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

Wenxi slipped on her slippers and opened the door. When she entered the bedroom, he was leaning against the headboard, fiddling with his phone in his palm.

Zhou Jingchen's profile is really handsome, with sharp geometric lines forming from his brow bone to his nose bone and then to his Adam's apple.

When he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and his fair skin accentuated his sculpted features, making him look like a two-dimensional male model from a comic book.

The sheets had been changed; he put on a new light blue four-piece bedding set.

Seeing her come in, he put his phone on the bedside table, reached out to her, and said, "Come here."

Her voice is clear, gentle, and husky—it's incredibly pleasant to listen to.

The male demon was definitely sent by God to seduce and bewitch her!

Wenxi walked over gracefully, and as soon as she reached the bedside, he stretched out his long arms, pulled her into his arms, and tucked her into the quilt.

He leaned against the headboard, holding her tightly, his chin resting gently on her shoulder.

Her butterfly-shaped back pressed against his hot, firm chest. Through the thin fabric, the powerful beat of his heart resonated through her, sending shivers down her spine.

"Does your stomach hurt?" As she spoke, a warm, large hand was placed on her lower abdomen and gently massaged it.

"Hmm, a little," Wenxi said softly.

"How about some brown sugar water? I just made some."

Wenxi turned her head and noticed a small porcelain bowl on the bedside table.

Zhou Jingchen brought the bowl over, put his arm around her, and tried to feed her.

She turned around and sat cross-legged facing him.

The bowl was filled with red dates and longans, and the sweet aroma of cane sugar wafted into my nose.

"We're out of goji berries at home, I'll go buy some tomorrow." Zhou Jingchen scooped up a spoonful of brown sugar water and held it to her lips.

She opened her small mouth slightly, took it in her mouth, and swallowed it, the warm liquid flowing down her throat into her esophagus.

Spoon after spoonful, his deep gaze remained fixed on her fair face, feeling as if she were a porcelain doll, obedient and docile, allowing him to manipulate and serve her.

He really liked that feeling. The feeling of taking care of her.

After drinking more than half a bowl, Wenxi couldn't drink anymore. She pushed the rim of the bowl, shook her head, and said, "I'm not drinking anymore."

He put the bowl aside and took out a tissue to wipe her little mouth.

The air was quiet and warm.

"Let's go to sleep, okay?" he asked softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Let me rub your tummy while we're in bed."

She obediently let out a soft "hmm" and crawled to the other side of the bed to lie down.

Zhou Jingchen turned off the light, plunging the bedroom into darkness once again.

He pulled her into his arms, his smooth jawline brushing against her soft hair, his warm hands gently massaging her stomach.

"Is this any better?"

"Mmm," she replied lazily. It was already late, and after drinking brown sugar water, her stomach felt soothed, and drowsiness inexplicably swept over her.

"It hurts here, move it down a little..." She grabbed his hand and moved it down a few inches.

Wenxi closed her eyes gently, and suddenly heard his low, slow voice in her ear:

"Do you remember the first time I rubbed your tummy, sister?"

Wenxi suddenly opened her eyes again, staring at the dim ceiling, no longer sleepy at all.

Of course I remember.

They were both in their first year of high school, when she was 16. That time, she had her period and her stomach hurt especially badly. She was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat in the middle of the night.

She hunched over and climbed onto Zhou Jingchen's bed, woke him up, and forced him to rub her stomach.

She still remembers her domineering and unreasonable words: "Little dog, you're not allowed to sleep, my tummy hurts so much... You have to lull me to sleep first before you can sleep!"

Zhou Jingchen refused to massage her, so she grumbled and complained that he wasn't listening to her anymore, that he had grown up and become wild, and that he didn't want to serve her anymore.

Later, after she punched and kicked him and launched into a tirade of accusations, she simply grabbed his hand and pressed it against her stomach...

"Do you know why I didn't massage it for you back then?" Zhou Jingchen asked in a low, gentle voice.

Why?

"Because I'm afraid to touch you."

"Why don't you dare touch me..." As she said this, Wenxi's mind suddenly turned, and she suddenly thought of something.

She poked his chest with her index finger and curled the corners of her lips: "Well, Zhou Jingchen, so you've been eyeing this princess for a long time."

He chuckled. "Even earlier than that."

"Tell me the truth," she raised an eyebrow, her voice sweet and coquettish, "when exactly did you, you little cripple, start coveting this princess?"

"From the time I can remember," he said firmly.

"Tch~ Bullshit," she said, shifting to a more comfortable position and snuggling lazily into his arms, her nostrils filled with his fresh, cool scent.

Zhou Jingchen hugged and kissed him. "It's true, ever since I can remember, I've had a very strong possessive desire for you."

"I don't like it when you play with Fang Haoyu, or when you get along well with other kids in the alley, whether they're boys or girls. I'll be jealous."

"Then..." Her cunning eyes lit up in the darkness, her fingers tracing down his chest, gently circling his well-defined abdominal muscles, "Why didn't you tell me?"

The girl's fingers were soft and delicate, and the touch felt like an electric current. Zhou Jingchen straightened his back, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He buried his handsome face in her soft, fragrant hair and whispered, "You're too insecure."

I didn't even dare to think about it back then.

"You have a crush on me, you...you even washed my underwear."

"You're the one who made me wash it," he said matter-of-factly.

