He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 258 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 8)

Zhou Yan cooked three dishes: one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and one soup.

When it was served, I noticed there was an extra glass of water on the table, and its color was not as clear as usual.

Just as I was wondering, Wen Yan came over, biting into an old popsicle and holding some grapes she had picked: "I made you some honey water."

"For me?" Zhou Yan didn't actually like sweet drinks, but he still held the glass, frowned, and finished drinking it.

"Yes, your voice is so hoarse. Drinking some honey water should help."

Zhou Yan felt a slight stirring in his heart; the honey water slid down his throat, causing a slight itch.

He put down his cup, got up, served the rice, and handed it to her, saying, "I'm going through puberty, so it's normal for my voice to be hoarse."

"Oh," Wen Yan replied obediently.

Just then, he finished his popsicle and blinked, wanting to have another one. As soon as he stood up, Zhou Yan's gaze swept over him: "No more eating."

His dark gaze seemed to fixate on her, and Wen Yan didn't dare to move for a moment. After she came to her senses, she sat back down dejectedly and picked up her chopsticks to eat.

Zhou Yan withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

No wonder they grew up together; he knew what she was going to do with just one look.

Wen Yan pouted and buried her head in her food. She had only eaten half of it when more vegetables were added to her bowl. Zhou Yan's low, husky voice followed: "Eat some vegetables."

Her expression instantly crumpled, and she looked at Zhou Yan with a pitiful look.

Zhou Yan remained unmoved: "No."

She pouted, reluctantly picked up some vegetables, mixed them with rice, and chewed.

Wen Yan doesn't like to eat vegetables; she only picks out meat sandwiches.

Sometimes Bai Wan couldn't persuade her to eat, and she would only eat a few bites when Zhou Yan was around, and even then, Zhou Yan had to put the food in her bowl.

"Eat more."

As more and more vegetables filled her bowl, Wen Yan's resistance grew stronger. However, when she met Zhou Yan's deep gaze, she deflated, slowly picked up a piece of vegetable and put it in her mouth, sulking, "You're bullying me."

Zhou Yan was taken aback: "Where did I bully you?"

Wen Yan poked at the vegetables in her bowl: "It was bullying."

Zhou Yan didn't argue with her about whether he was bullying her or not. He picked up the vegetables with great care and didn't hesitate until he felt that the amount of vegetables for the day had been met before letting her go.

Looking at Wen Yan sitting opposite him, frowning and obediently eating vegetables, Zhou Yan sometimes felt surprised.

No one, not even the school teachers, Bai Wan, or Wen Qingshan, could persuade him, but he became so obedient in his hands.

"I'm done eating." Wen Yan ran into the kitchen with her bowl, afraid that she would be given vegetables again.

Zhou Yan, with a calm expression, poured the remaining vegetables into a bowl: "Put the bowl on the stove, I'll wash it later."

"Know it."

After Wen Yan put down the bowl, her stomach hurt a little, probably because she had eaten too many popsicles. She didn't dare tell Zhou Yan, afraid that he wouldn't let her eat them next time.

As she dawdled out, she saw Zhou Yan eating, picking up pieces of bright green vegetables and putting them into his mouth. Just thinking about it made Wen Yan shudder.

How could you eat so much in one go?

Zhou Yan glanced at her indifferently: "I'm not a picky eater."

Wen Yan: "Then you should eat some meat too."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the meat he had just finished eating, and shut up, feeling a little guilty.

Zhou Yan didn't react much; he didn't care what he ate, as long as it filled his stomach.

He cleared the plates and put them in the sink, washing them along with the bowls Wen Yan had brought in. He also washed some grapes and took them out.

Wen Yan lay on the sofa, hugging a pillow, watching TV.

As Zhou Yan passed by, he glanced at her and said, "You just finished eating, don't lie down for too long."

"Okay." Wen Yan sat up slowly and leaned back on the sofa to watch cartoons.

