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

After a lively dinner, Xiang Qin was washing dishes in the kitchen and asked Wen Xi to help make the bed on Zhou Jingchen's bed.

The bedroom remained the same as before. Zhou Jingchen's original single bed was still there, but no one slept in it, and the bedding was all stored in the closet.

"This cane has a very soft armpit support. Was it bought or made?" Wen Zhiting examined Zhou Jingchen's black cane in the living room.

Zhou Jingchen stood beside him, much taller than Wen Zhiting, as upright as a snow pine on a high mountain, his voice clear and bright: "Bought."

Wen Zhiting tested the stability and tapped it: "Professionals really know how to design things. It's quite handy, isn't it? This way, walking won't be tiring."

Zhou Jingchen smiled and said, "It's alright. I'm still getting used to it. Actually, I'm more used to the cane you made for me. I still use that one at home."

Xiang Qin brought over a plate of sliced ​​fruit and placed it on the coffee table. The group chatted and laughed until late at night before going to sleep.

Around 11 o'clock, Wenxi came out of the bathroom wearing a white nightgown, her long, wet hair draped over her shoulders, and her face was fair and rosy.

Back in the bedroom, closing the door, it felt like returning to that little space that belonged only to the two of us.

Zhou Jingchen sat on the edge of the bed in his pajamas, his cane resting quietly against the headboard.

Seeing her come in, he waved the dry towel beside him: "Come here, let me dry your hair for you."

"Oh, so proactive~" Wenxi smiled and immediately leaned over.

Her hand rested on his thigh, and she leaned down slightly, skillfully rubbing a large, dry towel over her wet hair a few times before wrapping it tightly around the ends to absorb the water.

After a while, his hair was half-dry, and he said in a deep voice, "All done." He draped the towel over the back of the chair next to him.

Wenxi straightened up, brushed her long hair aside, and suddenly leaned forward to get closer to him.

"Zhou Jingchen, I just noticed that your Adam's apple has gotten bigger in the year since I last saw you~"

The girl's soft, sweet voice reached Zhou Jingchen's ears.

The warmth of his breath fell on his skin.

With that fair and pretty face so close, he unconsciously held his breath, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down a few times.

Wen Hao looked at him curiously, then grabbed his hand and compared it to her own: "Your hands have gotten bigger too."

She glanced down at the slippers Zhou Jingchen had been wearing before, which now seemed a bit too small. "Your feet have gotten bigger too."

She cupped his chin with one hand, examining him from side to side: "His head seems to have gotten bigger too."

They looked at each other with a puzzled and curious gaze, as if studying an unfamiliar creature.

Her sweet, milky scent seeped into his breath.

Zhou Jingchen's heart pounded, his ears turned red, and he hurriedly dodged backward.

He's no longer the silly little boy he was in middle school; he's an adult now, a college student.

In the dormitory, the boys would gather at night by flashlight to read pornographic magazines and talk about women's anatomy, such as buttocks or breasts.

Like now, when she gets closer, he gets hot all over, and his eyes always unconsciously look at her lips... Her red and tender cherry lips open and close, and her pink little tongue sometimes mischievously sticks out.

He wondered, what did Wenxi's lips taste like?

Does it taste like creamy ice cream?

It still tastes like milk candy?

"Zhou Jingchen, what are you daydreaming about?" She pouted her pretty little lips again.

Zhou Jingchen shook his head: "No, I'm listening to you."

"Oh dear, I have a whole lot to tell you." Wenxi chuckled, lifted the covers and sat on his bed, eager to share her little secrets with him.

The two leaned against the wall, their legs tucked into the blankets. Wenxi leaned close to his ear, as if whispering something:

"Let me tell you, my breasts have gotten bigger too."

Upon hearing this, the boy beside him froze for a moment, his earlobes turning bright red as if they were about to bleed, unsure of how to respond.

Wenxi rested her head on his shoulder: "In high school, a lot of people laughed at girls with big breasts, and everyone walked with their backs hunched over. Now that I'm in college, it's completely different from high school."

Everyone was dressed so revealingly—tank tops, low-cut dresses, miniskirts—each one more sexy than the last. They seemed determined to show off their figures.

"Is it like this at your school too?"

Zhou Jingchen nodded: "Yeah, you don't have to wear a school uniform in college, so you're free to dress as you like, and everyone feels more relaxed."

"I feel that going to university is much better than high school. When we don't have classes in the morning, we can sleep until the sun is high in the sky."

"Yes, university education relies on self-discipline."

Wenxi said, "I've joined a lot of clubs. Sometimes I go to nursing homes with my clubmates to dance for the elderly, sometimes I go to the suburbs with my club to pick up trash, and sometimes we perform on the street to raise funds for the Red Cross."

"Zhou Jingchen, what about you? What did you study? What did you do in college?"

Zhou Jingchen placed his hand on the blanket and said calmly, "I majored in Computer Science and Technology."

He smiled wryly: "My life is quite boring, you know. I have limited mobility, and I usually just study computers."

"Does anyone at school bully you?" Wenxi asked.

"no."

"That's good." Wenxi wrapped her arm around his and sat up straight, looking intently at him. "Tell me about your family. How are they? How do they treat you?"

"They've all been very good to me. My little sister is adorable and has a lively personality, a bit like you. Um... my parents are quite busy with work, but they often make time for us. I also have a grandmother at home, and she's very good to me too. It's just... she has a rather strong personality, and she and my mother argue quite a bit."

For example, when he got home, they asked him to change his name back to Lu Yize, but he refused.

He said he would keep Zhou Jingchen's name forever to commemorate Grandpa Zhou who adopted him.

The parents agreed, but the grandmother disagreed. The mother and grandmother had a fight.

"Oh..." Wenxi rested her chin on her hand, searching her memory for a long time. In fact, a lot had happened in the past year, but she couldn't remember it all at once.

She could only mention the most recent and memorable things: "There's a boy at my school named Qin Xiao, and he's pursuing me."

A single sentence struck Zhou Jingchen like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

After a long while, he finally hummed in agreement, a bitter feeling rising in his heart.

"He often brings me food, and he's always sending me flowers, drinks, and gifts. There's a cherry blossom path at our school, you must have seen it, right? He stood there and confessed his feelings to me." Wenxi's cheeks were flushed as she excitedly shared her little secret with him, resting her chin on her hand.

Zhou Jingchen swallowed hard, his fingers gripping the bedsheet tightly: "You two... you're together?"

"No," Wenxi shook her head vigorously, "I haven't agreed to him yet. My parents know about it. Once when he drove me home, my parents even invited him in to sit down."

"He said he likes me, that he's happy when he sees me, and that he feels empty when he doesn't see me." Wenxi said this a little shyly, paused for two seconds, and then continued softly:

"He's the captain of our school's basketball team, and he plays basketball a bit like Chen Xu. All the girls in our dorm love watching them play, and they always insist on dragging me along..."

She really does like athletic guys, guys who play basketball and can jump really high to dunk.

Zhou Jingchen felt like he had a licorice tablet in his mouth; even his breath tasted bitter.

The two talked until very late; she talked on and on, and he listened attentively, though he was forced to.

They talked until their throats were dry, so Wenxi went to the living room to pour two glasses of water and brought them in. After drinking them, they continued chatting, and whenever she thought of something, she would immediately tell Zhou Jingchen about it.

They talked about which cafeteria she liked to eat at, which teacher she liked to attend, which girl in her dorm was a germaphobe, who she was closest to, and who she didn't get along with.

They chatted until late at night before Wenxi yawned and crawled back to bed to sleep.

They've both grown taller and bigger, and Zhou Jingchen's single bed is a bit cramped.