Wenxi suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed. Just how many stupid things had she done as a child?

Images flashed through my mind: me wiggling my hips and dancing in front of Zhou Jingchen, secretly wearing my mother's high heels, throwing my nightgown in his face, blowing bubbles with my snot, licking my fingers while eating spicy snacks...

Oh my god, help! How embarrassing, how shameful.

Thinking about it now, it's so embarrassing it makes me want to curl my toes!

Her face contorted in pain, and she dared not recall it.

She cupped his face in her hands, and said sternly, "You're not allowed to mention anything from when we were little again!"

A smile crept into his throat. "Why can't I mention it? You were so cute when you were little."

"Anyway, you're not allowed to mention it again!" She was incredibly domineering.

"When you were little, you were so vain. You took my lipstick and put it on your mouth..." Before he could finish speaking, her soft little hand covered his mouth tightly.

"Stop talking! If you say another word, I'm ignoring you!"

Zhou Jingchen grabbed her wrist and pulled her away, continuing with a smile, "You smear your lips like sausages..."

"Zhou Jingchen!" Wenxi's eyebrows shot up, and she said urgently, "You were still wetting the bed when you were in junior high, and I didn't even say anything to you, yet you're criticizing me!"

They were childhood sweethearts, and they had endless grievances about each other.

Zhou Jingchen suddenly stopped, staring blankly at her in the dim light: "I didn't wet the bed, I was just kidding."

She said angrily, "Bullshit, you're denying it now."

Zhou Jingchen's breath hitched, and he said seriously, "It really wasn't bedwetting."

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "It's a dream."

That night, I dreamed about you.

What?

Wenxi's face suddenly turned red, and she kicked and struggled against him with her hands and feet:

"You! You were so lewd back then! How disgusting! You dared to have erotic dreams about me, you big pervert, you filthy scoundrel!"

In the chaos, they bumped into something, and suddenly heard the man above them breathe heavily and groan.

His two strong arms held her captive, his dark eyes staring intently at her as he said in a gruff voice, "Where are you touching?"

Wenxi was furious, her face flushed red, and she deliberately raised her knee and bumped into him again.

"Uh..." He gasped for breath, his lips pressed into a straight line.

All the pent-up desire he had suppressed all night was now aroused by her.

Wenxi saw that he couldn't bear it.

Be bold... just like when you were a child...

"What are you doing?" Zhou Jingchen was caught off guard, his temples throbbing, and his voice deepened.

Wenxi suddenly remembered that when she had worked part-time at a boxing gym, there was a standing, roly-poly punching bag in the gym.

Every time I punch, the sandbag bounces and wobbles wildly when it's touched.

What are you doing?

The words, when they reached the little princess's ears, took on a different meaning.

She immediately pouted and raised her voice: "Are you yelling at me?"

"No," Zhou Jingchen patted her soft waist, swallowed, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Baby, be good, I can't stand you like this."

"What can't you stand?" She knew her physical condition; there was nothing he could do.

Wenxi's eyebrows curved like silver hooks, and her lips turned up, and she suddenly got excited—the same mischievous energy she had when she was a child.

She raised a thin eyebrow and rustled under the covers.

She deliberately leaned close to his ear, her red lips slightly parted, her voice sweet and seductive: "Little puppy... can't take it like this?"

The sweet scent of his breath filled his ears.

In the silent darkness, his Adam's apple bobbed, and a deep, sensual moan escaped his lips involuntarily.

His solid body was burning hot, like a raging fire.

Wenxi's heart was pounding. She tilted her head back, stuck out her little tongue, and gently brushed it across his Adam's apple.

"Oh..." As if electrocuted, the man couldn't take it and his body trembled violently.

His breath hitched, and he lowered his head to capture her small mouth, kissing her wildly, his hot breath spraying rapidly onto her skin.

Wenxi smiled slightly, turned her face away, and refused to be kissed. Her soft fingertips slid across his skin, determined to make him suffer.

Zhou Jingchen closed his eyes, feeling an itch deep in his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Her breath carried a sweet, milky scent that was incredibly alluring.

In the darkness, the senses are extremely clear.

Those were a pair of fair and slender hands, with neatly trimmed, rounded, and cute nails painted with light pink nail polish.

She applies a thick layer of skin cream every night to keep her skin moisturized and smooth.

This is the little princess's hand.

Her body was soft and boneless, and slightly cool, which contrasted sharply with his burning heat.

His dark eyes were half-closed, and his large hands roughly pinched and kneaded her soft waist through the fabric of her nightgown.

The air grew increasingly scorching, a boiling fire burning through Zhou Jingchen's limbs and bones. He felt as if he had a high fever, his body burning intensely.

A moment later, a soft, sweet voice drifted into his ear, sounding both reproachful and coquettish:

"Why is it so different from when I was a kid...?"

Zhou Jingchen was going crazy. His thin lips brushed against her fair cheek, his voice hoarse and fiery:

"Baby, let me kiss you, okay?"

"Eek~ No..." She frowned, determined not to do as he wished.

"You're deliberately torturing me, huh?"

"You little rascal, how could you be so naughty..." He gently nibbled at her ear with his sharp teeth.

The room was heated to its maximum temperature, and slightly sweaty, snow-white arms rested on the blankets.

The little princess threw a tantrum: "I'm not playing anymore, hmph!"