He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 130 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

Separated by a single door, two hearts resonate.

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The most pressing need for manpower was during the rice harvest, and even the educated youth who were usually slow and clumsy had to be pulled into the fields to join the busy harvesting team.

The fields in the team were not always large, open plots; the scattered, uneven fields were given to the educated youth to cultivate.

Wen Yan had been cutting all morning, and large, pink blisters had formed on her delicate, fair palms, making her gasp in pain.

"Grandma Shen, I'm back."

After a morning of rushing to harvest, Wen Yan's energy and spirit were almost completely drained, leaving her feeling listless.

The water in the paddy field hadn't completely dried up yet, and the cement in the field clung to her fair feet, making her slippery as she walked, with a few drops of mud sticking to her face.

Not ugly at all, it actually makes her face look even whiter.

She was like a fairy maiden who descended from the heavens to earth to experience the trials of love, only to be mistakenly sent to a pastoral paradise.

Handsome, truly handsome.

Grandma Shen had been looking at her for several days, and when she saw her face, she couldn't help but be stunned and sincerely praise her.

"Xiao Yan, come here quickly, I've saved some food for you. Eat and then go rest."

Grandma Shen lifted the wooden pot lid on the stove, and steaming white mist suddenly spread out.

Wen Yan washed her hands and feet, moved a small stool, and sat down under the lush green persimmon tree in the yard to eat.

"Has Shen Que not returned yet?"

Halfway through the meal, Wen Yan casually mentioned it as if she had suddenly remembered something, but in fact she had been looking for Shen Que since she entered the room.

Thinking about what happened last night, her face still felt hot. Shen Que's wild and unrestrained body, bursting with hormones, lingered in her dreams all night.

The glistening water droplets flowed all night.

Wen Yan shook her head, forcing herself not to think about it.

"He came back a while ago, ate quickly, and left again. Xiaoyan, are you hot? Let me fan you?"

Grandma Shen picked up an old palm-leaf fan from somewhere and began to fan her flushed face.

"It's so hot today, be careful not to get heatstroke."

"No, no." Wen Yan fanned herself casually with her hand.

"You still say no? Your face is as red as a persimmon."

"Hmm..." Wen Yan silently lowered her head to pick up food, her face almost buried in the bowl.

She then picked up the glass of cold water on the table and took a sip. The sweetness of the sugar water spread in her mouth, and she exclaimed, "Oh!" She pushed the water back to Grandma Shen and refused to drink any more.

Wen Yan said helplessly, "Grandma, this is for you."

"My old woman can't possibly eat that much. I haven't even had the milk powder you gave me last time. Hurry up and drink it. I've been tired these past few days, so I need to replenish my energy."

Wen Yan declined, but seeing that Grandma Shen insisted, she had no choice but to slowly drink it.

The sweet water started to cool down in just a short while.

"I almost forgot, Xiaoyan, you have blisters on your hands, right? Here, rub them on."

Grandma Shen took out a jar of homemade ointment, green in color and emitting an unknown herbal fragrance.

I applied some to the pink blisters; it felt cool and made them feel less uncomfortable.

Wen Yan asked casually, "Grandma Shen, you also make medicine?"

"It was done by his mistress. He specifically told me to give it to you. He just left, and you came back right after. Didn't you even wait a moment..."

Wen Yan nodded, and after drinking a few mouthfuls of sweet water, she went back to her room and dozed off for a while. When it was time, she looked utterly hopeless, picked up her sickle, put on her straw hat, and headed to the rice paddies.

"Are you sure?"

Wen Yan stood in a daze amidst the neatly stacked pile of rice.

It's already finished in just two hours?

Wen Yan held the sickle, somewhat at a loss, and knew without a doubt who it was.

So, the reason I didn't take a nap was to help her harvest rice.

She shook her head helplessly, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up, her bright smile dazzling the man behind the tree.

Sweat dripped into her eyes, and in the hazy, misty light and shadow, she was the most beautiful woman in the middle.

