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

You've got yourself all worked up like this, and you just stop like that?

Zhou Jingchen's breathing became erratic, his desire burning fiercely, wishing he could immediately pin her down and fuck her until she cried out in vain.

But then he remembered that her face was still slightly swollen and her period was still causing her cramps, and his heart softened again.

The girl beside him had fair and delicate skin, and her pale body swayed before his eyes, every inch of her captivating his heart.

All the heat in his body suddenly gathered in one place.

He swallowed hard, patiently pulled the person into his arms, lowered his breath, his eyes burning with longing and anticipation, and coaxed humbly:

"Sister, can I touch you a few more times?"

"don't want!"

She pouted her pink lips, rejecting him decisively yet coquettishly.

Feeling unwell, Wenxi groaned twice, found the most comfortable position in his arms, and closed her eyes.

No matter how strong or how difficult it was for him, she didn't care.

A moment later, the sound of light, steady breathing could be heard.

She actually fell asleep.

Zhou Jingchen held her soft, fragrant body firmly in one long arm, while his other hand rested on his taut forehead. With his eyes closed, he let out a long, helpless sigh, forcefully suppressing the heat within him.

In the middle of the night, she slept very restlessly, constantly kicking off the covers. Sometimes she rolled to the edge of the bed and almost fell off, and other times she lay across the bed, taking up most of it.

Zhou Jingchen woke up several times, and each time he gently pulled her back into his arms and tucked her in again.

The winter moonlight streamed into the room through the thin gauze curtains, casting a soft glow on the floor, as bright as if covered with a thin layer of snow.

By the dim light, he gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, his heart softening completely. He couldn't help but pinch her delicate nose, then lowered his head and kissed her soft lips, gently sucking on them.

The girl's lips were pink and sweet like a peach. Zhou Jingchen sucked on them for a while. The sleeping girl was disturbed, wrinkled her nose, put her hand on his chest, and let out a soft moan.

Afraid of waking her, he could only retreat, his breathing disordered, and gently pat her bottom, coaxing her softly like a child.

His dark eyes gazed at her intently in the dim light, tender and affectionate, overflowing with doting love.

Zhou Jingchen held her slender, jade-like hand to his thin lips and kissed it, his voice magnetic and his tone obsessive:

"Sister, you're not allowed to leave me again."

I will lock you up.

-

As dawn broke, the gentle morning light spilled through the window.

Wenxi was woken up by hunger; her stomach was rumbling, and the side of the bed was empty. She threw off the covers and got out of bed.

The sheets and clothes that had been soiled by her period last night were drying on the balcony, but he had washed them clean.

Through the glass door of the kitchen, a tall and upright figure was busy at work, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing the smooth lines of his wrist bones.

Soon, Zhou Jingchen came out carrying two trays. He looked up and saw her sleepy face. His eyes softened. "Awake? Go wash up. Breakfast is ready."

"The hospital just sent a message saying that Auntie can be discharged. We'll go pick her up together after breakfast."

"Okay." Wenxi rubbed her frizzy bangs, her voice still soft and sweet from just waking up.

Today he wore a pure black turtleneck sweater paired with black casual pants, and his figure was as slender as bamboo.

He placed the plate and two glasses of hot milk on the table, walked over to her, and leaned down to gently kiss her red lips a few times.

"I've squeezed the toothpaste onto your toothbrush, go wash up now."

"I want a hug..." she said listlessly, her mood still quite grumpy.

Her snow-white arm hooked around his neck, and she jumped lightly.

Zhou Jingchen immediately raised his hand to support her buttocks, and she clung to him like a small pendant.

Two slender legs encircled his narrow waist, and she leaned lazily against his neck, her nose brushing against the crisp cedar scent emanating from him.

He held her firmly in his arms and patted her bottom: "Still sleepy?"

"Hmm..." Her voice had a muffled nasal tone.

"Does your tummy still hurt?"

"Mmm~" She shook her head, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and inhaled his fresh scent.

"Zhou Jingchen".

"I'm here." He turned his head and kissed her fair, pink face.

She tilted her head back, leaned in and kissed him, her eyes curving into crescents: "How can you be so good to me?"

"What's so good about it?" He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Anywhere is fine." She said sweetly.

The smile in his eyes deepened, and he said meaningfully, "Then...shouldn't we give him a reward?"

Her starry eyes flashed, and the corners of her lips curled up. "No!"

"You're such a cheapskate." He smiled indulgently and helplessly as he carried her to the bathroom to wash up.

-

After having dinner, the two tidied up Xiang Qin's room and then drove to the hospital.

Wenxi sat in the passenger seat, gently twisting her fingers: "My mom definitely can't accept our relationship right now. We'll tell her slowly after she's discharged from the hospital."

Zhou Jingchen tightened his grip on the steering wheel, remained silent for a long while, and then reluctantly replied, "Okay."

Dingkang Private Hospital.

