He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 132 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

"Shen Que, are you alright?"

Wen Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up to see that Shen Que was not in good condition; his whole body was burning hot.

Is this also a reaction to poisoning?

Fire poison?

"Why don't you cool down a bit first?"

Wen Yan turned around to find a cloth dampened with cold water to wipe him, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around her slender waist.

Through a thin layer of fabric, the man's burning hot body pressed firmly against her.

He stood up without her noticing and embraced her from behind.

Wen Yan was confused, so she tilted her head to look at him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Her two red lips were like they were painted with rouge, more alluring and beautiful than the vast expanse of red peonies on the wild mountains in spring.

It was stained with his blood.

Shen Que suddenly didn't want to let her go like that.

Why...why are you not saying anything again?

Humans are aware of potential crises, just like Wen Yan at this moment, who once again had the idea of ​​running away.

His gaze was terrifying, as if he might bite her again at any moment, making sure she was covered in his scent.

Before she could react, he turned her around.

Eyes facing each other.

Wen Yan pressed against his chest, her eyes filled with surprise and helplessness.

"Wen Yan, are you dating anyone?"

"what?"

Did she hear it correctly?

Shen Que... is he talking about dating?

He was stunned for a while, and when he came to his senses, he was pulled into a tight embrace, the force so great that it felt like he wanted to crush her and melt her into his bones, as his heart raced wildly.

"Don't say no."

The stronger the words, the more uneasy the tone.

Shen was genuinely afraid.

Every second she paused felt like a sharp sword hanging over his head; the moment she spoke, the sword would fall, slaying all his delusions.

For over twenty years, he had never expressed gratitude for anything, but now he thanked God for bringing her into his world.

Shen Que unconsciously tightened his grip, and his eyes, buried in her neck, inexplicably welled up with tears.

He couldn't help but wonder if he could be any more selfish...

No, of course he can.

Now that you're here, you can't leave. Yan Yan, stay by his side forever, no matter what your status is.

At that moment, morality and reason intertwined wildly in his mind, weaving a fine web of emotions that ensnared his troubled mind and confused heart.

Having a secret lover is also acceptable.

He was met with an incredibly gentle hug from Wen Yan, just like her—quiet and subtle.

Her slender, fair palm gently stroked his head; his short hair was a little prickly, and her palm tickled.

“I haven’t said anything, you’ve been asking and answering your own questions.”

“Shen Que, listen to me. With me, you will always hear the answer you want.”

"So, let's be a couple."

Shen Que, don't be afraid, don't back down. Just speak out bravely, and I will respond to you when I hear you.

Wen Yan cupped his face in her hands, but... she couldn't quite lift it.

Shen Que's tall body trembled almost imperceptibly.

It was buried even deeper in her neck.

Silent tears welled up, as if they were flowing out to wash away all the suffering that Xiao Shen had endured over the past ten years.

It turns out that when people suppress their emotions for too long, they even learn to cry.

The lit candle burned out, and the moonlight that had been streaming into the room slowly disappeared.

Wen Yan's legs went numb, so she pushed Shen Que onto the bed and sat on his lap herself.

My neck was soaked with sweat.

A hot tear slid down her slender neck and into her open collar.

Like a rotten peony being gently lifted and carefully blown on.

Time stretches out without us even realizing it.

But Wen Yan wasn't in a hurry.

She patted his back muscles and pinched his side waist, showing that she could have a lot of fun by herself.

Shen Que held her tightly, refusing to let go, until she couldn't even see his face.

He is truly pitiful in this world.

With a broken childhood and treacherous neighbors, she couldn't imagine how he had survived to this age.

Wen Yan felt a pang of heartache, but even more so... regret!

The next morning, Wen Yan, lying in bed, sighed so hard her lips were practically blistered.

Why didn't she lift his head up last night?!

A man's tears are a woman's stimulant; just thinking about it is exciting.

But she missed such an exciting scene!

Wen Yan was kicking herself!

After the busy farming season ends, there are two days of rest. I went for one day yesterday, and I have one day left today.

