He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 300 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 19

In the end, Chen Yan went home alone, driving his uncle's car.

As for his uncle, let's not even mention him. How could he have the nerve to let a girl take him home?

Chen Yan had no idea when his uncle had evolved into such a shameless and aloof person, nor did he have time to think about it. Because he'd been honked at by the driver behind him…

"Damn it!" Chen Yan rolled down the car window, turned around and cursed, "What are you honking for? Are you in a hurry to get home and have something hot to eat?"

The man was speechless. "Dude, the bicycle overtook you!"

Chen Yan took a look and it was indeed true.

They're losing face while simultaneously accelerating.

Wen Yan has little driving experience. After getting her driver's license in college, she never touched a steering wheel again and mostly drove electric scooters.

It felt quite strange to suddenly have her drive someone home.

She glanced at Chen Yan, who was fastening his seatbelt and resting with his eyes closed, and asked again to confirm, "Am I really going to drive?"

"Your car."

So cold.

Wen Yan silently exhaled, following the procedure for the third part of the driving test: adjusting the rearview mirror, adjusting the seat, confirming P gear, and then what was it again?

It seems like I pressed the brake... Hmm? It won't start?

Chen Yan glanced at her, lifting his eyelids slightly. "The handbrake isn't out."

"...Okay." He frantically released the handbrake.

Wen Yan couldn't understand how he could remain so calm after all that, and she was sweating silently.

The car was driving leisurely at a speed of less than 40 miles per hour. Wen Yan held the steering wheel with both hands, looked ahead, and had a solemn expression, like a soldier on the battlefield who was highly vigilant and would be frightened by the slightest rustling of wind.

Chen Yan was quite at ease, and could even slowly help turn the steering wheel when making turns, like a coach.

but!

There were no brakes on his feet!

Wen Yan, with a long face, said, "Why don't you drive?"

Chen Yan: "You have to learn it eventually."

Then, with the steering wheel slumped, he said, "Slowly turn the steering wheel to the left, at most one and a half turns..."

Wen Yan was very nervous, afraid that if she made a slight movement, the car would drift onto the flower bed, or that an impatient driver behind her would honk at her.

Fortunately, there were many kind-hearted people, and the journey was smooth.

After arriving safely at the residential area, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered that Chen Yan's car had been driven away. She turned her head to look at him unbuckling his seatbelt in the passenger seat and asked, "Should I call a car to take you home?"

Chen Yan paused in his hand as he pulled the seatbelt, then looked over. His dark, expressionless eyes were like a thick fog at night, and Wen Yan didn't know where to look for a moment.

She's not a good driver, so it's normal for her to call a car to take her home.

"Wen Yan," he said calmly, "are you going out with Chen Yan?"

Wen Yan was a little unsure, "Yes, yes, he returned the car to me, and I treated him to a meal."

What should have been a perfectly normal thing came out of his mouth as if he were saying things like, "After dinner, we'll go shopping, see a movie, take a walk, and then make plans for the next time."

The seatbelt was already unbuckled. Chen Yan leaned forward, and the lights in the underground parking garage suddenly went out, leaving only the dim light from the car's display screen.

Wen Yan felt a hand touch her face, the rough fingertips slowly kneading her soft skin. The next moment, the strong fingertips suddenly hooked her chin, forcing her to turn her head to look at him.

He had a good eye-catching angle, and I looked directly into his eyes following his adjusted gaze.

"I'll go too." This wasn't asking for opinions, it was informing them.

"Okay, okay." Wen Yan's heart was beating a little fast. The monitor light was too dim, only illuminating half of his face, the other half hidden in the darkness. "Can...can you move your hand away? It's so itchy."

There was something alive gently scratching her chin, just like how she usually touches her chin.

Did he mistake her for a cat?

"Chen Yan!" Wen Yan was a little angry, but more embarrassed, but her anger subsided when he lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose.

Chen Yan seemed to chuckle softly, then kissed her forehead with a gentle, warm kiss, before quickly and purposefully moving downwards until he captured her lower lip in his mouth. He let out a sigh, then forcefully licked the faint teeth marks on her lips, making them moist.

Wen Yan's eyes were wide open, giving off a hint of condoning misbehavior.

Before long, her eyes welled up with tears, she couldn't straighten up, and her legs felt weak.

As their lips parted, a belated sense of shame and indignation made Wen Yan immediately bury her face in Chen Yan's neck, vowing never to think about what had just happened again.

Chen Yan took his hand out from under her skirt, then tugged at her clothes as they rode up, his heavy breathing tightening as he restrained himself and moved away slightly. "Yan Yan, come down."

"No!" Wen Yan buried her head even deeper and shook it vigorously. Just thinking about having to face him after getting down made her skin burn even hotter.

Not only did she not get down, but she also pressed herself against his back as he retreated, saying, "Don't put me down!"

As expected, Chen Yan stopped.

Wen Yan quickly shifted her buttocks inward, but this shift had an unexpected effect; she suddenly felt something.

Boom! My brain exploded like a mushroom cloud!

She swallowed hard, and even her slow-witted mind realized she'd made a mistake.

Wen Yan was a little scared and tried to wake Chen Yan: "Chen Yan..."

It's even more obvious now!

Wen Yan was about to cry; no matter how she called out to him, it wouldn't work!

"Don't move." Chen Yan closed his eyes, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead. "Let me rest for a bit."

Wen Yan nodded, not daring to move an inch.

a long time……

Wen Yan's legs were numb, but Chen Yan's were still numb.

"My legs are numb."

Chen Yan was sweating profusely, his face dripping with sweat. Hearing her words, he remained silent for a moment before saying, "I have a solution, but I need your help."

Wen Yan nodded without hesitation.

Then, a hand was grasped.

Wen Yan blushed. She was just too shy and didn't know how to face Chen Yan later.

Now things are even worse, and I don't know how to face it anymore.

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Chen Yan took out a few tissues and carefully wiped Wen Yan's hands, not missing a spot under her fingernails or nails. The man's voice was calm, but his bright red ears betrayed him. "There are no wet wipes in the car. Will you make do for now and wash your hands upstairs?"

He paused, then asked, "Can you still walk?"

After saying that, he glanced at her legs.

"Yes!" Wen Yan covered her eyes with one hand, not wanting to face it.

Having known each other for so long, this was Chen Yan's first time visiting her home. After asking for the exact location, he took out his phone and pressed buttons for a while.

Where is the bathroom?

Wen Yan pointed in a direction, and then she was led towards the bathroom.

"Wait! Why are you holding my hand?" Wen Yan's internal alarm bells rang.

Sensing her intention, Chen Yan's usually cold expression softened slightly. He went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of water and asked, "Where should I sit?"

Wen Yan looked at him carrying a basin of water: Wash your hands...

"Here it is," Wen Yan casually pointed to an open space, then sat down. Chen Yan half-squatted beside her, his eyes lowered as he earnestly lathered the foam, then rinsed it clean with water, showing a meticulous care that was not too close to his face.

"Come with me to the mall tomorrow," he asked while splashing water on his hands, and then washed his other hand as well.

"it is good."

Wen Yan rubbed the slippery foam, wanting to tell him that she was going to take a shower later, but seeing his serious and determined face...

I'd better not say too much.