He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 269 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 19)

"Click"

With a slight sound, the door was gently pushed open.

The room was dimly lit, and the moonlight outside the window was faint.

Zhou Yan didn't care about anything, rubbing his aching temples, feeling utterly exhausted.

He reached out to the wall, pressed the switch, and the room was instantly illuminated.

But something was triggered, and Zhou Yan's pupils suddenly trembled. With a snap, the light that had been on for less than a second went out instantly.

You could hear a pin drop in the room.

Zhou Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, his breathing unconsciously softened, and he moved his legs little by little toward the desk.

A girl was sleeping there.

The girl who appears in his dreams every night.

Wen Yan's breathing was long and even. She had turned off the lights and left a small lamp on when she learned that Zhou Yan would be back soon.

When the room light came on just now, her eyelids twitched slightly, but now they are quietly closed.

She listened intently, and the barely perceptible footsteps stopped in front of her, then fell silent.

If it weren't for her suppressed breathing, she would have thought she was the only one in the room.

Wen Yan's mind raced with all sorts of thoughts. In her imagination, Zhou Yan would first be taken aback, then shake her awake with a blank face and tell her: Breaking into a private residence at night is wrong.

He loves hypocrisy the most.

As I was lost in thought, the sound of my breath sprayed onto my cheeks, and the sound of my exhalation gradually became heavier, moving upwards little by little, stopping at my earlobe, and then gradually moving downwards, stopping at my neck, lingering there.

Wen Yan instantly realized that Zhou Yan was sniffing her.

Instantly, an itch crept up from the bottom of her heart to her spine, her scalp tingled and tightened, and her shoulders trembled.

Breathing stopped abruptly.

Wen Yan shifted uneasily, muttering incoherently, "Zhou... Yan, cold."

The girl's soft, gentle voice indicated that she was still dreaming, but Zhou Yan's eyes darkened considerably, and his already deep, unfathomable eyes became even more terrifying.

His breath hitched slightly, and he stared intently at Wen Yan before looking away, lost in thought.

Wen Yan remained motionless in her original posture, but the intimidating gaze had disappeared, and her breathing had become unclear.

Wen Yan panicked. Why didn't they wake her up and instead left?

Just as she was about to wake up naturally, a thin blanket was placed over her.

Zhou Yan seemed to have sat down next to her.

Because his taut muscles were pressed against her legs.

Wen Yan's eyelids, which were about to open, froze. This was not a good time to wake up.

She imagined opening her eyes to find herself facing Zhou Yan's dark, almost consuming gaze.

Wen Yan's shameful decision: go back to sleep.

Soon, a large hand gently lifted her head, and a strong arm squeezed under her arm, its erect muscles pressed against her knees, hot and hard.

She was picked up and then gently put down, sinking into the bed filled with Zhou Yan's scent.

The smell of cold, snowy snow.

Wen Yan was nervous and confused. Does snow have a smell?

No, definitely not.

But Zhou Yan had a very faint fragrance, which was almost imperceptible unless you sniffed carefully.

Her shoes were gently removed, her hands, which had been hanging haphazardly at her sides, were put back into a comfortable position, and then a blanket was draped over her.

The faint scent of snow was no longer fleeting, but enveloped Wen Yan completely, making her feel her skin burning against the blankets and sheets.

Amidst the faint fragrance and lost in thought, Wen Yan actually fell asleep.

As she took a long, even breath, Zhou Yan, who was sitting by the bed, tugged at her hair, lowered his head, and pressed his lips to hers. After an unknown amount of time, he let go, walked to the desk, and put away the book that Wen Yan had been reading for a while.

The book, wrapped in a pink cover, with its large title "Daydreaming," made his heart flutter.

Zhou Yan frowned as his gaze swept over Wen Yan's snoring face on the bed. He pondered that he had taught her so many things, and every single one of them was correct.

He should be the one to teach matters between men and women.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Yan put the book on the bookshelf, pulled up a chair and sat down, then opened his pen and began to write and draw.

There was only one bed in the room, and if Wen Yan slept there, there would be no room left.

Zhou Yan advised himself to go to another room to sleep, as it was not safe to leave her alone here.

You don't even need to think of another reason; you can easily convince yourself.

Zhou Yan continued to bury himself in drawing, but his gaze would occasionally drift to the bed. When he got really sleepy, he would lie down and doze off, and that's how he got through the night.

When I got up in the morning, my arms were numb.

Zhou Yan rubbed his arm, then turned his gaze to the bed, which was empty.

He paused for a moment, then immediately stood up, walked a few steps to the bedside, and touched the blanket; it was warm.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Not a dream.

If it's not a dream, then where is the person?

Did you sneak back early this morning?

Zhou Yan frowned. He regretted not telling her last night that she shouldn't go into a man's room at night.

Just then, Wen Yan suddenly ran out of the bathroom, saw Zhou Yan standing by the bed like a statue, and blinked: "Zhou Yan, what are you doing?"

Hearing the sound, Zhou Yan turned around, his dazed eyes refocusing.

"you……"

"Your bed is so comfortable!"

The two spoke at the same time, one voice low and hoarse, the other cheerful.

"I still want to sleep in it!" Wen Yan opened her bright eyes, as if she had discovered some secret, and solemnly announced, "Zhou Yan, from today onwards, your bed is yours at night and mine during the day!"

Zhou Yan opened his mouth, his eyes looking strange, but he finally succumbed to Wen Yan's persistent and gentle persuasion.

He opened his dim, unreadable eyes and replied in a hoarse voice, "Fine, it's yours."