He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 147 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 5

He had never seen anyone so foolish as to hand over their life to him to kill.

Yan Wei wanted to laugh, his muffled laughter like drumbeats coming from his chest, and Wen Yan, sitting on his waist and abdomen, felt a slight tremor in her buttocks.

He's acting crazy, not like a normal person.

Forgot, he wasn't a normal person to begin with.

"Hey, stop laughing."

Wen Yan patted his face, pulled him up from the ground, and then, remembering that he was blind, kindly tidied his clothes for him.

His eerie red eyes stared at her silently, and even though she knew he couldn't see her, Wen Yan still got goosebumps.

She tapped a few times and then notified him, "I've sealed your powers."

Yan Wei's madman's smile froze on his face. "You sealed my powers?"

“Yeah,” Wen Yan stared at his face for a while, then raised her hand and tugged at it, muttering, “What’s with the stinginess? My life is in your hands, can’t I just seal your power?”

Yan Wei: I choose to remain silent and do not want to pay attention to her.

He instantly felt that his earlier excitement was like a fart.

"Really not working?"

Wen Yan turned his head around, put her hands together, and pressed his face into a ball, which looked rather cute.

She raised an eyebrow: "My life is in your hands now?!"

Yan Wei couldn't see her, but he could feel her burning gaze and his own unnatural expression.

"Say something!" Wen Yan urged him.

Yan Wei remained silent for a long time before having no choice but to go along with her.

"Row."

"That's right, here's a kiss for you."

Wen Yan, like a female hooligan, gave those eyes a heavy kiss, making Yan Wei blush with a loud "pop."

She found it quite amusing and took another bite of his flushed face.

Yan Wei silently wiped the water off her face, feeling that she was really not a qualified yandere.

He rubbed the ribbon in his hand and skillfully put it over his eyes. Wen Yan glanced at it, snatched it away, and tied it on for him rather clumsily.

"From now on, you belong to me completely, and I'll take care of everything for you."

Her tone wasn't one of negotiation; it sounded more like she was forcing a respectable married man.

After she said it, she reflected on whether she had been too forceful and restrictive, and what if she had scared him.

They never imagined that the person in front of them was a real yandere who had just been killing people for fun.

"To add to that, you're only completely mine when you're blind."

Yan Wei asked in confusion, "What about when you're not blind?"

"...half of him is mine."

Wen Yan's technique was not as skillful as his, who was intermittently blind. The ribbon she tied was not very pretty, but it was comfortable. Every time she tightened it a little, she would ask him if it would be uncomfortable.

They take care of her as if she were a child.

If you ignore her unrestrained sitting posture.

Yan Wei felt his thigh muscles begin to stiffen. Every time the girl asked him a question, she would move up a little bit, and now she was sitting on his waist and abdomen.

He was forced to retreat a little bit.

"Don't move."

He was patted on the shoulder and then helped to straighten up so he could continue tying the knot.

Wen Yan looked at the obedient man and nodded in satisfaction.

Sure enough, force can still intimidate people.

If she were a delicate, helpless little white flower, she'd probably be chopped down the moment she showed her face.

Wen Yan thought this idea was very reasonable.

If she had been truly gentle and weak, she might not have been able to achieve a perfect harmony with him when they first met.

The carriage moved slowly, kicking up clouds of yellow sand. The journey to escape was like this shriveled pile of smoke—boring and flat.

Wen Yan felt like she was going to get moldy from being cooped up in the carriage. Although they had only been traveling for a few days, it felt like an eternity.

My only pleasure every day is playing Yanwei, playing Yanwei, and then playing Yanwei again.

Then, as expected, Yan and Wei fell ill in a magnificent and glorious manner.

Seeing him delirious with fever, Wen Yan skillfully touched her nose, feeling guilty yet stubborn: "Cough cough, you... your body isn't up to par, you still need to practice."

Yan Wei, whose face was flushed red from the fever, whose head was spinning, and who was also blind: ...