Disabled Childhood Sweetheart: A Humble Puppy Begs for the Young Lady's Pity

The night was silent, with only the soft sounds of each other's breathing echoing in the air.

There was a few minutes of silence.

Wenxi's eyelashes trembled, and she called him lightly again, "Zhou Jingchen."

Her sweet voice was like heavenly music, sending a tingling sensation into his ears.

A small hand reached out and gently tugged at his clothes.

A sudden burst of evil fire burned from the top of his head all the way down to his lower abdomen.

He suddenly rolled over, his strong body pressing her delicate little body heavily beneath him.

"Ah..." Wenxi exclaimed sharply, her eyes widening, her hand instinctively pressing against his chest.

Zhou Jingchen leaned over her, his eyes burning with malice.

He thrust his hips forward and said in a hoarse voice, "Want to get fucked?"

"No...no..." Wenxi's cheeks suddenly flushed red.

Her voice was weak: "You, you mustn't touch me..."

"I think I'm getting my period."

Wenxi's body stiffened, and she dared not move, feeling her menstrual blood seeping into the bed.

Recently, because of the public opinion surrounding her, she became so angry that her menstrual cycle became irregular again.

Zhou Jingchen paused for a moment, then reached out and turned on the bedside lamp. The warm yellow light spread out, instantly dispelling the darkness in the bedroom.

This room was specially renovated by Zhou Jingchen after he moved out, and he replaced it with a princess-style white European-style wrought iron bed.

She didn't like sleeping on a hard bed, so he personally selected an imported mattress that was thick and very springy. The bed was covered with a pink, lace-trimmed milk fleece four-piece bedding set, which was soft and comfortable to sleep under.

In Zhou Jingchen's heart, she had always been that high and mighty little princess. A princess naturally sleeps in a princess bed and is covered with a princess blanket.

His princess loves white and pink and all pretty things, so the bedside lamp is a simple yet sophisticated French cream-style design.

He had someone else put up the wallpaper; the light and romantic colors and patterns prevented the bedroom from looking cluttered, and made the room look more like a princess's place in a fairy tale.

The white European-style wardrobe and the apricot-colored gauze curtains reveal his meticulousness and love in every detail.

Outside, it's a world of ice and snow, but inside, the heating is strong and the room is warm and cozy.

His little princess lay before him in a sweet, gentle nightgown, nestled in soft blankets.

Her long, seaweed-like hair was scattered on the pillow, half her face was covered by the blanket, her alluring eyes were shimmering with a hazy, watery look, she was charming and shy as she looked at him.

"It seems like I got some menstrual blood on the bed..." she said softly, a little embarrassed.

Zhou Jingchen tugged at the blanket, his voice clear and gentle: "Lift your butt up, let me see."

"No~"

She felt a little embarrassed, whimpering like a kitten, clutching the blanket tightly, refusing to let him touch her.

Wenxi gazed at him quietly with her watery eyes. For some reason, just looking at him made her heart pound.

Perhaps it's because the two haven't been in the same space so intimately for more than half a year.

He wore a dark gray cotton long-sleeved pajama top and plaid pajama pants. His three-dimensional and deep features were handsome as if carved by a knife, and a strong aura of hormones surrounded him.

Like a male beast suddenly taking over her territory and becoming king of the mountain.

"Sweetie, let me check if there's any blood on the bed."

Zhou Jingchen patiently coaxed her, lifting a corner of the blanket and reaching his hand under the covers to touch the sheets.

His rough palms pressed against her smooth, delicate legs, reaching towards the sheet beneath her body.

When I took it out again, my fingertips were stained with bright red, warm blood.

He chuckled softly, "Such a large quantity."

Wenxi frowned and lightly punched him with her small fist: "Disgusting! Go wash your hands!"

"It's not disgusting," he leaned closer, his peach blossom eyes half-closed, a slight smile playing on his lips. "When you first got your period as a child, I washed your underwear for you, remember?"

"She ate three or four popsicles during the day, and at night she drew a picture of herself looking like a little ghost, jumping and bouncing on my bed, and even got blood on my sheets..."

He earnestly helped her recall embarrassing moments from her childhood.

Wenxi's face flushed bright red with embarrassment. She hurriedly covered his mouth, frowned, glared at him, and snapped:

"You're not allowed to mention it!"

Zhou Jingchen stopped teasing her, lowered his head and pecked her soft, rosy lips, then picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

Wenxi stood barefoot under the showerhead. He turned on the heater, and soon the bathroom was warm and cozy.

He reached out and helped her pull off her nightgown, instantly exposing her flawless, graceful body to the air.

Zhou Jingchen stared at her intently, his gaze slowly moving over her body as if it were a physical object.

"Get out, I'll wash myself." Her heart was pounding, and she felt incredibly ashamed and angry.

"Take off your underwear," he said.

Wenxi stood frozen, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her fair feet gripping the ground nervously.

He muttered under his breath, "It's all dirty..."

"I'll help you wash."

Before she could react, his tall body had already squatted down, his hand caressing her curvaceous waist and hips, and removing her underwear.

"Baby, lift your foot." Wenxi's body trembled, her face turned as red as if it were about to bleed. She held his shoulder and gently lifted her foot, letting him do as he pleased.

Zhou Jingchen stood up, turned on the showerhead, adjusted the water temperature for her, and then hung the showerhead back up.

"Take a shower first, and I'll get you some clean clothes in a bit."

After saying that, he turned and went out, closing the glass door of the shower room for her.

Wenxi simply couldn't understand how he could do these things for her with such a calm, collected, and indifferent attitude.

Are all men this shameless?

Perhaps she still didn't know enough about Zhou Jingchen, after all, his completely different behavior in and out of bed had already shattered her worldview.

Also, Wenxi suddenly remembered that there was a question she had never asked him: when exactly did he start liking her?

If he liked her a long time ago, then wasn't she rewarding him for always making him wash her underwear all those years ago?

A dense layer of water mist quickly covered the transparent glass, and the bathroom was filled with steam as she immersed herself in the warm water.

Soon, the sound of water stopped, and Wenxi came out of the shower room. She rubbed her snow-white feet on the doormat and wiped the water droplets off her body with a towel.

Her gaze swept over the shelf next to her, where a clean nightgown and underwear were displayed, and on the underwear—

The sanitary napkin is already attached!

Wenxi's pupils widened instantly, and her face flushed a rosy hue.

She reached out and took off the underwear, then quickly put on her clothes.

Her temples throbbed; she couldn't believe that Zhou Jingchen's long, slender, pale, and aloof hands would do this for her...

A feeling of shame mixed with an indescribable sense of comfort and warmth welled up inside me.