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

After taking a shower, she seemed a bit more awake. Lying on the bed with her legs crossed, she rested her chin on her hand and asked Zhou Jingchen, "Where are the photos we took today?"

The two took a photo together at the museum entrance today, one for each of them as a souvenir.

"It's in the bag," Zhou Jingchen said, pulling out one of the photos and handing it to her.

In the photo, Wenxi is holding his arm, grinning at the camera, and leaning her head slightly against his shoulder.

The girl wore a long dress and carried a small crossbody bag, looking lively and pretty; the boy was handsome and upright, with a slight smile playing on his lips. Behind them stood the buildings of the Haizhou Museum.

The TV in the room was on, broadcasting news about Typhoon Kima passing through Haizhou, and the hotel windows were rattling loudly in the strong wind.

Wenxi stared at the photo for a long time. By the time Zhou Jingchen came out after taking a shower, she had already fallen asleep on her pillow.

Zhou Jingchen turned off the TV, walked to the bedside, and tried to take the photo out of her hand, but the girl held it tightly and pressed it closer to her chest. He could only let her be and helped her pull the blanket up a little.

The warm yellow light fell on her, casting a soft halo around her. The girl seemed to be sleeping soundly, her breathing even, her face warm, with a slightly flushed, tipsy look on her cheeks.

Zhou Jingchen leaned his cane aside, sat quietly by her bedside, stared blankly at her sleeping face for a while, and then slowly tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear with his long, slender fingers.

The girl seemed to sense something, and unconsciously touched her nose while frowning.

The raindrops pattered rapidly against the windowpane. Suddenly, a silver snake-like bolt of lightning tore through the clouds, as if it were about to strike straight into the room, making a tremendous noise.

The little one in the blanket seemed startled and shrank her shoulders. Zhou Jingchen quickly reached out to cover her ears.

"Don't be afraid," he reassured gently.

Zhou Jingchen gazed intently at her, and just looking at her filled him with immense satisfaction. A smile curved his lips, and his handsome features softened like water.

His little princess is so beautiful. She was beautiful when she was little, and her features have become more defined as she's grown up, making her even more stunning.

Her fair face was serene, her cheeks were rosy, her long eyes were closed quietly, and her raven-feather eyelashes cast a faint shadow.

With a high, delicate nose, the two people need to turn their faces away when kissing...

Thinking of this, Zhou Jingchen felt a sudden itch in his throat. He rolled his Adam's apple, and he desperately suppressed the dry itch.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and he remained in that position, covering her ears to block out the rumbling thunder and lightning.

Wenxi was fast asleep, her red lips slightly parted. Perhaps she was having a dream, she stuck out her pink tongue and licked her lips, letting out a soft moan. Her lips, which were originally a perfect shade, were glistening with moisture, making them exceptionally alluring.

Zhou Jingchen's eyelids twitched, his dark eyes were even darker than the night outside. He couldn't help but slowly lower his head, cup her face, and place a kiss on her moist, rosy lips.

He recalled the last time they went back to Pingjiang and went to the amusement park together, Fang Haoyu asked him, "Why do you like Wenxi?"

Why would he like Wenxi? Zhou Jingchen hadn't thought about that question.

He felt that no one would dislike Wenxi.

Kind, innocent, passionate, lively, cute, sincere, enthusiastic... all the beautiful words in the world can be used to describe her.

As far back as Zhou Jingchen can remember, he and Wenxi have been inseparable.

She was spoiled, domineering, and full of tricks. She often bullied him, making him call her "sister," "little princess," or "young lady." She always seemed to be oppressing him.

Fang Haoyu said, "Are you a masochist?"

Zhou Jingchen thought, no. Others can't see how good Wenxi is, only he knows how good Wenxi is.

When they were little, when others called him a cripple, Wenxi rushed up and fought with them; he had difficulty walking, and for so many years Wenxi accompanied him to and from school through wind and rain; Wenxi loved to snatch his food, but she was also happy to share. She would always buy him some snacks too. From childhood to adulthood, she never ate alone.

She would always complain, "Zhou Jingchen, you're such a hassle," while simultaneously helping him with this and that when he had difficulty walking.

Zhou Jingchen had never thought about playing football, but Wenxi would never leave him alone at home. Whenever she went out to play with Fang Haoyu and Jiang Xiaoya, she would always take him with her.

Fang Haoyu said, "You can't run or jump, how can you play football?" Wenxi said, "You can be a goalkeeper, and he has crutches, so the crutches are his legs." Gradually, Zhou Jingchen also learned to play football, even though he used crutches and his movements were slow and clumsy, he had a lot of fun with his friends.

If it weren't for Wenxi, he would most likely have become the most sullen, friendless, and discriminated-against oddball in that alley.

When he went to the beach with Wenxi, his crutch would sink into the sand. He originally planned to just sit on the stone steps and watch her play, but Wenxi didn't mind the trouble and insisted that he put his arm around her shoulder and move step by step to the beach so that his crippled leg could touch the soft sand.

This is the kind of girl she is: stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside, with a lively personality, good manners, and a heart purer than ice and snow.

She shines, and that light can influence many people; who wouldn't like her?

Besides, Wenxi is also very beautiful. She has big eyes, long eyelashes, and pink lips that are more delicate and beautiful than flowers.

She can dance, and on stage, her every move is like that of a graceful little fairy. Who wouldn't like her?

Zhou Jingchen wished he could hide her in a small jar, so that only he could see her and she would belong to him alone.

The night was deep, the dark sky stretched to the horizon, and a torrential downpour soaked the earth.

Zhou Jingchen tucked her in, then couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her rosy little lips. He was a coward, only daring to kiss her when she asked, only daring to steal kisses from her while she was asleep.

He secretly hoped that Wenxi would know his feelings, yet he was also afraid that she would find out. This contradiction tormented him for many years, almost tearing him apart.

The girl's lips were soft, and her breath carried the rich aroma of wine. He lingered on her lips, gently sucking on them.

After a while, he straightened up slightly and suddenly met the girl's open eyes.

Wenxi's eyes were red-rimmed, her gaze slightly hazy with intoxication, and she called out to him in a soft, sweet voice, "Zhou Jingchen~"

Zhou Jingchen felt an awkward sense of being caught doing something wrong. He coughed lightly, trying to cover up his inner panic.

Just as she was about to get up and return to her own bedside, a pair of snow-white arms encircled her neck. The girl's cheeks flushed, and she whispered, "I want a kiss..."

She closed her eyes and pouted her little mouth, looking both charming and adorable.

Seeing that his kiss was delayed, she opened her eyes, pointed to her mouth, and said, "I want a kiss." Her beautiful eyes stared straight at him, as if they had invisible hooks that wanted to draw Zhou Jingchen in.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he leaned in and kissed her lips.