He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 156 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 14

Wen Yan thought the idea was quite feasible, so he immediately went into a blacksmith shop and came out a short while later with a pair of exquisitely crafted shackles in his pocket.

Meimei walked towards the inn.

He walked a few steps and then circled back, stopping in front of a jewelry shop next to the blacksmith's shop. He bought a men's jade hairpin and went home satisfied.

Pushing open the door to the room, the person lying on the bed was gone.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, touched the bedding, and narrowed her bright eyes slightly.

Warm.

The person hadn't gone very far.

"Little Broken Three, where did Yan and Wei run off to?"

233 quipped, then pointed blankly towards the door.

Wen Yan turned her head dangerously.

The aloof and handsome man stood quietly at the door, his deep red eyes fixed on her... a slender, delicate silver chain in his hand.

As your gaze moves downwards, you'll find an exquisite anklet, radiating a unique luster.

So he didn't run away after all.

The thick atmosphere began to feel strangely eerie.

"Ahem, well, haha, you're awake?"

Wen Yan's toes dug into the ground, her scalp tingling. With trembling hands, she slowly slid the chain into her sleeve, the crisp rattling sound exploding in the quiet air.

"For me?"

Yan Wei walked in unhurriedly, clutching a dangling silver chain from his sleeve, his expression indescribably calm.

It's too quiet.

"No, no, this is for my dad, hahaha..."

Wen Yan chuckled and tried to pull it back, but the man held on tightly, his well-defined knuckles gripping the chain, pulling it around her wrist.

Circle after circle, like tiny silver snakes.

She could have forcefully taken it, but she hesitated to do so, afraid of hurting him.

She tried to negotiate: "I bought this for my dad, so don't fight with him for it. If you like it, I'll buy you an even better one."

She then reached out to take his hand away.

Yan and Wei took a step back, leaving her empty-handed.

"No, this is perfect for me."

His eyes seemed to darken slightly, with a faint, eerie light flickering within them, like a deep red flame flickering within a piece of red agate.

Yan Wei rotated his wrist, feeling the cold, burning sensation of the silver chain brushing against his skin.

A strange sense of excitement crept up to him, and he didn't notice the slight tremor in his voice.

"I like."

Wen Yan frowned, unsure of what to do—should she send it or not?

"no--"

She parted her lips slightly, wanting to offer him some advice.

Yan Wei glanced at her, then parted his thin lips slightly, his clear, low voice undeniably seductive: "I'll cuff you tonight, you hold the other end, okay?"

If men are ranked, then Yan Wei is definitely at the very top.

He was as bright and clear as the moon, like a banished immortal gentleman who had plucked the laurel. Dressed in white, he embraced the snow, and his red eyes were like ice descending, chilling people to the bone.

Gu Ru was like a reincarnated spirit, her thin, red lips slightly curved, her shimmering red eyes sweeping over people with a single glance, captivating them without their realizing it.

She held the silver chain he handed her, still warm from his body, in her soft hands. She took it in a daze, her cheeks flushed.

She tried to explain further: "I'm not that..."

A long, slender finger pressed against her full, moist lips, the cool fingertip gently rubbing against her warm lips.

An unsettling, insidious invasion invaded her entire heart.

The cool, refreshing fragrance, like a heavy snowfall in the dead of winter, forcefully pushed through the air and instantly enveloped her.

I couldn't hear the wind blowing outside the window, only his breathing getting closer and closer.

That's too seductive.

Wen Yan's mind went blank, and he stopped caring about the chain in his hand, letting it fall casually. The dangling silver chain hung down from his right wrist, dragging for quite a while.

etc?

Right wrist?

Wen Yan snapped out of her daze and picked up the chain in frustration. Although she had bought the lightest and most durable one, any chain would still have some weight.

Then she remembered his cold fingertips, and immediately switched hands to touch her lips, pinching his cool fingers, her handsome brows furrowing.

A warm hand enveloped his entire... half of his palm.

It's still cold.

