Cannon fodder partner dressed as a disabled villain

Shen Shuheng dragged Yun Yan into the room without turning on the light.

However, the moonlight was bright, Yun Yan lowered his head, and saw that Shen Shuheng had already changed his shoes, was wearing slippers with bare feet, and his prosthetic limbs had not been removed yet.

Shen Shuheng was still wearing long trousers, only the golden heels could be seen, reflecting the dark light under the moonlight,

Shen Shuheng turned his head suddenly, Yun Yan hurriedly looked away from his feet, but found that his eyes fell on his own feet.

Shen Shuheng frowned and asked him, "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

"I don't want to wear it, the carpet at home is very comfortable."

Even the upstairs terrace is cleaned by the servants every day, and the soles of the feet are not dirty at all.

Yun Yan took two quick steps and jumped onto the bed, raised his feet up and shook them mischievously in front of his eyes: "Look, I just washed them." After saying that, he shrank his toes and rubbed his ankles again.

In the next second, Shen Shuheng grabbed his ankle.

In a sense, feet are actually very private parts.

With slightly cool fingertips resting on his ankles, Yun Yan's body froze all of a sudden, and his cheeks gradually burned.

Shen Shuheng held his ankle, put his leg on the bed, and stuffed it into the quilt.

Yun Yan pulled the quilt with some embarrassment, shrank up, leaned on the pillow, Shen Shuheng also closed the balcony door and window, and got on the bed.

Both of them were wearing clothes, and the thin summer quilt covered their waists and abdomen. Shen Shuheng turned slightly to hold Yun Yan in his arms, and stroked his hair: "Go to sleep."

Yun Yan closed his eyes obediently, and buried his head on Shen Shuheng's chest.

He still smelled faintly of cigarettes.

"Do you smoke?" Yun Yan asked.

"Not much." Shen Shuheng replied.

Yun Yan put his hands on his waist and asked, "Why do you think of smoking today?"

Shen Shuheng did not answer.

Yun Yan didn't ask any more questions.He knew that it was impossible for Shen Shuheng to express his worries and fears, and he himself was the same.

If it wasn't for being drunk, he would never have asked Shen Shuheng such a sentence.

The two hugged quietly on the bed without saying anything, seeking comfort from each other's arms.

Yun Yan closed his eyes, but still couldn't fall asleep. After a while, he moved his legs restlessly, and accidentally touched something that shouldn't be touched.

Shen Shuheng's body froze.

"It's so hard." Yun Yan looked up at him and said.

Shen Shuheng: "..."

Yun Yan continued, "Do you want to remove the prosthesis?"

Shen Shuheng sat up, covered Yun Yan's eyes with his hand, and said, "I'll take it off, you sleep well."

The eyelashes trembled in the palm of his hand, but Yun Yan didn't speak.

Shen Shuheng let go of his hand and saw that he had closed his eyes and came out of the quilt to sit on the edge of the bed. The trousers had not been changed before, so it was difficult to expose the connecting part of the prosthetic limb and the residual limb. Shen Shuheng tried It still didn't work, and I thought it would be better to go to the bathroom in a wheelchair to remove the prosthesis and change into pajamas.

But he didn't expect that when he was about to stand up, he was suddenly hugged from behind.

"I'll help you, okay?"

Shen Shuheng held his breath.

"We've been together for so long..." Yun Yan rubbed against the back of his neck, his voice a little low: "Can't we be honest with each other?"

Shen Shuheng's eyes were a little confused, and it took a long time before he spoke with difficulty: "...it's ugly."

Yun Yan didn't speak.

Shen Shuheng's Adam's apple twitched, closed his eyes, and said, "Wait for me, I'll change my clothes and take off the prosthetic limb and I'll be back."

"I don't," Yun Yan hugged him even tighter: "How do you know that I find you ugly? I have a filter for you, so you look good no matter what."

Yun Yan didn't know that it was precisely because he wanted to maintain the perfection in front of him that Shen Shuheng couldn't accept removing the prosthetic limb in front of him, exposing the mutilated limbs.

He didn't want to see the slightest disgust in his eyes.

Shen Shuheng took a deep breath, and asked him in a low voice: "Next time... okay?"

There was tension in the air.

Yun Yan knew that this was a difficult thing for Shen Shuheng.

After being with himself, maybe he has done a lot of psychological construction, but when it comes time to be honest with each other, he must still be nervous, and even refuse is cautious.

Yun Yan nodded and let him go.

Shen Shuheng took her pajamas and went to the bathroom in a wheelchair.

He put the removed prosthetics in the bathroom, thinking that he would have to come over for a replacement the next day.

He steered the wheelchair out of the bathroom door, but he froze suddenly, his fingers clasping the armrest tightly.

Yun Yan, who was originally wearing a set of two-piece pajamas, was now wearing an obviously ill-fitting white nightgown with a belt tied loosely around his waist.

——Obviously, it was Shen Shuheng's own nightgown.

Shen Shuheng watched him walking towards him step by step, leaning over, Shen Shuheng held his breath.

Yun Yan pressed a button, and the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair slowly fell.

He straddled Shen Shuheng's lap and hugged his neck, his hoarse voice was full of temptation.

"I prefer to sleep naked. Would you like to help me take off this... too?"

The fragrance after bathing lingered in his arms, and Shen Shuheng felt that his sanity was already on the edge of a dangerous precipice.

"I said it last time, if I refuse again..." Seeing that he was not moving, Yun Yan's eyes sank, and he bit his earlobe: "...I'll force you."

……

By the time Yun Yan fell asleep from exhaustion, the sky was already bright.

