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

Spring of 1995, Pingjiang City.

A gentle breeze stirred the white curtains, and the faint morning light filtered through the thin veil into the dimly lit bedroom, casting shimmering shadows on the floor.

The bedroom, which is a little over ten square meters, has two single beds against the wall, one inside and one outside, separated by a curtain.

The bed near the door had its blue checkered sheets neatly spread out, and the blankets were folded into squares, exuding a clean and tidy feel.

Inside, by the window, on the bed with pink and white striped sheets and a matching duvet cover, a little girl was sleeping soundly like a little pig, hugging her blanket.

She was wearing a light pink nightgown, her face was a little chubby, and her limbs were not thin but perfectly round and fair, which made her look like the kind of child who usually had a good appetite.

Her wispy bangs were slightly curled, and her long, upturned eyelashes resembled a delicate little brush.

Its nose is small and delicate, its mouth is slightly open with a silly grin, and clear, moist saliva hangs from the corner of its mouth, flowing onto the pillow and wetting a small patch of the pillowcase.

The bedroom door was gently pushed open from the outside, and a handsome boy with delicate features moved in quietly, leaning on a specially made cane under his left arm.

He walked to the window, glanced at the girl who was still lost in her dream, sighed, and drew back the curtains.

With a "whoosh," the crisp sound of the curtain hook made the girl frown.

She suddenly pulled the blanket over her face to block out the glaring light.

After a long silence, he muttered a complaint: "Zhou Jingchen, you're so annoying..."

Zhou Jingchen pursed his lips, mustered his courage, and urged her, "We need to go to school, Wenxi. If you don't get up soon, we'll be late again today."

Five minutes later, Wenxi rubbed her sleepy eyes, struggled to sit up in bed, and with her messy hair, rolled her eyes at the boy standing by the window, saying fiercely, "What did you just call me?"

Even from a short distance, Zhou Jingchen could clearly sense her morning grumpiness, as well as the faint milky scent floating in the air.

Wenxi has drunk a bottle of pure milk every day without fail since she was a child.

Zhou Jingchen felt that she had been marinated in sweet milk, like a walking candy.

He lowered his eyes and called out in a very soft, obedient voice, "Sister."

Wenxi seemed satisfied, a smirk playing on her lips, and commanded, "Little dog, bring me my clothes!"

If Xiang Qin and Wen Zhiting were home, she would never dare call him a puppy, or Xiang Qin would beat her. Only when the adults were not home would she call him that without restraint.

Zhou Jingchen is Wenxi's little dog, and even Zhou Jingchen himself thinks so.

He didn't mind the nickname at all; ever since he could remember, Wenxi had called him "little dog."

She never called anyone else that; it was her "exclusive nickname" for him.

Even from childhood to adulthood, she often found pleasure in teasing and bullying him.

Zhou Jingchen walked to the walnut wood floor wardrobe, opened the door, and found that it was mostly filled with Wenxi's clothes, mostly pretty little dresses in various colors... In a small corner, there were a few of his spare clothes.

He doesn't stay here every day; he only comes to stay at the Wen family's house when Grandpa Zhou is working the night shift.

If Grandpa doesn't work the night shift, he will go back to live with Grandpa at his own house across the street.

"May I ask which dress Miss would like to wear today?" He turned his head to look at her, his voice clear and gentle, the "Miss" carrying a hint of coaxing.

He knew she had a terrible temper in the morning, hated getting up early, and didn't want to go to school. So usually in the early morning, he would call her by the names she liked, such as "Miss" or "Princess."

"Pink? Blue? Or yellow?" Zhou Jingchen's gaze fell on her chubby little face.

Wenxi's skin is so white, like a freshly boiled egg after peeling. If you were to gently poke it with your fingertip right now, it would feel so tender and delicate.

The girl covered her face in pain, let out a long sob, frowned, and angrily pounded the bed board with her little pink fist.

She looked up, resigned, and said, "I want to wear the one with the little bee on it." Her voice was slightly hoarse from just waking up.

He chuckled, understood, reached for the pale yellow Peter Pan collar dress on the wardrobe, turned around, and saw the girl rustling under the covers, quickly taking off her nightgown.

When Wenxi saw him looking over, she smiled slyly and mischievously threw the nightgown she had just taken off her body precisely at his face.

The smooth fabric, carrying a sweet and soft fragrance, wafts towards you.

He froze for a moment, then naturally pulled off the cloth covering his face, his eyes filled with helplessness, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

Wenxi stretched out her snow-white arms from under the covers, skillfully pulled her dress over her head, lifted the covers, jumped out of bed, and shuffled off to wash up in her plastic slippers.

After washing up and entering the bedroom, she found that the quilt was folded neatly, the sheets were spread out without a single wrinkle, and her nightgown was neatly folded in the corner of the bed.