My heart was pounding uncontrollably; I guess I'm doomed.

Shen Que slowly sat down against the tree, his jacket looking as if it had been washed. After catching his breath, he got up and walked towards another field.

Shen Que began a life of leaving early and returning late, and Wen Yan did not see him until the busy farming season ended.

The little trinkets on the windowsill and Grandma Shen's occasional murmurs proved that he had indeed returned.

He was avoiding her.

But why avoid her?

Wen Yan couldn't understand why he had waited for her several times but never came.

However, it is worth mentioning that Wen Yan did not touch a sickle during the entire busy farming season. She was embarrassed when the village chief praised her as a model of educated youth.

"Xiaoyan, you're going to bed so early today? Don't you usually read for a while?"

As darkness fell, Wen Yan's room was completely dark.

Grandma Shen stopped in confusion as she passed by.

Little did they know, Wen Yan was sitting on Shen Que's bed at that moment, her heart pounding as she heard the sounds from next door.

Never knock on her door!

Fortunately, Grandma Shen was just asking casually and left after only a few seconds.

After seeing Grandma Shen walk away, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, Grandma didn't knock on the door, otherwise she would have had a hard time explaining herself if she found out Grandma wasn't in the room.

As night deepened, Wen Yan waited so long she could barely stand it, but Shen Que showed no sign of returning.

I really can't stay awake any longer, I'll go to sleep first.

"Click."

With a soft sound of the door opening, Shen Que's tall figure appeared in the doorway, shrouded in the night.

He was shirtless, his lean and muscular chest stained with water, carrying the chill unique to the night, and the white cloth wrapped around his shoulders was half wet.

"Who's inside!"

Shen Queye had excellent eyesight, and he could clearly see a person lying on the bed.

He carefully put down the washed clothes, took a few steps over, and precisely grabbed the person on the bed by the neck with a fierce and ruthless movement.

The moment I grabbed his neck.

The man, whose eyes had been unusually gloomy, suddenly showed a hint of surprise.

This doesn't feel right.

"Shen...Shen, yes, let go..."

Wen Yan felt like she was suffocating. Her sleepy eyes suddenly widened, and she grabbed Shen Que's hand haphazardly, tears welling up in her eyes.

The suffocating force suddenly stopped, and Shen Que stood helplessly by the bed, frantically helping Wen Yan up and patting her back with his rough hands.

"You're going to strangle me!"

Wen Yan's hair flashed with golden light, her eyes welled up with tears, and she slapped him in anger.

This feels wrong; it's so soft and bouncy, with no protective fabric at all.

Not sure, touch it again.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moonlight streamed into the window. Wen Yan could clearly see Shen Queguang's bare upper body; she could even see his Adam's apple bobbing and the water droplets about to fall.

And those wild, dark eyes.

For the first time, she regretted having such good eyesight, and abruptly withdrew her hand, which had been lingering and probing the man.

My apologies, my apologies, it is truly a sin.

"you……"

Wen Yan was interrupted by Shen Que as soon as she spoke.

What are you doing in my bed?

Thinking of this, Wen Yan inexplicably regained her confidence: "It's all because you're avoiding me. I can't even see you and can only wait in your room."

Her eyes blinked, and upon closer inspection, they seemed somewhat aggrieved.

"I am sorry."

He was suddenly exposed and didn't know how to face her.

I might as well calm down for a few days.

Shen Que suddenly stood up, and Wen Yan thought he was going to leave again, so she quickly grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go: "Don't go yet."

"I'm going to get dressed."

"You're not allowed to go..."

Wen Yan is known for his quick tongue; he blurts out words without thinking. When he realized he was talking about clothes, his mind went blank.

She wouldn't let people wear clothes!

Shen Que was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Then, he slowly bent down, his strong arms supporting him on either side of the bed bending under the weight. His eyes were dark and unfathomable as he slowly brought his head closer, finally looking directly into her eyes, exuding a strong sense of aggression.

"Who taught you to sleep in a man's bed in the middle of the night?"