Wen Yan looked up at the dark sky. Since coming to the countryside, she had been working every day and had developed a biological clock.

Since she's home today, let Grandma Shen rest. At least she should wash her own clothes.

Imagine Grandma Shen, leaning on her cane, trudging along the riverbank, swinging her thick washing stick, slowly tapping her dirty clothes, and occasionally rubbing them.

Wen Yan felt ashamed.

I quickly got up, intending to take Grandma Shen's clothes with me to the river to wash them.

But what about the clothes?

I can't find it anywhere.

Did Grandma Shen go to wash up?

She went to Grandma Shen's room and tentatively pushed the door, but it was locked from the inside.

Wait a minute, Grandma Shen hasn't gotten up yet, has she?

"Squeak."

The sound of the courtyard gate opening.

Wen Yan turned around and met Shen Que's gaze.

Hmm, my eyes aren't red anymore, but my pupils are dark, and there's just a little swelling around my eyelids.

The scene from last night resurfaced in my mind.

She eventually drifted off to sleep, and in her memory, it seemed that Shen Que carried her back, wiped her feet, and tucked her in.

After that, I think I kissed her?

If I remember correctly.

The sudden change in their identities created an awkward situation for the two.

"Uh, you're up so early?"

"Ah."

Shen Que hummed in agreement, subconsciously hiding the basin in his hand.

Wen Yan, with her sharp eyes, noticed: "Wait, what are you holding in your hand?"

"No...it's nothing, just a few pieces of clothing."

Shen Que avoided him for a moment, then turned to walk inside.

"Why are you panicking if there's nothing wrong? You're even stuttering."

She sat down on her own and forcefully took the basin from behind him, her face turning bright red in just one glance.

“Shen Que…”

Shen Que hurriedly covered her mouth, bent down and softened his eyes: "Yan Yan, let's go outside to talk, Grandma hasn't gotten up yet."

Wen Yan was both embarrassed and angry, and she pinched his waist muscles and wouldn't let go.

Having no other choice, Shen Que simply put the basin aside, picked her up with one hand, and walked out.

"You wash all my clothes?"

Shen Que nodded, his ears turning red, his eyes darting around, not daring to look at her.

His tall figure appeared noticeably shorter.

"Then, then, you washed all my, my little clothes too?"

Wen Yan's speech was unclear, and his face was as red as his ear tips. The cool morning breeze only intensified the heat.

So, she thought it was Grandma Shen who washed it, but it turned out to be him, the snail-headed gentleman!

Upon hearing this, Shen Que's fingertips trembled, as if he were thinking about the feel of those little clothes, and his face turned red to the roots of his neck.

He nodded slightly.

She spoke with a sense of resignation, her voice low and somber: "It's all my fault. I washed all your clothes, inside and out."

"Stop talking, stop talking."

Wen Yan covered his mouth.

Shen Que obediently shut up, staring intently at her.

It softened her heart.

Wen Yan coughed lightly, "Did you wash Grandma Shen's clothes too?"

Shen Que shook his head.

Will you help me wash or will you help Grandma wash?

"No, Grandma washes her clothes right away after she takes them off."

"That……"

"Xiao San, Xiao Yan, what are you doing over there?"

Wen Yan quickly stopped what she was doing, turned around and smiled and waved to Grandma Shen: "I was discussing something with Shen Que, and I didn't say it in the yard so as not to disturb you, Grandma."

"Oh, is that so? It's alright, it's alright. Old people need less sleep."

Grandma Shen slowly walked to the door.

"Hey, Xiaoyan, you're really hardworking. You're so tired from the busy farming season, yet you still wash clothes every day. When I get up in the morning, all the clothes are already neatly hung up to dry."

"It smells so good, just like a young girl's scent. That third son of a bitch could never wash clothes that smell this good..."

"Ah, ha...yes, yes."

Wen Yan nodded stiffly, and secretly kicked Shen Que when Grandma Shen wasn't paying attention.

Does it smell good?

It was all washed by your good grandson.