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

Zhou Jingchen could feel her rapid heartbeat beneath his palm, her warm body temperature, and her soft, full breasts.

The sweet fragrance emanating from the young girl in his arms wafted into his nostrils, stimulating his reason.

His eyes were dark as he tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her closer, cupping her face in one hand and kissing her again.

His demands were too intense; his lips and tongue were extremely aggressive.

There was a height difference between the two; one was slightly bent over, while the other was forced to tilt his head back.

Wenxi's soft, delicate hand rested on his chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the powerful beating of his heart beneath the thin fabric; her young blood was boiling.

His mouth was clean and smooth, with a light and pleasant tea aroma.

Their lips were pressed tightly together.

The girl in my arms was like a soft and sweet little cream cake. Her pink lips were so soft and tender, her smooth little tongue was sweet, and her mouth was full of silky and rich milky flavor.

Zhou Jingchen got to taste it! He got to kiss it!

His heart trembled, his soul trembled!

The more they kissed, the more confused and disoriented he became; the more they kissed, the harder it was for him to control himself. His breathing grew heavier and heavier, and he wished he could swallow the whole little cake whole.

So he took her tongue in his mouth and sucked hard.

The girl in his arms flinched in pain, frowned, and pulled away, letting out a soft "Mmm..." sound like a kitten.

She opened her beautiful, moist eyes and looked at him, her gaze unfocused, a mixture of coquettishness and reproach.

Zhou Jingchen's heart melted.

As if under the influence of countless rays of light and heat, the glacier, silent for millennia, suddenly cracked open with its first fissure, and the ice surface, as hard as iron, was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He swallowed hard, tightened his arms, and hugged his little sun, his little princess, his light, his beloved, his everything.

Wenxi rested her head against his chest, her breathing erratic, her weak voice carrying a hint of dissatisfaction: "Zhou Jingchen, you hurt me just now."

"I'm sorry," he apologized softly.

Then he lowered his head and, like a puppy, lovingly licked and kissed the corners of her lips, again and again, tenderly pecking at her soft, pudding-like lips.

The two kissed for what felt like an eternity, leaving Wenxi dizzy and completely exhausted.

The moment he finally released her lips, he reluctantly and gently nibbled at them.

Wenxi, panting, collapsed softly into his arms. She suddenly remembered asking Qian Xiaoxiao what kissing felt like, and he replied: "Indescribable."

It's truly wonderful...

Zhou Jingchen was such a good kisser; he kissed her so hard she felt like she was floating on a cloud, her limbs and bones feeling light and airy.

Wenxi nestled quietly in his arms, calming her racing heart. Golden sunlight streamed in through the window; the most beautiful sunset was about to arrive.

This was her first kiss, and also his.

Zhou Jingchen sighed silently, feeling as if it were all a dream.

He thought that even if all of this was fake, even if it was just a little game in Wenxi, even if he was just a stand-in, he would accept it.

The room was so quiet that only the two people's hot, turbulent breathing and their pounding hearts could be heard.

Wenxi felt a warm drop of liquid fall on her cheek. She tried to look up, but he held her head down, preventing her from moving.

After a long while, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and asked in a low, husky voice, "Want to go watch the sunset?"

"Mmm." Wenxi looked like a docile kitten at this moment, with a lingering pink blush on her cheeks.

He was meticulous and patient, helping her put on her pretty lace stockings and white sneakers, and then took her to the beach.

It was exactly six o'clock. The setting sun slowly sank, turning half the sky red and making the entire sea surface sparkle.

They sat side by side on the stone steps by the roadside, recalling the kiss they had just shared. They were both a little awkward, a little confused, and a little embarrassed.

At the horizon, the setting sun, like a ripe pumpkin, slowly sank into the sea.

Wenxi exclaimed, "The sunset at the beach is so beautiful!"

Zhou Jingchen glanced at her sideways and said, "She is very beautiful." Wenxi's eyelashes were long, curled, and thick, especially when viewed from the side, the curve was even more beautiful.

The girl picked up a small pebble and threw it far away, awkwardly trying to start a conversation:

"Zhou Jingchen, what do you want to do in the future? What do you want to do after graduating from university?"

Without hesitation, he replied, "My major is in technology and internet-related fields, and I'm quite interested in that myself. What about you?"

She rested her chin on her hand, thought seriously for a moment, and said, "Me? Of course, I'd dance, or become a star. I love the feeling of being the center of attention."

Zhou Jingchen smiled warmly, his gaze focused: "Wenxi, your dream will come true."

She smiled, revealing her little tiger teeth: "You can too."

The clouds in the sky scattered in wisps, dyed in shades of rouge, rose, and purple, creating a magnificent and dazzling scene.

The two locked eyes, their heartbeats suddenly skipped a beat, their ears turned bright red, and then another silence fell.

Wenxi clutched her skirt tightly, stared at his lips, and blurted out, almost unconsciously, "Zhou Jingchen, I didn't learn it just now..."

He paused for a moment, and the next second, he stretched out his long arm, and Wenxi felt her body lighten as he was held horizontally in his arms with his arm around her waist.

She was startled and let out a soft gasp. Her arms wrapped around his neck helplessly, and the tips of her ears turned a blush of embarrassment.

He leaned in and kissed her, wrapping his arms around the back of her neck, pressing his palm down, and covering her lips with his burning tongue.

The stunning sunset cast long shadows of the two figures intertwined. Zhou Jingchen kissed her slowly, his long fingers cupping the back of her head, his tongue gently tracing the shape of her lips, tender and lingering, as if he were slowly memorizing her warmth and breath.

After watching the sunset, people walked ashore, creating a noisy atmosphere.

Wenxi's body went weak from his kisses, and she buried her head in the crook of his neck, too shy to lift it up.

On the way back, she quietly slipped her hand into his.

He gripped it tightly with his large hand, his heart pounding wildly.

This time, holding hands was different from before. The two had held hands countless times since they were children, but this time, their hearts were pounding, and their palms were even sweating.

The taxi drove slowly along the road, the two holding hands tightly, and finally their fingers intertwined.

Something seems to have changed, yet it also seems like nothing has changed.

No one spoke, nor did they try to investigate or clarify what the situation was.

Wenxi is not good at deep thinking; she follows her heart in everything she does and is a person. She laughs when she is happy and cries when she is sad.

She didn't know why she liked kissing Zhou Jingchen, or why her body went weak when he kissed her. She just felt that she enjoyed the moment. She wanted to hold his hand, so she did. She wanted to kiss him, so she found an excuse and they kissed.

She knew Zhou Jingchen would never refuse her; she had that kind of confidence and pride. As for anything else, Wenxi dared not think about it.

Zhou Jingchen dared not break the silence. He felt that this journey was like a dreamy, colorful bubble woven for him by God, and he dared not poke it, for fear that it would burst if he did.

The two were too young at the time, trapped in the blurred boundary between "friends" and "lovers". They were afraid of losing the bond they had formed over the years, but they were also unsure of each other's feelings. Neither of them dared to break this boundary, this safe zone.