a mischievous glint in them, and quickly refused, "I don't want to! I can't leave you behind!"

Chen Yan tried to persuade and coax her, but to no avail, which only fueled his own passion.

Wen Yan seemed startled, her eyes welling up with tears: "Why is it so hot!"

Chen Yan felt a pang of pity. Yan Yan was so well-behaved; if she knew she had been drugged, she would probably help her.

But he didn't want to do that. It was unfair to her. Without any measures or preparations, and only a few empty promises, how was he any different from those scumbags who deceive girls?

"It's okay, a soak in cold water will do the trick." Chen Yan struggled to his feet, and Wen Yan helped him to the bathroom, ran cold water for him, and watched him sit down.

Chen Yan stared intently at the person sitting obediently by the bathtub, his eyes filled with worry.

He cursed himself for being a bastard.

For a moment, he really wanted to just lock the bathroom door from the inside and pull her into the water to do something else.

Wen Yan leaned over and touched his face. "It's still so hot."

Chen Yan tried to back away, but she kept touching him until his hands, which were originally a little cold, were warm.

Chen Yan involuntarily moved closer, but reason pulled him back, and he said with difficulty:

"Yanyan, go get me a new bath towel. It's in the second compartment from the left at the bottom of the wardrobe."

Without thinking much, Wen Yan turned around and quickly ran to get a bath towel. She had only taken a few steps out of the bathroom when the door was locked...

?

She was dumbfounded!

no?

Wen Yan rummaged around and found the bath towel. Holding it, she ran to the bathroom door and knocked, "I got it! Why is the door closed?"

"fine."

"You're burned to a crisp, and you say you're fine?"

As Chen Yan worked, her cheeks burned, half from the medicine and half from embarrassment. "It's just that I drank too much and have a fever."

Wen Yan became even more anxious upon hearing this, "Then let me take a look! What if she faints?"

Chen Yan paused for a few seconds, then resignedly said, "Yan Yan, I'm taking a shower. I... I'm shy."

The last few words were still a bit difficult to say.

Wen Yan touched her nose.

That made her look like a female hooligan.

He simply sat down at the bathroom doorway: "Then, I'll wait for you here?"

Chen Yan nodded, then, remembering that she was blind, replied with an "okay".

After a long pause, he spoke again.

"How about you talk to me, Yan Yan?"

His voice became even hoarser.

Wen Yan recounted recent events as instructed, occasionally asking him to respond.

Chen Yan looked at his hands, then, in a sinful act, he deceived the girl outside the door, occasionally humming in agreement, continuing his unfinished business in the sweet voice outside.

Shameful yet addicted.

Wen Yan listened intently, the suppressed voice coming in fits and starts, making her ears burn.

He coughed awkwardly and asked 233, "Is he... alright?"

233 said seriously, "It's okay, he's healthy, he'll be fine soon."

Then, after an unknown amount of time, Wen Yan stared wide-eyed at the intermittent, yet still continuous noise from the bathroom, silently asking a question.

233 (Serious face): "Isn't this great?"

"Let's go, let's go." Wen Yan chased people away.

233 retreated immediately.

The glass of wine was originally meant for the male and female leads, but she ended up giving it to her own boyfriend.

However, my boyfriend has a high degree of self-control.

Wen Yan curled her lips and took out a thin black hair clip from her hair, then tugged it at the lock.

The man was engrossed in his work and didn't notice the subtle noise until the door was pushed open and he met Wen Yan's eyes.

Chen Yan stumbled into the bathtub in a panic, choked on a mouthful of water, and his mind went blank.

it's over...

She saw it.

He was completely naked, and the splashing water landed on the slippery tiles at Wen Yan's feet.

Wen Yan blushed as red as a persimmon, unsure of what to do with her hands.

"Yan Yan, let me explain."

"You've been given Chinese medicine."

Two voices were uttered at the same time, and then both fell silent at the same time.

Chen Yan hadn't recovered from the shock when her eyes widened again. "How did you know?"

"I found it online." Wen Yan showed him her phone screen. "The internet says there's only one way..."

She glanced at his hand, then lowered her head, as if she had made a great decision, and leaned forward to kiss his lips, which were soft and bounced back.

Chen Yan didn't quite catch on, so she pouted and waited.

By the time I realized what was happening and tried to stop them, my hand was already around their waist.

No, no!

"Yanyan, listen to me, this is too unfair to you."

It was supposed to be a beautiful thing, not something controlled by drugs.

Wen Yan ignored what he said and bent down again. This time, the water had soaked her front and made her feel a little cold.

Chen Yan glanced at it, and his anger, which had subsided a little, surged up again.

"It's cold, put in hot water first..."

He fumbled to change the water in the bathtub, while his mouth kept sucking on the person's chin.

A warm current drenched them in a hazy, humid mist, leaving them both heavy with sweat, each drop more intense than the last.

Chen Yan was very strong, and Wen Yan felt that no part of her body belonged to her, but to Chen Yan.

Every inch of my skin is on fire.

Chen Yan threw his coat on her skirt, and the phone inside rang again and again.

Old Chen cursed and kept hitting the dog: "That bastard ran off without saying goodbye again."

Old Chen opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He really wanted to say, "Dad, what you just said insults us all..."