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

The two sat in the car, their breathing clearly audible to each other.

She said, "Zhou Jingchen, you wish."

Those bright red cherry lips, speaking coldly and ruthlessly.

Zhou Jingchen's back slumped instantly, the light in his eyes dimmed inch by inch, and a reddening crimson crept into the corners of his eyes. His voice was hoarse: "Can't I even think about it?"

Wenxi replied coldly, "There are plenty of men who want to sleep with me; you don't even have the right to wait in line."

He saw the sneer in her eyes.

Zhou Jingchen's heart sank again, and the reckless courage he had just displayed crumbled in an instant.

He overstepped his bounds; he crossed the line. He almost forgot that Wenxi had never liked him.

Whether it was the limping, taciturn boy of the past or the Zhou Jingchen who shines brightly even in a crowd today, she paid him no heed.

She can be with anyone, but never Zhou Jingchen.

Overwhelmed by a sense of defeat, he suddenly realized that it would be completely unnecessary for Wenxi to feel even a little inferior in front of him because of her current financial difficulties.

He was always the most insecure person. The one who falls in love first is the most humble, and the one who loves most deeply is the most miserable.

He carried this inferiority complex for over twenty years.

In his eyes, she will always be that bright, dazzling, and arrogant little sun, while he will always be the shadow chasing the light.

Zhou Jingchen's voice was low, tinged with self-mockery, as he asked again, "I... really can't even think about it?"

Wenxi ignored him, took out her phone to make a call, and he suddenly came to his senses: "Who are you calling?"

She rolled her eyes at him: "Song Xianglin, have him come pick me up."

Zhou Jingchen's gaze darkened and fell on her body wrapped in a coat.

The fabric barely covered anything; the shirt collar was loosely unbuttoned with three buttons undone, revealing a delicate, snow-white curve below the neck; the hem of the coat barely covered the upper thighs, leaving the smooth, jade-like skin completely exposed, dazzling to the eye.

Why would she dress like this and have Song Xianglin pick her up?

Zhou Jingchen was so angry that his chest felt tight, and he almost vomited blood.

His thick eyebrows furrowed, and he could no longer restrain himself. He snatched her phone with one hand and gripped her wrist tightly with the other, as if he wanted to crush her bones: "Don't you dare call!"

"Stay here tonight."

Wenxi instantly bristled, struggling violently with her arms, and shouted angrily, "Don't touch me!"

It's that same phrase again: Don't touch her...

"Why can't I touch her?" Zhou Jingchen was going crazy, his eyes bloodshot, his jealousy practically overflowing. "I can't touch her, but Song Xianglin can, is that it?"

"Yes... um!"

Before her clever little mouth could utter any hurtful words, Zhou Jingchen had already forcefully pounced on her and covered her luscious lips with his.

Seven years.

The kiss, which had been separated for seven years, came at this moment like a flood breaking through a dam, surging in with a devastating force.

Wenxi's mind went blank for a moment, as if a buzz had gone off.

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the man so close to her.

Zhou Jingchen closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling violently, and with a reckless bravery, he firmly captured her lips.

In his youth, Zhou Jingchen couldn't explain what "love" was; he simply silently protected her. He felt irritated when she read love letters written to her by other boys; his heart ached as if being pricked by needles when she talked about her daily love life; he darkly wished that his little sun belonged only to him.

At this moment, Zhou Jingchen understood: love is unwavering, love is irrational, love is savage, jealous, and possessive.

He couldn't bear the thought that she didn't see him, and he couldn't bear the way other men coveted her.

The heater in the carriage was blowing hard, and the temperature suddenly soared, making everyone feel hot all over. The tips of their ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and even their breaths became scalding hot.

Their lips and teeth clashed together as he punished her by biting her tender red lips with his sharp, white teeth.

"Ugh..." Wenxi winced in pain and let out a soft cry.

His voice was firmly blocked, and finally turned into a soft, whimpering sound like a gentle spring breeze.

From that moment on, their breathing and heartbeats became rapid and erratic, and everything fell into chaos.

He pressed her tightly against the cold car window, radiating a ruthless and reckless aura—emotions suppressed for over twenty years, finally bursting forth at this moment.

His broad, calloused hand gripped the back of her fair neck, forcing her to tilt her head back and endure his intense touch.

The man's rapid, heavy breath sprayed onto her cheeks, carrying a cool, faint scent. His rough tongue swept aggressively across her pearly teeth, with an unyielding domineering force.

Seemingly feeling that this wasn't enough, he plunged in and curled her wet, slippery tongue around, biting and sucking, frantically plundering her, as if he wanted to draw her whole body into his. He was too domineering, too passionate!

Wen Xi's eyes reddened with anger; she felt that Zhou Jingchen was bullying her. He'd really grown up now, daring to be so disrespectful and bully her like this!

She stubbornly raised her hand, trying to push him away. But his body was like a towering mountain, pressing heavily on her. His chest was as hard as iron, and his arms were terrifyingly strong. Her little strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of him, completely futile.

Outside the car window, fine snowflakes began to fall without my noticing.

The train carriage was bustling with activity.

Wenxi got angry and, unable to push him away, bit his lip instead.

