He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 150 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 8

Inn.

Yan Wei sat on the couch, his index finger rhythmically tapping the edge of the couch. His unfocused pupils were like still water, not a ripple could be seen.

7,198, 7,199, 7,200.

It has been an hour.

Wen Yan left him here for an hour.

He cannot see, and all the perceptible flow of time slows down by two times to affect his senses.

He had never felt so lost before.

Thoughts in the brain are like rusty chains; with each turn, more rusty dirt is left on the ground.

Yan Wei couldn't quite articulate the turbulent feelings swirling within him; he both hoped she would lose him and hoped she would punish him.

He was the one who disobeyed first.

Will Wen Yan punish him?

Yan Wei lowered his eyelids, his eyes were lifeless, it was hard to tell whether his pupils were empty or his gaze was unfocused.

He pushed over the shelf in front of him, then groped for the scalding hot tea and quietly poured it onto his wrist.

He listened silently to the sizzling sound of boiling water burning his skin, his face calm and expressionless. As the scarlet blisters burst, he seemed like a puppet without pain, slowly dismantling himself.

Yan Wei's ears twitched. He heard very light footsteps. He reached out to touch the door, but tripped over the fallen shelf.

It happened to fall right in front of Wen Yan.

Her jade-white hands were speckled with spots, and her thin skin stretched irregularly.

Wen Yan was alarmed.

How did you get yourself into this state?

She helped the man, who couldn't stand up for a long time, to his feet, her shimmering eyes filled with heartache.

She only went to comfort that electronic screen 233, and in such a short time, he's already made himself look like this.

"I can't see."

Yan Wei got up with her help, his clear, hoarse voice unusually calm.

Even though he knew he couldn't see, he still lowered his head and stared in Wen Yan's direction, so that she could see his unfocused eyes and his bruised face.

His Adam's apple bobbed silently.

Wen Yan was furious with him. She felt a lump in her throat and raised her hand to hit him, but when she looked into his unfocused eyes, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Punish me then."

Well, now I can't bring myself to do it.

"You deserve to be punished."

As she spoke, she slapped his buttock hard. "You're so disobedient. You run away without a word, and as soon as I'm not around, you make yourself look like a mess."

"I'll just break your legs, find you a wheelchair, and push you around every day. You can go wherever I go."

The crisp applause made his buttocks tremble, and a faint blush rose to his handsome face, making the area where he had been slapped even stiffer.

He remained silent, letting Wen Yan hit him... or perhaps pat him?

Wen Yan calmed down and pulled him to sit on the previous couch, carefully applying the ointment to his shocking burns.

He endured it patiently, silently resisting no matter how much she wiped him, only lowering his eyelids, his thin eyelashes trembling slightly, gritting his teeth and bearing it.

Tsk, feigning weakness and playing the victim?

They really are the same kind of people.

But damn it, she falls for it.

Sure enough, I feel sorry for men who will have bad luck for life.

"You've released your internal energy." Wen Yan said with an affirmative tone, glancing at him casually.

Although he couldn't see it, he could still feel a meaningful gaze sweeping across his chest.

Yan Wei nodded hesitantly, his forehead still damp with sweat, indicating the pain.

Wen Yan's temple veins throbbed, and she abandoned the medicine.

Yan Wei fumbled for the ointment and applied it to the wound. His vision was obstructed, so he made a mess of it, leaving the tender green ointment everywhere.

It looks like mud.

The man looked in her direction, stiffly applying the ointment, and after a long pause, slowly said, "Don't be angry."

The tone was cautious.

In the end, I softened.

Wen Yan sighed deeply, took the ointment and applied it to him, but with much gentler pressure.

She thought that sooner or later she would have to find a rope to tie him to, and take him with her wherever she went.

With her attention focused on her hands, she naturally missed his fleeting smile.