The two helped Xiang Qin pack her things. The doctor came over and gave her a few words of advice, repeatedly emphasizing that she must keep a cheerful mood after being discharged from the hospital. Breast cancer is often caused by emotional distress and depression, so she must not be stimulated again.

Upon hearing this, Wenxi turned to look at Zhou Jingchen, her eyes filled with a clear warning.

If her mother knew that she was with Zhou Jingchen, she would probably faint from shock, and she would certainly not be in a good mood.

The latter received the signal and obediently nodded.

On the way, Zhou Jingchen was driving, and Wenxi was sitting in the back with her mother. Xiang Qin was wearing a woolen hat and a heavy down jacket, her eyes filled with tears as she watched the street scenes rushing past outside the window.

She once thought she wouldn't live much longer, but now her health has improved and she's able to be discharged from the hospital.

Looking at her daughter beside her and her "son" in front of her, Xiang Qin felt content and happy, and had something to look forward to in the future.

As the car entered Jingyue Terrace, Wenxi helped her mother walk in front, while Zhou Jingchen followed behind carrying the luggage, and they went upstairs together.

The moment you push open the door, a spacious and bright living room comes into view, with excellent natural light and a warm and elegant decor.

Wenxi held Xiangqin's arm and said softly, "Mom, this will be our home from now on."

Xiang Qin's eyes welled up with tears. She walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the view below, and murmured, "If only your father were still here."

Zhou Jingchen put his luggage aside, helped Xiang Qin to sit down on the sofa, and squatted down in front of her, saying:

"Auntie, let's go to Lianghe to visit Uncle after the New Year."

"Okay, okay..." Xiang Qin raised her hand and gently stroked his hair, as if she were treating her own son. "Jingchen, after a while, bring your girlfriend home for dinner, and Auntie will cook something delicious for you."

Wenxi's eyelids twitched immediately.

He cleared his throat and touched the tip of his nose. "Mom, let me take you to the bedroom."

All three bedrooms in this house face south, providing excellent natural light.

The largest room was specially reserved for Xiang Qin. The room was spotless, with a light beige Japanese-style four-piece bedding set on the bed. The ceiling lights could be switched between warm and cool light at will, showing thoughtful attention to detail, making it warm and comfortable.

Xiang Qin touched the soft bedding, then turned to Zhou Jingchen: "Jingchen, you've given us such a nice house to live in, so where are you going to live?"

"Auntie, I have another house not far from here, so I can come and visit you and my sister often," he replied with a smile.

"That's too much trouble. It would be much better if you lived with us."

Zhou Jingchen was of course willing. He subconsciously looked at Wenxi beside him. She cleared her throat and frowned slightly.

So he pursed his lips, suppressing his disappointment, and said, "It's okay, Auntie. My place is close to the company, so it's convenient for commuting. You and your sister can stay here without worry. Call me anytime if you need anything."

Night falls.

The three of them enjoyed a warm dinner together. Zhou Jingchen then got up to say goodbye: "Auntie, I'll head back now. Please get some rest."

Wenxi immediately got up, picked up the trash bag by the door, and said, "Mom, I'm going downstairs to throw out the trash and see him off."

"Girl, put on your coat, it's cold outside," Xiang Qin instructed, then looked at Zhou Jingchen, "Jingchen, drive carefully, be safe."

The two answered "okay" in unison and went out the door side by side.

As soon as they entered the elevator, Zhou Jingchen immediately pressed himself against her, wrapping his arm around her waist and trapping her in a corner, his tone filled with grievance and dissatisfaction:

"When can I tell Auntie? I don't want to do it secretly."

He feared that things might get complicated if things dragged on, and even more so, he feared that unexpected complications might arise.

Wenxi gently pushed him away, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, and said reproachfully:

"It's only the first day, why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you hear what the doctor said? She can't handle even the slightest stimulation right now, she has to stay in a good mood."

"All right."

He lowered his eyelashes, took her hand, and intertwined his fingers with hers.

He lingered with her in the dark first-floor emergency exit, kissing her for a long while. His arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, and his tongue was entwined with hers in a long, lingering, wet kiss until her cheeks were flushed and she was panting heavily before he let go.

The two pressed their foreheads together, their breaths mingling, lingering and reluctant to part.

Zhou Jingchen held the back of her hand, lowered his head and kissed it several times, his voice low and husky: "I'm leaving."

"Mmm." Wenxi pushed his chest, tidied her messy hair, and tried to calm her disordered breathing.

She stood at the entrance of the building, watching his car drive out of the community before turning around and going upstairs.

The TV was on inside, and Xiang Qin was sitting on the sofa. Seeing her return, she turned and asked, "Jing Chen is gone?"

"I'm leaving." Wenxi bent down to change into slippers, her ears still flushed.

"Have you met Jingchen's girlfriend? What does she look like? Is she pretty?"

Wenxi paused in her action of changing into slippers, and mumbled, "I...I've seen them, they're quite pretty."