The clinking of dishes and chopsticks came from the kitchen, and the warm morning light fell on the bed. Her morning grumpiness had long since vanished, and she skipped off to the kitchen.

Zhou Jingchen, dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt and jeans, was busy working in front of the stove.

He placed two bowls next to the stainless steel pot, supported himself with his cane on his left arm, and held a spoon in his right hand, scooping out white rice porridge from the pot and putting it into the bowls with practiced movements.

The boy is already 174 cm tall, with a cool and handsome face and a straight back.

The fingers holding the rice spoon were pale and white, with distinct knuckles, and faint blue veins on the back of the hand, like a work of art.

He exudes a maturity and composure beyond his years, despite his youthful innocence.

If it weren't for the crutch under his left arm, he would look no different from an ordinary boy.

Zhou Jingchen ladled out the porridge, picked up a bowl, turned around, and his gaze suddenly met a pair of delicate and beautiful eyes, causing the porridge in the bowl to sway almost imperceptibly.

Wenxi stepped forward, looking embarrassed. "I'll take it. If my mom sees this, she'll scold me again."

Standing next to him at 156cm, she looked short. Looking up, she could see the boy's long neck and prominent Adam's apple.

Wenxi often thought bitterly, "God is really unfair."

They eat the same food every day, and besides, she's a year older than him, so how come he's so tall?

She took the bowl from his hand and, while carrying it, placed the other bowl from the stove onto the dining table in the living room.

Zhou Jingchen also sat down at the dining table and leaned his cane against the edge of the table.

On the table were two eggs, two steamed buns, and a dish of cold shredded cabbage salad, which Wenxi's mother, Xiangqin, had prepared for the two of them before she went to work.

The living room wasn't large, with a wooden table, a simple sofa, a television, a chest of drawers, and just a few simple pieces of furniture.

A vase and several small handmade wooden carvings were displayed on the dresser.

A large wooden photo frame hangs on the wall, containing several photos.

One of them is a wedding photo of Wenxi's parents, Wen Zhiting and Xiang Qin, taken last year. In the photo, Xiang Qin is smiling radiantly, wearing a wedding dress and leaning beautifully on her husband's shoulder, looking every bit the happy little woman.

One of the photos is a work photo taken when Wen Zhiting was promoted to director of Hongxing Machinery Factory. He is wearing a black suit and has an extraordinary demeanor between his brows.

Another photo is of Wenxi and Zhou Jingchen when they were eight years old, holding hands and sitting together on a stool.

In the photo, Zhou Jingchen sits upright, smiling slightly at the camera; at that time, Wenxi was going through the process of losing her baby teeth and was missing two front teeth, so her grin looked rather silly.

Wenxi gripped her chopsticks, stuffing steamed buns and vegetables into her mouth. She glanced at the clock on the wall and thought, "Damn it, 6:50!"

She quickly shoveled the porridge in her bowl, urging indistinctly, "Eat quickly, we're going to be late."

The boy opposite sighed. It's always like this; they only realize they're in a panic when things are really urgent. He definitely won't make it to the 7 AM self-study session.

Wenxi slurped down most of a bowl of porridge, licked her lips, and suddenly remembered that she hadn't packed her things yet. She hurriedly stuffed her homework into her schoolbag and zipped it up. Then she dashed into her bedroom to grab a pair of white lace socks. She was like a bolt of lightning, rushing around the room.

When she sat back down in her chair, panting, Zhou Jingchen had already peeled the hard-boiled egg and placed it on the plate in front of her.

"Eat eggs," he said.

Wenxi threw the socks into his arms, then casually placed her round, white feet on his lap, flapping them twice against his taut thigh muscles, and commanded:

"Little dog, hurry, hurry and help this princess put on her socks!"

The girl had two thick braids hanging over her shoulders, and her beautiful eyes seemed to hold stars as they blinked.

She takes it for granted that she can order people around, and she is extremely skilled at it.

He leaned back in his chair with a swagger, grabbed an egg from the edge of the plate, and stuffed it into his mouth. He thought to himself that having a little servant was great; he could eat and put on his socks without any problem.

Zhou Jingchen calmly held her fair and delicate feet, lowered his head, and patiently helped her put on her socks.

The silly girl across from me was eating eggs in big bites. Perhaps she was choking a little, so she picked up the porcelain bowl and slurped down two mouthfuls of rice soup.

The white cotton stockings with lace trim matched her yellow dress perfectly. Petite and delicate, she looked radiant in the bright spring sunshine.

The girl smiled, her eyes crinkling, and lightly rubbed his palm with her foot, praising him:

"Thank you, my dear brother!" Her voice was sweet and cheerful, and she smiled charmingly.

Zhou Jingchen blinked, his deep black pupils fixed on her, lost in thought.