He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 294 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 13

"Mr. Chen?"

19th floor, room 1901.

Wen Yan tentatively knocked on the door, her white fingers tapping lightly three times, producing a muffled thud.

There was no movement in the house.

Was he fast asleep and didn't hear?

Wen Yan pursed her lips and increased the pressure, her knuckles turning slightly red from the recoil, and she gradually felt uneasy.

After a long silence, she didn't hesitate to take out her phone and press the voice call button she had been agonizing over for so long.

Ring ring ring ring...

Wen Yan pressed her ear close to the door and could faintly hear a ringing sound.

But no one answered the phone even after the long ringing stopped.

"San San, is he really inside?" Wen Yan asked doubtfully.

The black cat leaped onto his shoulder and replied, "Yes."

After a moment's hesitation, she added, "But he seems a little off—"

boom!

Before 233 could finish speaking, Wen Yan lightly kicked the door, and the door opened with a loud bang, trembling...

233: ...

He immediately turned his head left and right to look for the camera, then stared at the tiny red light flashing above the corridor.

It silently turned its head, its only sight being Wen Yan's slender and thin back as she burst through the door.

The cat opened its mouth and then closed it again.

Sir, is it really necessary to be so violent?

Actually, you can get your room key from the front desk...

Chen Yan's cheeks were burning red, her phone kept vibrating in her ear, but her arms wouldn't obey her commands, and she could barely lift them.

His eyes, blurred by the fever, saw only a fog everywhere he looked, and in his daze, he seemed to hear someone call his name, "Chen Yan."

Is it a dream?

I've called him Boss Chen or Master Chen, but I've never called him Chen Yan.

Suddenly, my eyelids were pried open by two soft, cool hands. The movements weren't exactly gentle, but the urgent words cleared my mind and my vision seemed to become a little clearer.

"Chen Yan! Chen Yan!?"

Are you awake?

"Are you still alive?"

Wen Yan anxiously touched his face haphazardly with her fingers.

So hot!

He reached out to check Chen Yan's breath and felt a faint breath before his heart, which had been in his throat, finally calmed down a little.

She pressed her ear to Chen Yan's lips, "Chen Yan, can you hear me?"

A flurry of slapping brought Chen Yan back to his senses a little.

He thought to himself that she was even more unguarded and charming in his dream.

He gave a soft "hmm".

Wen Yan heard it.

It's good that he's still conscious.

She glanced around, found the bathroom, rushed in, grabbed one, two, or three towels, rinsed them under cold water, wrung them out, and ran out to place them on Chen Yan's forehead and neck.

Then use another towel to wipe him down briefly.

Chen Yan only wore underwear to bed, which was convenient for her.

After ordering urgent fever-reducing medication and a thermometer on her phone, Wen Yan changed the cold towel three more times to continue physical cooling.

Chen Yan was very well-behaved after she fell ill, letting him do whatever he wanted.

But those misty eyes opened and quietly looked at her.

Wen Yan was wiping his chest with a cold towel when she was caught off guard by his aggressive gaze and was momentarily at a loss.

Especially since her hand was pressed on the man's pectoral muscles.

It even gives the illusion of taking advantage of someone.

Her face flushed slightly, and she silently told herself that she was saving someone, and this was a normal phenomenon.

But the man was still staring at him.

Wen Yan simply closed his eyes manually, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Chen Yan, I didn't mean to take advantage of you, I was saving you."

Chen Yan couldn't hear clearly, only vaguely hearing the words "taking advantage," and all he could hear was the girl's sweet and soft voice, making his body even hotter.

Wen Yan was shocked!

Isn't it getting colder there?

The hotter it gets, the lower it gets?

Just when I didn't know what to do, the expedited medicine I ordered online arrived.

She rushed to the door to get the medicine as if she had found a lifeline, and then returned as quickly as possible to feed Chen Yan the medicine.

I took the temperature again, and it was 39 degrees Celsius!

