He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 297 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 16

Wen Yan thought she had misread it.

She even looked up once more to confirm Chen Yan's dark, burning gaze, which seemed as if a building was about to collapse.

I felt completely lost and at a loss.

She... she only showed her collarbone, didn't she?

The loose neckline of the round-neck pajamas revealed a glimpse of her fair collarbone, which slid along the neckline with her movements, bathed in a soft glow from the warm yellow light.

Chen Yan's breath hitched for a moment.

I closed my eyes and took a shallow breath. When I opened my eyes again, I wondered if it was just my imagination, but I felt as if there was a faint fragrance wafting towards my nose.

He's not someone who can't handle things; he wouldn't crumble at the sight of a collarbone.

The main reason is still for her.

The girl on the other end of the video was panicking, looking down and not daring to look at him.

Chen Yan's heart raced, his blood seemed to heat up, he leaned forward slightly, and his eyes were glued even more tightly to the phone screen.

She was wearing the most ordinary pajamas, her eyelashes trembling nervously, as if she wanted to hide.

Chen Yan hurriedly said, "Wen Yan, don't hide."

The husky voice stopped Wen Yan in her tracks. She pursed her lips and said, "Mm."

I don't know whether to agree with him or give him a yes.

In the end, we were still on the other end of the phone, staring at each other with our eyes wide open.

Even after hanging up the phone, Chen Yan shook his head, covered his eyes with his palm to hide the turmoil in them, and smiled helplessly.

He seemed to be lamenting his own immature behavior, but his heart still inevitably crumbled.

There's no hope.

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When you say you're going to pursue something, you really mean it.

Just a few days.

The Wenyan shop is already filled with all kinds of flowers, and there's no room left at home to put them.

For the first time in so many worlds, there was a glimmer of hope for a normal romantic relationship. Wen Yan's eyes lit up with a sense of wonder.

Turning my head, I saw Chen Yan holding a manta rose at the side door.

I don't know when it started, but the side door has never been closed again.

He stood there wearing a pure black T-shirt and pure black trousers, which made even the roses in his arms seem a bit sharp.

Wen Yan looked at him first, and then shifted her gaze to the roses she was holding in her arms.

A large bunch of grayish-purple roses, layered upon layered, was held against her chest, ostentatiously and flamboyantly.

He arrived right on time, carrying an insulated lunchbox.

Chen Yan remained taciturn, steadily stepping forward to hand her the flowers. He then unfolded the folding table that had been put away yesterday, placed the lunch boxes on it, and opened them one by one.

With no obstruction, an enticing aroma wafted over, and Wen Yan swallowed hard before leaning closer to see today's dishes.

Plump, white shrimp are drizzled with rich broth, garnished with diced carrots and corn kernels, tender and flavorful spare ribs that fall off the bone at a glance, and golden-brown chicken wings sprinkled with a thin layer of secret seasoning, all served with a bowl of light and refreshing mushroom soup.

It smells so good!

The steamed white rice was plump and fluffy. With a bite of vegetables and a bite of rice, Wen Yan felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in her stomach.

As early as when Chen Yan first delivered the food, she asked where the dishes were packed and decided to list this restaurant as her top choice.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Yan smiled and said that he made it himself, and if he liked it, he would make it again.

It takes a whole week to do that.

A different meal every day.

Wen Yan was initially embarrassed, but the food smelled so good that she shamefully fell for it.

Not to mention that Chen Yan was so thoughtful that he even prepared cat food.

San San would squat in front of the shop at the appointed time, swallowing her saliva as she waited for Mr. Snail.

Wen Yan looked up and secretly sized up Chen Yan. The coldness that had gathered on his handsome and sharp face completely melted when he saw her.

The thought of him washing his hands and cooking in the kitchen with that face makes my heart pound uncontrollably.

"What's wrong?" Noticing her gaze, Chen Yan looked down and asked.

"It's nothing." Wen Yan shook her head, then nodded in affirmation of his cooking: "It's delicious!"