So she took his hand and put it inside her sleeve, pressing it against her warm skin to warm it for him.

Yan Wei watched her work with his head down until the slippery, smooth touch on his palm began to pound against his frantic nerves.

The continuous heat dissipated the chill brought by the autumn wind.

He suddenly realized what was happening.

He slowly straightened his bent body, lowered his eyes, and stared blankly at the chain around his right wrist without looking at her.

Wen Yan closed her eyes and waited for him. After a long time without any movement, she opened her eyes and saw...

Goodness, his attention was completely on the chain.

This is really worrying.

She wasn't a patient person to begin with, but she had developed patience for him out of habit.

Wen Yan didn't call out to him, but instead tiptoed and gave him a deep kiss on the lips.

It's cold and soft.

What does it mean if it's a little stimulating?

So she pecked him again until their eyes met, and his red eyes, shimmering with moisture, inexplicably made her heart flutter.

Wen Yan said in a slightly fierce tone: "Close your eyes."

Yan Wei blinked, closed her shimmering red eyes, bent down, and waited for one light kiss after another.

Not on the lips, but on the trembling eyelids.

"what is this?"

Yan Wei took out a jade hairpin from her sleeve; judging from its style, it was probably a men's style.

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze flashing with danger for a moment before quickly returning to calm.

He was so good at restraint; she could hardly see any of the emotions a normal person should have in him.

It seems there are only extremes.

It's either a mind-blowing frenzy or a deathly silence.

Yan Wei casually rolled up his sleeves and wiped away the newly added teeth marks on his face, his movements already practiced.

"Oh, I almost forgot about it."

Wen Yan took the jade hairpin, then placed his other hand on the back of his neck to cover it, making him lower his head, and inserted the jade hairpin into his hair.

"I bought this especially for you. I passed by that jewelry store and the first thing I saw was you."

She straightened the jade hairpin with great satisfaction.

The jade hairpin has a warm and smooth texture, with a frosty white color mixed with a light and clear hue. It is a new style that I have never seen before.

It suits him exceptionally well.

"And these too, I picked them out on purpose."

Wen Yan then remembered the clothes she had thrown on the ground, and hurriedly opened the outer layer of fabric to show them to him one by one.

They always come in pairs; he has one set, and she has another.

"This one is yours, this one is mine, that one is yours, that one is mine..."

After they finished, she looked at him with a radiant smile: "If we go out dressed like this, people will immediately know that you're someone I'm protecting."

Yan Wei touched the smooth and delicate fabric, which had fine velvet inside, just right for this time of year.

After his internal energy was sealed, his body became increasingly weak, and even the autumn wind made him feel a bone-chilling cold.

This fine fleece might be too hot for others, but it's just right for him.

Yan Wei touched his clothes and for the first time felt that this might not be so bad.

Peaceful and quiet, without conflict or the need for desperate measures.

When I was blind, my hands were always wrapped around my eyes. When ants were gnawing at my heart, the chirping sounds that lingered in my ears drowned out the extremely excited and wicked factors in my blood.

This is a feeling I've never felt before.

Like a cold winter day with a strong wind blowing, she burst through the door with an axe in hand. Upon seeing him, she threw down the axe with a clatter, helped him put on clothes, started a fire to warm his hands, and also repaired his dilapidated and drafty house.

In the following days, Yan and Wei fell into an eerie silence.

Wen Yan didn't disturb him, and even pretended not to notice that he was silent.

She knew he needed time to think, to process, and to see his heart and his feelings clearly through repeated reversals of perception.

She couldn't help him.

Just like she could only teach him little by little how to eat and drink like a normal person, but she couldn't eat and drink for him.

One late night, she groggily took his hand and placed it on her stomach to warm it. Then she turned over, humming softly, and half of her body pressed against him, burying her face in his neck, before falling into a deep sleep.

Yan Wei stared at the roof beam with a complicated expression, but his hand, hidden under the quilt, silently wrapped around her slender waist.

Unconsciously, I gently stroked it.

Yan Yan, what should I choose?