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

The quiet warmth of the room kept the darkness and storm outside the window, making it the perfect time for a kiss on a rainy night.

His nose gently touched her soft cheek, and he sucked on her slightly intoxicated tongue. He wasn't drunk, but his mind was even more muddled than hers.

"Ugh... Zhou Jingchen..." Wenxi sobbed, her fingers piercing through his short, black hair, the faint, pungent scent emanating from him filling her nostrils.

Her soft voice fell on his ear, and Zhou Jingchen let out a low breath, leaning over to cover him, his voice hoarse: "Baby, I love you so much..."

The cane that was leaning against the bed fell to the ground, and he pressed her hand onto the pillow, their fingers intertwined.

Zhou Jingchen knew she was drunk, and he was taking advantage of her.

Let him indulge himself this once, because he probably won't have another chance like this in the future.

He comforted himself by thinking that she wouldn't remember anything when she woke up tomorrow.

He kissed her deeply, a little too fiercely, his tongue entwining with hers, swallowing all her saliva, the faint scent of alcohol lingering between their lips and tongues.

Just as I was getting into the mood, suddenly, with a soft "snap," the room was plunged into darkness. It was probably due to a problem with the wiring caused by the extreme weather; all the lights in the building went out at the same time.

The room was dark, with only the occasional flash of lightning outside the window casting a sliver of light onto the two overlapping figures.

Wenxi tilted her head back, her tongue slightly numb from his sucking, her body bearing the weight of his pressing down on her, both of them breathing rapidly and erratically.

"Mmm...uh..." Wenxi was almost suffocating from the kiss. He reluctantly released her lips, his deep eyes in the darkness like a hunting animal staring intently at its prey.

The girl's face was flushed with spring fever, her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were moist, and her lips were glistening with moisture, her two red lips as moist as flower petals wet by spring rain.

Her skin was like the bright moonlight, radiating an unimaginable purity in the hazy light.

Zhou Jingchen swallowed hard, his feathery eyelashes trembling slightly as he suppressed his emotions.

The soft, cuddly lamb was in his arms. If he wanted, he could do whatever he wanted to her tonight, even carrying out the lewd acts he had fantasized about countless times.

Wenxi felt dizzy, as if she were dreaming, having a beautiful erotic dream.

With her eyes half-closed in her drunken state, she gently raised her finger and traced it along his brow, down to his high nose bridge, and then to his sharp, thin lips, murmuring softly, "Zhou Jingchen, you're quite handsome."

These were words she wouldn't say when she was sober. He chuckled, opened his mouth and bit her slender white knuckles, gently nibbling them a few times with his teeth, then lovingly kissed her palm.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I like it..." Her voice was weak, slightly hoarse from being drunk.

"What does baby like?" His long-suppressed, wicked nature was unleashed. His tongue lightly licked along her earlobe, deliberately guiding her to say what he wanted to hear. "Do you like Zhou Jingchen?"

"Ah..." The wet, slippery tongue swept across her ear, and Wenxi flinched, a soft moan involuntarily escaping her lips. "No, stop licking..."

"Baby said, 'Wenxi likes Zhou Jingchen,'" he said in a deep, husky voice, his warm breath brushing against her thin red earlobe. "If you say that, I'll let you go."

"Hmm..." The girl's small hand pressed against his hard chest, feeling the taut muscles that exuded youthful strength. She stared at him innocently, her eyes red from his teasing, making her look even more like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Wenxi... likes... Zhou Jingchen." Her sweet breath escaped her lips, her soft voice lingering in his ear.

Zhou Jingchen felt restless, and all the blood in his body rushed to one place.

He couldn't resist sealing her lips with a fierce kiss, sucking hard until her lips were swollen and red. When she was moaning and gasping for breath, he moved his lips down her chin to kiss her fair and slender neck.

He was just a young lad, completely infatuated and without any restraint. Soon, he left faint kiss marks on her fair and clean neck, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

His breath was hot, and the storm in his eyes was even more intense than outside the window. He cursed himself inwardly: Zhou Jingchen, you're not human, yet he was also intoxicated by her soft fragrance.

His tongue lingered on her fair skin, circling her ears, neck, and collarbone... kissing the girl beneath him until she trembled and felt weak and limp.

They had lived and eaten together since childhood. He knew her bra size and remembered the softness of her breasts when they came close to him countless times.

Zhou Jingchen was completely absorbed in it, his mind sinking into depravity. He felt like he was committing a crime, yet he was too passionate to stop.

The wind outside the window grew stronger and stronger, and large raindrops fell, tearing the banana leaves along the street with a crackling sound.

"Ugh, don't kiss me... there..." Wenxi's pale fingers weakly pushed his head away. She almost melted into a puddle of water, whimpering and cursing him for being a bad dog.

Zhou Jingchen leaned in and kissed the corner of her lips, panting as he asked, "Is your little princess comfortable?"

Her eyes welled up with tears, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She nodded haphazardly, feeling incredibly comfortable, as if he were melting her. The dream was so real, so exciting, that Wenxi was completely absorbed in it and didn't want to wake up.

The rationality in his eyes gradually turned to ashes, like a long-dormant caged beast, dark and oppressive, about to break free of its cage.

His inherently wicked nature was now fully unleashed. Taking advantage of her drunkenness, he no longer needed to pretend and whispered seductively in her ear, "How about making the little princess more comfortable?"

"How...is it more comfortable?" She looked at him innocently with her watery eyes.

Zhou Jingchen's heart skipped a beat. He kissed her eyelids, her delicate nose, lips, chin, and neck.

His lips pressed against her skin, gliding down to her flat, white belly. His lips slowly and gently caressed her skin, his voice deep and husky: "Baby smells so good..."

That handsome face,

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