Chen Yan smiled, picked up a small piece of spare rib for her, then patted her head and said nothing more.

When he first ate hot pot with her, he saw her eyes sparkle after she bit into a piece of meat, and he knew this trick would work.

"Is there anything else you like?" Chen Yan asked, using the conversation as an opportunity to subtly inquire about her preferences.

After waiting for a while without hearing Wen Yan speak, I thought her voice was too soft, so I leaned down and asked again, only to hear the little girl's voice:

“There’s no such thing as asking openly. Boss Chen needs to learn to observe for himself.” She poked at the rice grains in her bowl, feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

Chen Yan's lips curled up into a slow smile. "Alright, I'll observe."

That smile made Wen Yan feel like a cat was scratching her heart, and her cheeks felt hot.

She found that when she was with Chen Yan, she always turned into a mimosa plant; with a flick of his hand, she would tremble and curl up.

It can't go on like this!

She wanted to stand up straight, just like in her dream!

Seeing that she suddenly sat up straight, her expression lively, as if she had something to say, Chen Yan spoke first, asking, "What's wrong—"

Before he could finish speaking, his cheek was quickly pressed against hers. He belatedly realized that it seemed to be a little girl's... lips.

He's getting bolder.

After a moment of surprise, Chen Yan's first reaction was to turn his head to look at her, but his chin was lifted by an extremely delicate finger, and when he looked up, his eyes suddenly met hers with embarrassment.

Wen Yan hurriedly grabbed a tissue and wiped his face haphazardly, saying, "I'm so sorry! I forgot I just finished eating!"

The oily lips left an oily mark.

God knows how furious she felt when she saw the oil stains on Chen Yan's face!

So embarrassing...

Wen Yan was immersed in her own inner world when her wrist was suddenly grabbed by the man. Chen Yan took advantage of the position where her chin was lifted and tilted his head back to place a light kiss on her chin.

"It's ok."

Rough hands rubbed back and forth on his chin: "...This one has no marks."

The man looked up at her, his eyes clearly reflecting her face. His gaze was focused and earnest, his thin lips slightly curved, exuding an indescribable, subtle allure.

Wen Yanxin paused for a second.

Then someone gently touched his chin, with extreme tenderness.

His lips were cool, touching mine for only a moment before pulling away, sending a tingling sensation through me.

Chen Yan tilted his head back and clearly caught her momentary tremor. In a good mood, he brushed the strands of hair that had slipped down her cheek, patted her head, and got up to tidy up.

Wen Yan let go in a daze, took a step back in a daze, and with Chen Yan's guidance, withdrew from between his legs, and was then dazed as his head was touched.

After a series of actions, my violently beating heart finally calmed down a little.

Just then, Wen's mother called and said:

"Xiaoyan, your father and I are going back first. Remember to take good care of yourself."

"Huh? Weren't you just planning to leave for the neighboring province today?"

"We're not going. Something went wrong at the guesthouse, so we need to go back and check it out. We've had someone drive the car back for you."

Wen Yan frowned slightly: "Did something happen at home?"

"It's nothing serious..."

The area seemed to be a tourist area commercial street, with a lot of noise. Wen's father seemed to have taken the phone and said something, but Wen Yan couldn't hear clearly. She only vaguely heard something about returning the car and giving her the keys.

So he answered and hung up the phone.

Not long after, Green Bubble added a new friend verification message with the note: "Ms. Wen, when is it convenient for you? I have been asked by your father to return the car."

It must have been to help her parents drive the car back to her.

She made a last-minute decision to go home, which prevented her from seeing them off.

Wen Yan sighed and looked at the friend's verification message again, which was neither classical nor vernacular.

It reads very strangely.

Then I looked at the WeChat name: Gentle Breeze and Light Clouds.

The profile picture is a string of Buddhist prayer beads.

Wen Yan's mouth twitched. "Where did Dad find this person?"