He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 154 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 12

Yan Wei looked up at her with a serious expression, his eyes blank yet stubborn. At this moment, he probably didn't even know what his husband meant, but he was inexplicably concerned.

My heart was pounding wildly, like a runaway horse.

He slowly cupped her face in his hands, his captivating eyes fixed on her without flinching.

Slender fingertips slid slowly down from the corner of her eye, finally stopping on her full, plump lips, where she unconsciously rubbed them lightly.

Was he drunk?

Why is it so alluring?

Wen Yan met his dangerously aggressive gaze, her blushing cheeks reflected in his beautiful, agate-like eyes.

He was still gently pressing his lips against hers, making no other movements, and seemed somewhat lost.

Yan Wei moved closer to her, listening to her long, thin breaths as if they were exhaling into his ear. He was dissatisfied but couldn't express what he wanted, so he just moved closer and closer.

He closed his eyes the moment their foreheads touched.

Their breaths mingled.

A chilling sensation surged through me; even though we'd already done the most intimate things, my body still trembled slightly, and my heart was beating abnormally fast.

She called her softly, her voice so gentle that even her father would freeze in shock and deny that she was his daughter.

"Yan and Wei?"

"No."

He was still conscious and knew how to respond to himself.

But what does "not" mean?

Wen Yan seemed to have thought of something, her bright eyes sparkling with a dazzling light. She carefully wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled as she spoke:

"Husband."

"Ah."

Wen Yan chuckled to himself; he really was a closet pervert.

“My husband, it’s me, Yan Yan.”

"Yes, Yan Yan."

"My husband, I am your wife."

"Yes, my wife."

When Yan Wei is drunk, he's really easy to coax; he's both obedient and easy to please.

He'll say whatever he's told to say, and do whatever he's told to do.

The only prerequisite is that his unique title, "husband," must be added before issuing any instructions.

Yan Wei's mind was a complete fog; he couldn't discern directions or perceive anything around him.

All he knew was that a soft, sweet voice called him "husband," so he followed her step by step, his red eyes, which had been bullied to the point of being filled with tears.

All he knew was that there was a little girl who was being unreasonable and insisted on calling him that.

He responded repeatedly, his handsome, thin lips curving into a barely perceptible smile.

If he agrees, that thorny flower bud will shield him beneath its body and treat him kindly and firmly, without any ulterior motive.

Yan Wei has met many people, but none of them are as pure and easy to understand as Wen Yan.

Was he drunk?

Let him be drunk.

Wen Yan coaxed him to take off his outer robe and lie on the bed. His dark hair spread across the bed, with a few strands occasionally slipping out. He opened his red eyes and quietly looked at her.

She swallowed.

Guilty sin.

When he's conscious, she always tries to take advantage of him, but now that he's lying obediently in her bed, she suddenly becomes reserved and understands the meaning of the word "gentleman."

She remained motionless, standing by the bed looking around.

Yan Wei's eyes darkened for a moment, then quickly became confused. He hooked his little finger around hers, and the smooth touch made his Adam's apple bob.

He pulled her into his arms without much effort, lowered his head and gently cupped her soft face, finding the right spot to give her a light kiss.

Then they moved to another place.

Like a naive and discerning young wolf, it sniffs its treasures carefully, and then slowly and deliberately marks them with its own scent.

Wen Yan shamefully closed her eyes, her mind in turmoil.

After becoming completely confused, my mind became increasingly certain of one thing:

We must urge him to continue this good habit of drinking!