He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 285 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 4

In Wen Yan's memory, tattoos were either large full-sleeve designs with blue dragons and white tigers.

For a more flamboyant look, there are butterflies, peonies, and all sorts of brightly colored plants and animals.

Black python tattoos are very rare.

She hesitated for a moment, her fingertips moving back and forth across the small tattoo design.

Do I really want to get a tattoo?

Tattoos... must hurt a lot.

She is afraid of pain.

Can I use anesthesia?

No.

Wen Yan hesitated and put the idea aside.

My stomach rumbled. I checked the time; it was past 1 p.m. If I didn't eat lunch soon, I'd get too hungry.

So I opened the food delivery app and randomly selected one.

While waiting for the delivery, more customers came into the store. This time it was a pair of sisters, probably best friends, who chose a pair of matching rings.

"Miss, your wind chimes are so unique! Do you sell them?" one of the long-haired girls asked.

Wen Yan glanced down at the tattered bells on her skirt and smiled, "Yes, do you need the one I'm wearing now or one that's custom-made?"

The long-haired girl looked surprised: "You can customize it?"

"correct."

Next, Wen Yan explained the customization process to the girl. The girl asked about the price, found it acceptable, and then she and her friend each customized one.

Upon hearing that she could save a lot of money by having her money repaired, she immediately pulled her friends to sit in the silver shop and chatted and laughed as they worked together.

Remembering that there were still pre-sale orders that hadn't been fulfilled, Wen Yan picked up the rubber mallet again and started hammering.

"Miss, do you think I'm smashing it correctly?" the long-haired girl called out to her.

Wen Yan walked over with a gentle smile on her face, radiating warmth and approachability: "Let me take a look for you!"

dang dang...

The sound came again.

Chen Yan struggled to turn over. He hadn't slept well for several days, and the dark circles under his eyes had become more pronounced. The black python clinging to his shoulder blades seemed to have a sinister and ruthless quality, as if it were about to come alive.

He buried his head in the blanket, trying to cover up the thumping sound.

However, it was of no use.

Even the deliberate attempt to mask the noise created a 3D surround sound, making the thumping sounds seem to come from afar and then recede into the distance, causing a headache and a racing heart.

Nothing can be done.

Chen Yan finally got up, put on his clothes, and thought he would go to a tattoo shop to deal with it.

Otherwise, they will die suddenly from lack of sleep sooner or later.

The elevator stopped once on the twentieth floor and then continued downwards. When the elevator doors opened again, he saw that timid face again, its deer-like eyes widening at the sight of him.

Wen Yan never expected that she would run into Chen Yan again when she went downstairs to pick up her takeout.

In the past two days, apart from yesterday when he took the initiative to contact them, they have already bumped into each other twice.

His expression grew more and more frightening with each passing moment!

This time, they completely ignored her, and the air pressure around her was as low as the cold air in an air-conditioned room.

He had a fierce look about him, as if he was insatiable.

The eyes were red and swollen, and the dark circles under the eyes were becoming more and more obvious, which looked like sleep deprivation caused by staying up late.

But this didn't detract from his handsome face; instead, it gave him a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of decadence, listlessness, or apathy) handsome look. He lowered his head slightly, and his extremely indifferent eyes swept over...

and many more!

Why am I seeing eyes again?

The man's voice followed coldly: "Haven't you seen enough yet?"

Wen Yan quickly looked away.

Why is it okay for him to look at her, but not for her to look at him? That's an excessive double standard.

"I'm not looking at you, I'm looking at your dark circles." Wen Yan found a legitimate reason: "Young people should stay up less and get more sleep. Lack of sleep will ruin your health."

"laugh."

Who is he suffering from sleep deprivation for?

Chen Yan said slowly, "I sleep downstairs from you, and with all this banging and banging every day, how can I sleep?"

Wen Yan blinked, finally realizing what he meant by "keep your voice down!"

"You're staying below my shop? But isn't there a hotel downstairs?" Wen Yan asked, puzzled.

What's so strange about staying in a hotel?

That's true, what's so strange about staying in a hotel?

Recalling the intermittent hammering sounds, which could indeed disturb people's afternoon nap, Wen Yan hesitated for a moment before speaking sincerely:

"I'm sorry to have disturbed your afternoon nap, but my shop needs to be open during the day. Could you ask the customers to keep their voices down during your lunch break?"