In his dazed state, Chen Yan seemed to have been fed something that tasted like oranges and was cloyingly sweet.

Before he could even savor the taste, the sweet water was fed to him, and he swallowed it instinctively.

Throughout the entire process, her delicate little hand rested on her chin, her fingertips wiping away the overflowing water.

This dream felt so real.

It's so realistic you can almost smell the delicate scent of her skin; the girl's unique fragrance slowly fills your nose as her body temperature rises.

He moved his lips slightly and suddenly took the girl's fingertip, which was wiping her thin lips, into his mouth.

He squinted his eyes, staring at the increasingly clear and pinkish cheeks in front of him.

Like the crimson clouds on the horizon.

"Yanyan, my sweet baby..."

A low, gentle voice rang out, sending a tingling sensation straight to the bone.

Wen Yan's brain and cheeks were like a bursting pink cloud, and the tickling sensation in her earlobe made her heart tingle.

"Chen, Chen Yan..." Wen Yan stammered, her eyes trembling as she looked at him, revealing a disbelief-filled glint.

Is he conscious now?

Will he remember it when he's sober?

He remembered the meeting later...

No, Wen Yan broke free from her extreme shyness, took out her phone and pressed record, shamefully wanting to listen to it again, so she tempted him with a trembling voice:

"Chen, Chen Yan, please call me again, okay?"

Chen Yan's head was spinning and heavy, and her eyelids were very heavy, but she still obediently called out again, "Yan Yan... my good baby..."

Gudong.

It's the sound of swallowing in the throat.

Wen Yan pulled her hand away from his mouth, blushed, and turned off her phone. Seeing that he was staring at her, she covered his eyes with her hand, her heart pounding.

The eyelashes beneath his palm trembled for a moment, then slid down the lines of his hand and slowly closed.

Once she felt the man's breathing become steady, Wen Yan collapsed onto the bed.

Touch your cheek.

It was just as hot as him.

Then she noticed the blanket that she had pushed to one side, and the man's fair, well-defined muscles were exposed in front of her, temporarily captivating all her senses.

Wen Yan glanced carefully at the sleeping man and touched his pectoral muscles with her index finger.

Soft, soft.

It will bounce back.

call!

Wen Yan exhaled hot air and fanned her cheeks with her fingers together, as if trying to wash away the embarrassment and heat.

Noticing that Chen Yan was still exposed, she bit her lip, leaned out and pulled the thin blanket over his navel. After thinking for a moment, she pulled it over a bit more to cover him completely.

What she didn't notice was...

The man's body tensed for a moment when he pulled the blanket up.

Worried that Chen Yan's fever might recur, Wen Yan didn't leave but stayed there, and even secretly had someone repair the door.

The fire came on fiercely but went away relatively quickly.

eight pm.

Wen Yan measured the temperature again; it was 37 degrees Celsius, so it had cooled down.

She breathed a sigh of relief, wiped away his sweat, and her nerves, which had been tense for several hours, relaxed. Then, drowsiness came over her, and she drifted off to sleep by the bedside.

Not long after, Chen Yan opened his eyes.

His cold, hard gaze softened when it fell on Wen Yan, who was lying by the bedside.

When he realized that the man under the covers was only wearing underwear and was completely dry and not sweaty, he froze instantly.

He stared stiffly at Wen Yan's sleeping face.

My mind went blank for a moment.

The hazy memories from the burning fever gradually returned.

The delicate touch still feels like it lingers on your lips.

Chen Yan's eyes were unfocused, but when he came to his senses, a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes, and his thin lips curved into an upward arc.

His aggressive gaze encompassed Wen Yan entirely, and her heart melted into a lump of mud.

If he still can't see his own thoughts clearly, he'll be a real jerk.

So be it, I'm older than her.

Bigger is better.

Bigger is more caring.

Chen Yan thought shamefully.

At this moment, Wen Yan's eyelids trembled slightly: "Hmm..."