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

At that moment, the sunlight that had been spreading across the sea was suddenly crushed by a dark, gray cloud.

It's going to change.

People began packing their belongings and hurriedly evacuating to the shore.

The wind suddenly changed direction, and the waves suddenly became rapid. The tide that had been slowly licking the shore was now crashing against the rocks with a "whoosh".

Wenxi and Zhou Jingchen also hurriedly got up and walked ashore. Less than two minutes later, a torrential downpour poured down on them, soaking them to the bone.

The tourists all evacuated to restaurants and convenience stores by the sea, and Wenxi and Zhou Jingchen also found shelter under an eave. Both were soaked to the bone, their hair still dripping wet, looking utterly disheveled.

Wenxi's face was still burning. Why was her heart beating so fast just now?

This has never happened before.

She felt that something had changed, and a fog of confusion pressed down on her heart like a dark cloud overhead.

Less than ten minutes later, the rain stopped and the sky cleared. The two decided to go back to the hotel to change their clothes.

In the car, Wenxi sat close to the door, far away from Zhou Jingchen.

He stared at her for two seconds, secretly regretting that he had almost revealed his feelings.

She probably hasn't noticed anything yet, has she?

Will she distance herself from me?

If she finds out what I'm thinking, she'll never be as affectionate as she used to be.

He seems to have messed everything up.

Neither of them spoke in the car, and this strange silence continued until they returned to the hotel.

"Go take a shower first, change into something dry, don't catch a cold." Zhou Jingchen's voice was a little hoarse.

Wenxi hung her head, not even looking at him, and hummed in response before entering the bathroom.

The sound of running water filled the bathroom. Zhou Jingchen leaned weakly against the wall. It was over.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water stopped.

The bathroom door was opened a crack, and Wenxi peeked out, her small face barely visible, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Zhou Jingchen, bring me that blue dress from my suitcase."

"it is good."

"And...and underwear."

The last syllable was so faint it was almost inaudible, but Zhou Jingchen heard it clearly.

He picked up the folded clothes, walked over, and knocked on the door.

The door opened, revealing a section of the girl's snow-white neck. Water droplets rolled down her collarbone, and her face was flushed pink from the steam.

She quickly reached out, took the clothes, and slammed the door shut, leaving behind the rustling sound of someone getting dressed.

After a while, she slowly emerged from the bathroom, glanced at Zhou Jingchen, and whispered, "Go take a shower."

When Zhou Jingchen came out after taking a shower, he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, her eyes vacant, as if she were pondering something.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding as if he were awaiting a belated judgment.

Judge his shady thoughts, and judge his fate of never being able to get close to her again.

"Wenxi, shall I help you dry your hair?" Zhou Jingchen asked somewhat hesitantly, his dark eyes fixed on her.

Wenxi nodded, and gave that soft "Mmm".

He took a white towel, sat down beside her, and moved gently and patiently. He first dried the ends of her hair, then wrapped the towel around her hair little by little and gently rubbed it to absorb the water.

"Zhou Jingchen".

Wenxi suddenly spoke, her gaze falling on his chin, as if she were considering something, or perhaps hesitating about something.

"Hmm?" Zhou Jingchen held his breath, drying his hair as he waited for her to pronounce his death sentence.

"I'm dating Qin Xiao."

"Hmm." His eyelashes were lowered, and his voice was so flat that no emotion could be discerned, only the knuckles of his fingers, which were gripping the towel, were slightly white.

The room was quiet, with warm sunlight falling on the floor tiles. The two of them were surrounded by the fresh scent of their bath, and the air was peaceful and serene.

Wenxi's gaze was fixed on his handsome face, her breathing shallow and light: "He said he likes me, loves me."

"Hmm." Zhou Jingchen's heart felt like it was being roasted over a fire, throbbing with pain, but he didn't even dare to furrow his brow.

"He took my hand, and we would take walks by the lake in the evening."

Wenxi didn't know why she lied about holding hands with Qin Xiao, but she just did it.

She tried to see something on Zhou Jingchen's face, but she couldn't see anything.

Zhou Jingchen's expression was indifferent. He seemed not to care whether she was in a relationship or whether she held hands with someone else, and he showed no emotion whatsoever.