Chen Yan closed his dry eyes and waited for her to finish before speaking:

"It's not lunch break."

"I sleep during the day and work at night, my sleep schedule is completely reversed."

"The sound of hammering from above hasn't stopped during the day for the past few days."

Wen Yan was stunned.

She now understood why he looked so pale.

She hadn't slept well for several days in a row; if it were her, her complexion would only be worse.

However, she couldn't just close the shop out of consideration for him.

Wen Yan bit her lip silently, looking at a loss.

Chen Yan's gaze lingered on her tightly clenched lips for a second, just as he was about to say something.

Seeing that he was clearly going to bring this up, Wen Yan racked her brains to find a way to refuse.

Just then, the elevator reached the bottom, and as soon as the doors opened, Wen Yan quickly said, "Um, the elevator's here, I'll be going now."

After saying that, he ran away as fast as he could.

Before Chen Yan could even finish speaking, she had already slipped away faster than a rabbit.

The sentence that was on the tip of his tongue, "Let's discuss and come up with a solution that meets our respective needs," lingered for a moment before being swallowed back down.

My head aches slightly.

I don't know if it's because I didn't sleep well or because we couldn't reach an agreement.

The second time.

Chen Yan stared at the figure running further and further away, without making a move.

After running out of the commercial building, Wen Yan looked around, went around to another entrance to get her takeout, and then pressed the elevator button to go upstairs.

My heart was pounding, and with each deep breath, I was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

My stamina isn't what it used to be.

After catching her breath, Wen Yan came to a conclusion and decided to exercise sometime another day.

When she arrived at the store, the other customer was almost finished preparing their food. After waiting a while and seeing them off, Wen Yan finally opened the takeout bag.

"buzzing"

My phone suddenly vibrated. I picked it up and saw it was a video call from Wen's mother. I answered it casually and propped it up next to the rubber mallet. Wen's mother's enlarged face appeared on the screen.

At that moment, Wen's mother looked around to make sure no one was there before lowering her voice and bringing the receiver closer: "Xiao Yan, Mom has something to tell you."

"Your father fiddled with his phone all day, making several calls to inquire about the civil service exam. Did you agree to come back?"

Wen Yan paused in her hand as she unpacked the bag. "No, there isn't any."

"Hiss, that's strange. Has the old man gone crazy waiting for you?" Wen's mother hissed softly, her sharp eyes catching sight of the takeout bag, and her brows furrowed again: "Ordering takeout again? Takeout isn't healthy."

As Wen Yan unpacked the food, she replied, "I have to watch the shop, so I don't have time to cook. Besides, if I make it this morning and bring it over, it will be cold."

Like all parents who worry about their children who are away from home, Wen's mother felt a pang of heartache: "I told you to come back, but you wouldn't listen. You haven't even had a hot meal while you've been away."

The two chatted for a long time until Wen Yan finished her meal before hanging up the phone.

There weren't many customers in the afternoon, so it was quite quiet.

Wen Yan unconsciously slowed her pace and even tried hitting the hammer a few times, as if testing how to make the least noise.

As evening approached, the small shop gradually became busier, with four couples coming in to have rings made.

Wen Yan used to teach them how to use a rubber-tipped hammer and how to carve characters. While waiting for them to finish, she also worked hard to complete the silver jewelry.

Addiction (tattoo shop).

Chen Yan casually tied up the stray hairs on his forehead with a black headband, covered his face with a black mask, and calmly focused his penetrating eyes on the pattern he was tattooing, his serious and focused expression revealing an indescribable charm.

Even though nothing is showing, and her fingers are completely covered, you know, the more abstinent she is, the sexier she is.

The female customer who accompanied her friend to get a tattoo suddenly had a glint in her eye.

Upon closer inspection, wow! Not only is the person impressive, but the tattoo designs are also incredibly lifelike, as if real creatures have landed on the skin.

What kind of tattoo artist is this?!

That tattoo depicts the latter half of her life!

I promptly pulled out my phone and started typing away, sharing with my online community, and quickly wrote a post: On the Male Bodhisattvas in the Alley, Taged ascetic and sexy...