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

This was the first time Wenxi had stayed in a hotel.

Upon entering the room, she excitedly dropped her luggage and pounced on the large bed: "Oh my god, the bed here is so soft, the bed at home is so hard!"

Zhou Jingchen helped her put her luggage away and handed her a bottle of water: "Have some water first."

She picked up the bottle and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls, then looked up at him with her little face and said, "I'm hungry."

"Shall we go eat now?" he asked.

"Mmm-hmm-hmm." Wenxi nodded vigorously a few times.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot." She jumped up.

She took a small box out of her crossbody bag. "Try this on, I bought it for you."

"I saw this bracelet when I was shopping with my roommate last time, and I felt it would suit you perfectly."

Wenxi felt that the two of them should reciprocate; since he had given her a necklace and money in return, she should buy him something in return.

Zhou Jingchen lowered his eyes, and the girl took his hand. Her long eyelashes were lowered, curled and thick, and her soft fingers brushed against the back of his hand as she carefully put the bracelet on his wrist.

It was a black braided bracelet.

It features a silver safety buckle engraved with auspicious cloud patterns and several silver bamboo sections. The design is simple and understated, making it very suitable for men to wear.

"Alright!" Wenxi pulled the drawstring, patted his hand, and looked up at him with a bright smile: "Do you like it?"

Zhou Jingchen has fair skin, is tall, and has long hands with distinct joints. Beneath the porcelain-white skin on the back of his hands are clearly visible veins that exude youthful energy.

The black bracelet on his wrist complemented his appearance perfectly, making him look even more refined and elegant.

He raised his wrist and looked at it for a long time, his dark eyes fixed on her, a smile curving his lips: "I like it."

"Hehe, then you can wear it all the time and you're not allowed to take it off." She laughed like the moon in the sky.

Zhou Jingchen nodded.

After resting for a while, the two left the hotel. It was lunchtime, so they went to whichever restaurant along the street was the most crowded.

Finally, we found an old restaurant that served stir-fried seafood. The signboard at the entrance was old, but the aroma was irresistible, and the restaurant was packed.

The owner was a dark-skinned, burly man with a buzz cut, wearing a white T-shirt and a towel draped over his shoulder. He stood at the stove by the door, cooking while nodding to greet the customers who came in.

The two waited a while before getting a table. They ordered several signature dishes, and Wenxi said generously, "It's on me today," then winked, "with your money, hehe."

Her little tiger teeth peeked out, and she grinned foolishly at him.

"Okay." Zhou Jingchen looked indulgent and accommodating.

He gazed at her, and his heart suddenly softened, pounding wildly at the sight of her voice and smile.

The next second, another thought flashed through her mind: Did she also smile at Qin Xiao like that?

Zhou Jingchen drowned again in the deep pool, unable to breathe.

He pinched his leg, telling himself not to overthink things and to cherish the time he spent with her.

The small restaurant was bustling with customers, and dishes such as braised octopus with scallions, boiled shrimp, and sea cucumber rice were served one after another.

Wenxi, being a carnivore, immediately had his eyes light up and couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks and start eating heartily.

Zhou Jingchen picked up a small bowl, scooped a bowl of rice into it, and placed it in front of her. Then he peeled shrimp for her, arranging the firm and bouncy shrimp meat neatly around the edge of the plate.

Taking care of her seems to be deeply ingrained in his DNA; seeing her eat to her heart's content brings him more happiness than satisfying his own stomach.

After finishing their meal, it was already past 1 p.m. The two strolled around the neighborhood. There were many shops along the street selling bikinis or beach dresses, with colorful styles and bold, novel designs.

Wen Xi excitedly pulled Zhou Jingchen into a shop where colorful swimsuits and beach dresses hung on the shelves, their polyester fabrics swaying under the fans.

Her fingertips brushed over the fabrics one by one, and after ten minutes, she was overwhelmed by the choices.

In the end, I chose a lemon yellow swimsuit and a colorful beach dress.

Wenxi, clutching the clothes, smiled and said with a raised cherry-red lip, "You wait here and don't leave. Help me figure this out later."

He nodded obediently, "Mm."

She pulled the curtain of the fitting room shut with a "whoosh," and Zhou Jingchen leaned against the door frame to wait.

The rustling sound of fabric rubbing against skin could be heard from inside.

The boss, a woman in her thirties, leaned to one side, sizing up Zhou Jingchen, and said, "Your girlfriend is really beautiful."

Zhou Jingchen paused for a moment, then shook his head: "She's not my girlfriend."

The other person joked, "Oh, what's there to be shy about? You college students are just so thin-skinned."

"Zhou Jingchen, come in and help me..." Wenxi's voice came from inside the curtain.

With the proprietress watching with amusement, Zhou Jingchen walked to the door of the fitting room, leaning on his cane.