Shen Shuheng gave the housekeeper a message so that people don't have to prepare breakfast, holding Yun Yan who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, the black hole in his heart that was born of anxiety was finally filled.

Yun Yan put one hand on his chest, Shen Shuheng stared at the red mark on the wrist, a little annoyed.

He is out of control, he should be more gentle.

He thought of the kiss that Yun Yan landed on his stump last night, and his heart trembled.

He stared at Yun Yan's sleeping profile for a long time, as if he wanted to see the soul that belonged to him only through his skin.

……

Yun Yan slept until noon before he opened his eyes in a daze, only to see Shen Shuheng leaning against the window and looking at him quietly. He had already put on the prosthetics and the piece of clothing that he took off Yun Yan himself last night. bathrobe.

Yun Yan yawned, hugged the corner of the quilt, and complained: "It's agreed that I will help you wear the prosthesis today..."

Shen Shuheng laughed lightly.

He always thought that it would take him a long time to show his stump in front of him without hindrance, but he didn't expect that this line of defense would be instantly breached by him in this way.

Walking a few steps to the bed, he dug Yun Yan out of the bed, and hugged him horizontally. Yun Yan exclaimed, and quickly hugged his neck, obediently daring not to move.

Shen Shuheng kissed his slightly swollen lips, and said, "Otherwise, why would I carry you to the bathroom?"

After taking a shower, Shen Shuheng helped Yun Yan dry his hair with a bath towel.

Yun Yan sat in his arms, poked him, and said, "...a liar."

Shen Shuheng stopped: "?"

Yun Yan hooked his prosthetic limbs with his toes, and placed another light kiss on his lips: "...it's not ugly at all, but it's still very sexy."

Shen Shuheng's eyes flickered slightly, and finally lifted his chin, deepening the kiss.

After dreaming of the jade pendant that night, Yun Yan has been restless.

He dreamed that "Yun Yan" was giving someone the jade pendant to wear. The jade pendant in the dream looked very new, and there was no blood stain like that. "Yun Yan" obviously gave the jade pendant to someone. , but now the jade pendant is in his hand again, and it is stained with blood, which means that something must have happened in the middle.

"Yunyan" is still kept, which shows that this jade pendant must have a special meaning.

He also remembered that not long after he and Shen Shuheng got married, during their first meal, Shen Shuheng asked about this jade pendant.

He always felt that something was wrong.

If such a poorly made jade pendant is very commemorative, it should be kept in a box rather than worn on the body.

When Yun Yan found it, it was indeed in a very delicate box, which was probably more expensive than a jade pendant, and it was pressed at the bottom of the box, not like it was often used.

In addition, the red string on this jade pendant does not look like it is often worn on the body, because there is no trace of sweat stains, but it has faded over time.

This shows that "Yun Yan" does not often wear this jade pendant.

In addition, the length of this jade pendant can definitely be hidden in a shirt without falling out.

Then why did he wear this jade pendant when he met Shen Shuheng, and was also seen by Shen Shuheng?

It would be fine if it was a normal sight, but Shen Shuheng actually asked a question later?

Yun Yan finally understands why some people are superstitious about fortune-telling by ghosts and gods.

When human beings face an uncontrollable future, they always want to grasp something certain, even if it is an assertion that is not sure whether it is credible.

No matter how Yun Yan thought about it, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out, so he finally found time to call Mo Lin while Shen Shuheng was busy at the company.

"Busy?" Yun Yan asked Mo Lin while walking in the garden.

"It's nothing. Luoluo is recording the show. I'm idle in the background. Why does Young Master Yun think of me today?"

Maureen's voice was slack, still so flat.

But Yun Yan didn't choke him again this time, but went straight to the point: "Grandpa said, it was you who counted the characters of "Yun Yan" and Shen Shuheng before, and said they were a good match, so you asked Grandpa to introduce him to Shen Shuheng." ,right?"

"Well, yes, what's wrong?"

"Why can you conclude that Shen Shuheng will choose him?"

Mo Lin didn't answer directly, but asked with a smile: "Are you jealous of yourself?"

Yun Yan took a deep breath: "It wasn't me at that time."

Mo Lin smiled again and actually brought some comfort: "But Shen Shuheng chose him because of you."

"..." Yun Yan shook his hand: "What do you mean?"

"Hmm..." Mo Lin pondered: "I can't explain it to you now, wait for me to go back, I'm out of town now."

"..." Yun Yan choked in his throat: "When are you coming back?"

"After recording this, I have to record a variety show. After that, you and Ye Luo will start filming the show? Otherwise, see you on the set...I have to tell you about it face to face."

The corner of Yun Yan's mouth twitched: "Then let me ask another question, is the previous Yun Yan dead?"

Maureen thought for a while and said, "No."

Yun Yan: "..."

"But it can also be said to be dead."

"...is he dead or not?"

"Uh...don't worry! I'll explain to you later."

"Then where is he now?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Will he come back?"

"……what?"

"I said, will he return to this body?"

"..." Mo Lin finally understood: "Oh, are you afraid that he will come back?"

"……Correct."

"Ah, then he won't come back, don't worry."

Yun Yan was stunned.

The heart that he had been carrying all along suddenly let go.

... But, is what Mo Lin said really believable?Why did I suddenly think that what he said was true?

And to hear him say it, he's definitely not a fortune teller—or, rather, more than a fortune teller.

Why does he know so much?Is he a liar after all?

"Who are you?" Yun Yan finally asked.

"Me," Mo Lin laughed, "I'm in the after-sales service."