Wenxi felt a pang of sadness, like the sour juice squeezed from an orange peel splashing onto her heart.

She bit her lip and continued, "One night a week ago, he asked me out and pinned me against a small tree by the lake..."

Zhou Jingchen suddenly stopped drying his hair.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked up at her, his brows furrowed, his eyes swirling with complex emotions, as if something had shattered, only to be forcibly suppressed by him.

His expression seemed conflicted and pained, as if he were being roasted over a raging fire.

Wenxi took in his expression, and she was satisfied. A sly smile curved her lips, and she said in a soft, sweet voice, "He wants to kiss me."

His hair was half-dry. Zhou Jingchen put down the towel, slowly lowered his eyes, and stopped looking at her.

A dull ache swept over him, and an overwhelming bitterness engulfed him.

Just then, the girl's voice rang out again, carrying a touch of naivety and a hint of desperate courage:

"He wanted to kiss me, but I don't know how to kiss."

"Zhou Jingchen, could you help me practice how to kiss beforehand?"

A drop of water rolled down from Zhou Jingchen's short hair and landed on the bed sheet, leaving a small wet patch.

He slowly raised his head, staring blankly at the girl in front of him, his gaze shifting to her cherry-red lips, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

Practice, kissing?

Does this silly girl even know what she's saying?

Who would hire a guy to practice kissing?

In this world, perhaps only Wenxi could utter such foolish words.

As he was thinking this, suddenly, his lips felt soft—

Wenxi tilted her head up and kissed his lips.

The soft touch was fleeting yet incredibly clear.

Zhou Jingchen's mind went blank for a moment, and his expression froze.

Then, his heart began to pound wildly in his chest, almost bursting out like a wild beast about to break free of its cage.

Seeing him standing there dumbfounded, Wenxi tilted her head back and kissed him again. This time, the kiss landed on the corner of his lips and lingered for a few seconds before leaving.

He remained silent, expressionless, and motionless.

Wenxi felt somewhat defeated and was starting to have second thoughts.

Just as she was about to say "if you don't want to, then forget it," before she could even open her mouth, her large hand suddenly gripped the back of her neck—

Zhou Jingchen took the initiative to kiss him.

His kiss was so forceful that their teeth even clashed.

Wenxi let out a soft "hmm" and instinctively placed her hand on his chest.

He restrained himself, his movements becoming gentle and graceful, with a cautious exploration.

Zhou Jingchen held her by the back of the neck with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer into his embrace, his hot breath spraying onto her cheek.

He held her soft lips in his mouth and kissed them gently, as if he were savoring a delicious cake.

The sweet taste flowed into my heart, filling every crevice.

Their high, straight noses met, and slowly, his tongue ruthlessly pried open her pearly teeth, tightly entwining with hers, kissing her with increasing force and depth.

Their lips met, their breaths mingling. The sweet, milky scent of Wenxi's breath mingled with the crisp, clean scent emanating from him, indistinguishable from each other.

This was the first time he had been so domineering, forceful, and passionate, completely unlike his usual docile self.

Wenxi's cheeks were burning, her ears were burning hot, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode!

The sun slowly set outside the window, casting a hazy, ambiguous orange light into the room, which silently fueled the growing atmosphere of ambiguity.

The sticky, saliva-filled sounds of kissing rose and fell, like damp raindrops pattering against one's ears.

"Mmm..." Wenxi let out a soft moan, her whole body softening from his kisses. She curled up in his arms, her hands crumpling his T-shirt.

He deprived her of all her oxygen, causing her to breathe rapidly. Her face flushed, and her eyes became hazy, as if veiled in mist.

"Wenxi," he finally stopped after a moment, his hot breath landing on her cheek, his voice deep and hoarse as he reminded her, "You can breathe."

The girl gazed at him with half-closed, dreamy eyes, her lips glistening from his kisses.

Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and pressed it tightly against her chest.

The soft touch made Zhou Jingchen shudder, and his breathing became heavier.

Like an innocent and adorable little fool, she parted her red lips slightly, and her soft, sweet voice reached his ears:

"Zhou Jingchen, feel it... my heart is beating so fast."