Wenxi poked his little head out, and a slender white arm pulled him inside, quickly drawing the curtain shut.

The proprietress spat out a mouthful of sunflower seed shells, a knowing smile playing on her lips: "Not your girlfriend? Tsk tsk."

Zhou Jingchen entered the fitting room, glanced at the girl in front of him, and his breath hitched slightly when he saw her clearly.

She immediately closed her eyes and felt a surge of heat rising from her lower abdomen.

Wenxi frowned and pinched his waist: "Hey, why are you closing your eyes? The back button seems to be tangled in my hair. Can you help me get it out?"

She had just put on her swimsuit top when she realized it had padding, so she had to take off her bra before putting it on.

Unexpectedly, during the process of taking off and putting on her clothes, her hair got caught somewhere, and every movement pulled her scalp painfully. She dared not move anymore and could only call him in to help.

The fitting room was cramped and narrow, and the two were very close together; their breaths mingled as they spoke.

Zhou Jingchen opened his eyes. She had taken off her long dress and was only wearing a very short lemon-yellow skirt. Her fair and slender legs were exposed naked in front of him.

The thin straps at the back of her swimsuit, her hair, and the clasps of her bra were tangled together, revealing a slender, fair waist with a graceful curve.

Two people sitting very close together in a cramped space.

He was immediately thrown into a state of confusion, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet, his heart pounding uncontrollably, and he could hardly breathe.

"Don't just stand there! Where did your hair get tangled?" Wenxi tried to take off her shirt again, but her hair got pulled again, and her scalp hurt from the tugging.

"Don't move." Zhou Jingchen's heart was pounding, and his fingers stiffly reached out to help her untangle her hair.

Outside, the proprietress was cracking sunflower seeds, staring at the fitting room with interest, listening to the ambiguous sounds that occasionally came from inside.

The girl's voice was delicate and sweet.

"Ouch, be gentle..."

"Don't touch there, it hurts."

"Are you done yet? Hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

"Ah...don't pull my hair."

The boy's voice was deep and hoarse, tinged with nervousness.

"Don't move, it'll be over soon."

"It's too tight..."

"It'll be out soon."

"Ouch, why did you bite me?"

Several strands of Wenxi's hair were pulled out. With red eyes, she bit Zhou Jingchen's arm hard, saying, "You're so clumsy."

After starting university, she lost a lot of hair every day, and now she cherishes these few strands.

"I'm sorry," he apologized softly.

The fitting room was cramped, and Zhou Jingchen, covered in sweat, finally managed to untangle all his tangled hair.

Wenxi took off her swimsuit, wearing only a white lace bra with thin straps, revealing her beautiful butterfly-shaped back.

Although her back was to him, Zhou Jingchen was tall and could still clearly see the curve of her chest.

Snow-white and round.

His ears burned, and he inhaled deeply, trying to dispel the inexplicable heat within him.

Wenxi lowered her head, about to unhook her bra, when she remembered there was someone else there. She turned around, glanced at him, and muttered, "Get out, I need to change."

Zhou Jingchen then realized what was happening, hurriedly turned around and went out to help her close the curtain of the fitting room. When he came out, he met the strange and gossipy eyes of the proprietress.

He sat awkwardly to the side, wiping the fine sweat from his forehead, and waited patiently for good news.

A short while later, Wenxi pulled back the curtain.

Having grown up in an inland city, this was the first time she had worn such a swimsuit. The fabric barely covered the key parts of her body, revealing her great figure.

"Does this outfit look good?" she asked Zhou Jingchen, glancing at her boss who was looking at her, and then awkwardly pulled down her short skirt above her thighs.

The lemon yellow color made her skin look even whiter than snow, highlighting her curves, slender waist, and long legs. She looked like a snow fairy, graceful and beautiful.

Zhou Jingchen's dark pupils stared intently at her, and he felt something warm welling up in his nostrils, as if it wanted to overflow.

He hurriedly turned his head away and said, "It's fine." He suddenly felt that going on a trip with her was tantamount to self-torture.

Wenxi wasn't too satisfied with his reaction; it was alright, just so-so.

The proprietress walked over, speaking with a strong Haizhou accent, and praised, "Little sister, you have a great figure. This color suits you very well; it looks really good on you."

Wenxi stood in front of the mirror, hands on her hips, looked at herself, and said, "Thank you, I'll try on that dress again."

In a moment, she changed into that brightly colored dress, as if she were wearing the whole spring, looking radiant and charming.

After twirling around in front of the mirror a few times, Wenxi was quite satisfied. She turned to Zhou Jingchen and said, "Hey, how's this outfit?"

The boy rested his cane lightly against his leg, looked up at her, and said, "This outfit is better than the last one." At least it's not as revealing.

Wenxi clicked her tongue and said to the shop assistant, "Wrap up both sets, and he'll pay."

