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

Her heartbeat became disordered; she had never felt this way before.

He leaned in and kissed her lips passionately. "Do you like it?" His voice was deep, warm, and incredibly husky.

Wenxi blushed and wanted to kick him, but she had no strength at all.

She lay there, feeling dizzy, her black hair disheveled, a few strands of it damp and clinging to her forehead. Two wet tears hung from her eyelashes, threatening to fall, making her look like she had been badly bullied.

She didn't reply, and soon succumbed to drowsiness with her eyes closed.

Tonight, Zhou Jingchen held firm to the last line of defense.

He can serve his little princess, he can make her more enjoyable and comfortable, but he will not possess her, not under any circumstances.

He was willing to prostrate himself at the hem of her skirt.

His dark eyes were fixed on her the whole time, watching her bite her lip, watching her furrow her brows, watching her like a delicate flower in the wind and rain.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction rose from the bottom of his heart. Seeing her comfortable was even more pleasant than the relief of his own desires.

Zhou Jingchen lay beside her, facing her, listening to her even and deep breathing.

Wenxi nuzzled her head against his neck, seemingly trying to find a more comfortable sleeping position. Her lips accidentally brushed against his Adam's apple, the soft touch sending a shiver through him, and the lingering fire in his heart reignited.

He let out a low breath, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his surging desire almost bursting out of its cage.

The next second, he reached out his hand...

Before long, the air felt like it was on fire, and even the lungs felt like they were burning.

He couldn't take it anymore, panting, his dark eyes fixed on her sleeping face, calling out "little princess," "baby" incoherently, his voice hoarse to the extreme.

A deafening roar echoed across the sky, and lightning pierced the darkness.

Zhou Jingchen's chest heaved violently as he panted, gently pecking at her rosy lips a few times before pulling her into his arms with satisfaction and lightly kissing the top of her head.

That was enough; he was more than satisfied with this outcome. He dared not dream of anything else.

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After a night of torrential rain and strong winds, the air was filled with the fresh scent of rain.

When Wenxi woke up, she found the bed next to her empty. The window was slightly ajar, and fresh air was flowing in.

Her head was throbbing and her body was extremely sore. She regretted indulging in too much mountain wine the day before.

It was already bright outside, and the clock on the wall of the room pointed to eleven o'clock.

For no apparent reason, I recalled the erotic dream I had last night, and the tips of my ears quickly turned red.

Wenxi touched her cheek. She had only kissed Zhou Jingchen a few times, and she was already having that kind of dream. That was too exaggerated.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I actually dreamed about him...

He called her baby and kissed her all over her body. Help, it's so embarrassing.

Wenxi got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. She turned on the tap and used cold water to cool her cheeks. When she looked up, she suddenly noticed several red marks on her neck.

Her gaze paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. Then, while changing her clothes, she noticed marks of varying shades on her chest and inner thighs...

At that moment, the door opened from the outside, and Zhou Jingchen walked in, leaning on his cane, carrying with him the clean scent of the morning.

His gaze swept over the marks on her neck, he swallowed nervously, waved the breakfast in his hand, and said, "I just went downstairs to buy food."

"It rained all night last night, and a lot of tree branches were broken..." he said as he walked inside and put breakfast on the table.

He didn't wake up until after nine o'clock. Thinking that she would be hungry when she woke up, he went to buy some breakfast and brought it back to have a snack.

Wenxi gave him a strange look, walked up to him, and noticed that there were two red marks on his neck. She immediately sat down and complained to him:

"This hotel has bugs, look how many they've bitten me..."

He lowered his eyes and opened the breakfast bag for her, his voice slow and deep: "Yes, I was bitten too. I've already told the hotel staff, and we'll change rooms today."

"Oh..." Wenxi didn't dare to say anything more because she had a shameful erotic dream.

Zhou Jingchen handed her the peeled tea egg: "Does your head hurt?"

She nodded, then shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

He placed the soy milk next to her before starting his own. "I'm going to buy some local specialties this afternoon; I'm going back tomorrow."

Wenxi took a big bite of the tea egg, feeling a pang of sadness. "I'm going back tomorrow..."

She's had a great time these past two days. How come time is going by so fast? I wish it could slow down.

In the afternoon, the two bought some local specialties and returned to the hotel, where the front desk arranged for them to change rooms.

On the night before their parting, both of them suffered from insomnia, and when they woke up the next day, their eyes were covered with a haggard bluish tint.

The taxi sped along the flat, wide road in Haizhou. Wenxi's hand was placed beside his, but he made no attempt to hold hers.

She lowered her eyes to look at the backs of their hands, which were so close together, gently bit her lip, and curled her knuckles.

Zhou Jingchen is about to start quitting again. Every time he sees her, he has to spend a lot of effort to quit. Especially this time, the two had intimate contact, and he feels it is even harder to quit than last time.

Will Wenxi kiss Qin Xiao when she goes back? Will she tremble under another boy, and will she softly call out Qin Xiao's name?

"Probably." Zhou Jingchen felt a sharp pain in his heart.

These past few days have felt like a fleeting dream; for him, it's time to wake up here.

Everything will be set right and return to normal. They will still be best friends, and he will always have a place in Wenxi's heart.

The car slowly stopped in front of Terminal 1 at the airport. The driver got out to help with the luggage. Zhou Jingchen's boarding gate was in Terminal 2, and the two were going to part ways here.

Wenxi opened the car door, glanced at him before getting out, and asked, "Don't you have anything you want to say to me?"

He didn't dare look her in the eye, afraid that he wouldn't be able to resist pulling her into his arms and crushing her.

Suppressing her reluctance, she gently smiled and replied, "Be careful. I'll call you when I get to school tonight."

Wenxi's eyelashes trembled slightly. She gripped the door handle tightly, then stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut with a loud "bang."

She pulled her suitcase and strode quickly into the terminal, leaving him with a cold, graceful silhouette.

The driver got into the car and drove towards Terminal 2.

For many years afterward, Zhou Jingchen regretted that if he had been braver back then, if he had hugged her, pressed her into his arms, kissed her, and told her frankly that he loved her, didn't want to be separated from her, and made her break up with that damned boyfriend and be with him...

Wouldn't so many things have been avoided later? Would the two of them have missed each other for so many years?

He should have done that, but he didn't.

He was used to being humble and had never thought that Wenxi would like him, especially since he had overheard Wenxi telling Jiang Xiaoya that she didn't like him. He had never dared to hope for her affection.

His cane was placed right next to him, serving as a constant reminder that he was disabled.

His love blossomed in the shadows, hidden from the light. He was disabled, and Wenxi was the apple of Uncle Wen and Aunt Xiang's eye. He could be their son, but they would never let him be their son-in-law. Zhou Jingchen was well aware of this. He had been more mature than his peers since childhood.

People have so many regrets: they regret doing something stupid, they regret not expressing their feelings in time, they regret not performing well in an argument, they regret this and that. Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Even if time could be reversed, under the same circumstances and with the same mindset, you would still make the same choice, because it is an inevitable part of growing up.

The plane soared into the sky, reaching thousands of miles above, where everything below shrank into an inconspicuous dot.

Wenxi leaned against the porthole, staring blankly at the dark mountains outside. She was in a terrible mood. Why didn't Zhou Jingchen kiss her or hold her hand when they parted?

Oh, I almost forgot, she's been the one initiating things these past two days. Zhou Jingchen was forced by her; he just habitually went along with her.

Perhaps he didn't really want to kiss her; he was just going along with her and experiencing the thrill of tasting forbidden fruit for the first time.

Wenxi felt a pang of sadness and almost wanted to cry.