Zhou Yan turned his gaze back and saw that the kitchen trash was full. After cleaning it up, he picked it up, looked at Wen Yan, and said, "I'm going to throw away the trash."

"Okay, hurry back, I'll be waiting for you at home."

Zhou Yan frowned. In the past, she would always stick to him when he threw out the trash, never missing a single time. Sometimes, if he forgot to call her, she would throw a tantrum. Why was she so obedient today?

Zhou Yan didn't speak. When he came out to clean up the trash in the living room, he suddenly noticed four popsicle sticks and frowned: "Wen Yan."

"Huh?" Wen Yan's eyes were still on the TV when she heard him call out and she subconsciously responded.

Zhou Yan asked in a low voice, "How many popsicles did you eat?"

Wen Yan shuddered and finally managed to look away from the TV, but she didn't dare to look at him. She glanced left and right, looking guilty.

"How many?" Zhou Yan persisted.

“…Four.” Wen Yan said in a very low voice.

Zhou Yan sighed inwardly, "Good boy, you weren't lying."

But then comes the headache: "Ice popsicles are very cold, and it's nighttime, so eating too many can easily upset my stomach."

Then he looked at the pillow buried in her arms and asked, "Does your stomach hurt?"

"No," Wen Yan mumbled.

Zhou Yan said calmly, "There won't be any popsicles next week."

Wen Yan looked aggrieved: "Why? I only ate four."

"Only?" Zhou Yan raised his eyelids and looked at her seriously.

Wen Yan fell silent.

Zhou Yan glanced at her, poured a cup of hot water, placed it on the coffee table, then changed his shoes and went out to throw away the trash.

After the door clicked shut, Wen Yan slowly crawled over, picked up the water glass, and slowly put it into her mouth.

After rinsing my stomach with hot water, the pain lessened a little.

Then, a strong surge of heat gushed out, Wen Yan's mind went blank for a second, and she ran to the toilet the next second.

233 suddenly appeared: "Sir, I have sanitary napkins here."

Wen Yan glanced at it, didn't move, but her lips curled up slightly: "No need, someone will buy it."

"Oh." 233 licked its paws and disappeared.

Wen Yan let out a soft breath.

When I got my first period, especially after eating four popsicles and feeling cold all over, I had a sharp pain in my stomach.

It's already hurting so much, don't waste it.

I silently counted the minutes, and about fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

Zhou Yan's deep, husky voice was slightly disordered: "Wen Yan, are you inside?"

Wen Yan said in a tearful voice, "Zhou Yan, my stomach hurts."

Zhou Yan felt a pang of panic, especially after suddenly seeing a pool of blood on the sofa; his heart leaped into his throat.

He assumed that Zhou Zhi had come to his door during the ten-odd minutes he was away, and even more so, that someone had broken into his home and robbed him.

To his surprise, Wen Yan told him, "I've started my period."

Menstruation?

Zhou Yan's heart, which was pounding in his throat, paused for a moment. He was stunned for a few seconds, but quickly recovered.

Wen Yan's voice was trembling with panic and tears.

Zhou Yan understood that even though she had learned about it in junior high school textbooks, this was, strictly speaking, her first direct experience, so it was inevitable that she would be afraid.

He could even imagine the pitiful sight of her inside, her eyes red and tears streaming down her face.

This was supposed to be something Bai Wan taught her and comforted her, but since Bai Wan wasn't there, it wouldn't matter if he came.

Then, Zhou Yan's low, gentle voice came: "Wen Yan, don't be afraid, this is normal. All girls get it. It might hurt the first time, especially since you just ate four popsicles..."

"You're talking about me." Wen Yan's voice was even more muffled.

Zhou Yan sighed helplessly. She was already emotionally sensitive, and during this special period, it would only be more intense, so he softened his tone even more: "I wasn't talking about you. I'll go buy you sanitary napkins. Wait a minute."

"Okay." Wen Yan wiped away her tears, it hurt.