She has a strong rebellious streak. Zhou Jingchen thought the swimsuit was just so-so, but she insisted on buying it.

She wears pretty clothes to make herself happy, not to impress men.

The two strolled around leisurely for the entire afternoon, stopping and starting, until the sunset painted the city's outline in gold before returning to their hotel.

Wenxi threw down the bags of various sizes in her hands and collapsed onto the bed.

Zhou Jingchen neatly stacked the things in the corner, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and sat on the edge of the bed looking at her: "You must be tired, right? Go take a shower and get some rest. We're going to the beach tomorrow."

"You go wash up first, I'll lie down for a bit," she said lazily, waving her hand.

"Okay." Zhou Jingchen took off the black bracelet from his wrist, placed it on the bedside table, and then went into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, but it stopped in less than fifteen minutes.

Zhou Jingchen came out of the bathroom.

He was shirtless, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his waist and abdomen clearly defined by thin muscles. His sweatpants hung loosely at his waist, and his short, neat hair was half-dry. He was surrounded by a refreshing aura.

Wenxi leaned lazily against the headboard, glanced at him, and her eyes suddenly seemed to be burned, her heart trembling.

When did Zhou Jingchen get such a good physique?

While he was drinking water with his head tilted back, she secretly glanced at him a few more times. Zhou Jingchen's profile was sharp, with a high nose, thin lips, and a prominent Adam's apple.

His arm holding the bottle had smooth, defined muscles, and the veins beneath his fair skin were faintly visible; he exuded a cold and aloof demeanor.

The way a boy's Adam's apple bobbes is actually quite handsome...

Before he could get enough of looking, Zhou Jingchen had already walked to the bedside and quickly put on a short-sleeved shirt.

He turned around and caught her stealing glance. Wenxi hurriedly looked away and jumped off the bed, saying, "I'm going to take a shower."

"The ground is slippery, be careful," he reminded gently.

Zhou Jingchen leaned against the edge of the bed, his gaze sweeping across the room. When he came yesterday, he had already stuffed the condoms on the table into the very back of the bottom drawer of the bedside table.

He had previously gone to see a doctor with his parents and stayed in many hotels, so he was very familiar with the facilities and items in the hotels.

The reasons I came a day early were twofold: first, to pick up Wenxi, and second, to pack away some embarrassing items beforehand.

He recalled how, when they were kids, they foolishly blew up condoms like balloons.

Back then, condoms were packaged in small pieces of kraft paper, which could be blown up into a large white balloon.

Once, a few of the kids were blowing up balloons in the alley when an uncle passed by and seemed to find it amusing: "Hey, these little guys, they're using bird traps as balloons."

Back then, we were all just little kids, clueless and couldn't understand what they meant.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Zhou Jingchen's cold profile.

Wenxi took a quick shower and came out of the bathroom, her pretty face flushed pink from the steam.

A faint, lingering fragrance of bath perfume filled the air. The white nightgown was made of soft, comfortable fabric, packed into her suitcase by her mother before she left.

She jumped onto the bed, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Staying in a hotel is so nice. The bed is more comfortable than at home, and they have everything you need, like bath towels and toiletries."

Zhou Jingchen turned on the TV for her and handed her the remote control. "The TV screen here is bigger, you can watch some TV."

"Zhou Jingchen, is your family very rich?" Wenxi took the remote control, leaned against the headboard, and her calves and fair feet were exposed under her nightgown.

Such a nice hotel must be very expensive.

He replied, "It's alright. We're not particularly rich, but we're never short of anything for my sister and me."

"Oh..." Wenxi pressed the remote control in her hand to change the channel.

Zhou Jingchen went to the bathroom, intending to wash the clothes he had taken off that day. It was hot in Haizhou, and they would dry overnight.

He glanced at the pink vest dress that Wenxi had casually draped over her shoulder, along with the white panties and lace bra placed on top of the dress, and his eyes darkened.

I silently helped her wash everything by hand.

Wenxi was engrossed in watching TV when she noticed him walking back and forth in front of her repeatedly. She asked, "What are you doing?"

"Hang up the clothes." Zhou Jingchen hung her underwear and bra on the clothes rack and hung them side by side with other clothes on the windowsill vent.

Wenxi looked over, her face flushed red, and she instantly jumped out of bed:

"Zhou Jingchen, who told you to wash my underwear?" She had originally planned to wash it later.

"What's wrong?" He turned around, his expression tense, looking at her helplessly.

It's not like we haven't washed it before.

For some reason, a strong sense of shame welled up in Wenxi's heart.

Underwear and bras are both for covering her most important parts.

How could he? How could he?

Wenxi gritted his teeth, his cheeks burning like boiled shrimp, his brows furrowed, and he said fiercely:

"You're not allowed to touch my underwear!"