Filled with hatred, she bit him recklessly, her sharp teeth sinking mercilessly into his thin lips.

Zhou Jingchen let out a muffled groan and a low hiss. Their teeth and lips collided haphazardly, the taste of blood filling their mouths.

A faint, sweet, fishy taste traveled from his lips to the tip of her tongue, and then from the tip of her tongue back to his mouth.

He bit her, and she bit him back. Both of them were angry and angrily bit each other in a messy and chaotic manner.

Something was surging wildly in my blood. I couldn't tell if it was pain, anger, frustration, or a deep-seated throbbing within me.

This wasn't a kiss; it was mutual biting, a venting of emotions, and a contest.

Her sweet, delicate fragrance lingered around him. A faint scent of wine and a hint of orange-scented cigarettes lingered on his lips, a sweetness that sent shivers down his spine.

In the midst of their chaotic caresses, her coat slipped off her fair shoulders, revealing her smooth collarbone. Every inch of her skin shone with an alluring luster, making one's heart itch.

He swept across her lips and tongue, and she bit him haphazardly. Their breaths mingled, their lips and tongues clashed, and the trail of their saliva echoed in each other's ears and minds.

Wenxi breathed heavily, her cheeks flushed, and a tingling, pleasurable sensation emanated from her lips and tongue.

The man's strong masculine scent made her dizzy. Although she verbally rejected him, her body language betrayed her acceptance and liking.

Yes, she likes both the quiet and aloof Zhou Jingchen of the past and the tough and domineering Zhou Jingchen of today.

Wenxi hated him for bullying her like this, and hated herself even more for being so pathetic as to fall for him.

Her nails dug deeply into his shoulder, and Zhou Jingchen let out a heavy sigh, his Adam's apple bobbing frequently, his lips and tongue moving with even greater force.

He gripped her waist and pulled her closer, his breath hot and suffocating, his blood burning with a fiery passion, as if he wanted to devour those beautiful lips, tear her apart, and possess her completely.

In the dim light of the carriage, their intertwined figures were reflected as they kissed fiercely and passionately, with an air of recklessness and utter despair.

Above my head, without me noticing, the fluffy cat ear headband had quietly slipped off and fallen under the seat.

Until he was completely lost in passion, his lips slowly moved down to her fair and slender neck, his hot breath spraying onto her skin.

Wenxi woke up with a start, as if she had been burned, and forcefully pushed away the head buried in her neck.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed in the carriage.

She sat up in a panic, frantically wrapping her slipped coat around herself, her chest heaving, still shaken.

Zhou Jingchen was stunned by the slap, but quickly regained his senses. His long, narrow black eyes fell on her, his gaze deep and intense.

The woman's cheeks were flushed, and her beautiful eyes were misty with anger and grievance. Her lips were swollen and glistening from being kissed, like jelly covered in honey, exuding an extreme pitifulness, yet also extreme allure.

As he watched, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Wenxi frowned, glaring at him angrily, and shouted, "You bastard!"

His lips were in no better condition than hers; they were bitten until the skin was broken, the taste of blood filling his mouth, and the pain was palpable.

He couldn't possibly bear to bite her; he knew she was most afraid of pain.

However, she really bit him, like a cat that had gone mad, her sharp teeth mercilessly piercing his lips.

Zhou Jingchen extended his thumb and gently wiped his lips. Looking down, he saw a few streaks of blood on his fingertip.

He smiled silently. Did it hurt? Yes, it did. But there was an even stronger, long-lost sweetness; at least he tasted it, didn't he?

I tasted her flavor, and I tasted the flavor of what I had longed for day and night for the past seven years.

Before he could speak, Wenxi's gaze swept over his lips, catching sight of the glaring red. Her eyes flickered, and she turned her face away, her voice strained: "Serves you right!"

After a long while, Zhou Jingchen slowly sat back in the driver's seat and started the car.

His low, husky voice mingled with the roar of the engine: "I'll take you back."

Wenxi didn't respond. She just curled up in the passenger seat, gently pursing her swollen lips, tilting her head, and stubbornly looking out the window, refusing to look at him again.

-

Tonight, the night in Wanxingyuan residential area is particularly different.

I lived in Wenxi for three months. Every time I came back late at night, the roads in the neighborhood were terrifyingly dark. Most of the streetlights were broken, and walking on the road always gave me the creeps.

But tonight, brand new streetlights have been installed along both sides of the roads inside and outside the residential area.

The warm yellow light dispelled the heavy darkness, illuminating the road brightly. The light stretched all the way to the entrance of her building.

Zhou Jingchen parked the car downstairs and turned off the engine. He got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door.

Before Wenxi could react, her body suddenly felt light as he picked her up.

His arms were strong and powerful, making her waist appear even more slender and supple in comparison.

Upon landing, Wenxi staggered slightly and instinctively grabbed his shoulder. The two were very close, Zhou Jingchen's warm breath brushing against her ear, carrying a faint scent of tobacco. Wenxi blinked slightly.

After regaining her balance, she blushed for a moment, then turned around and angrily stomped on his foot again. She glared at him with her beautiful big eyes before going upstairs.

The high heels clicked on the floor in the hallway. Zhou Jingchen stood by the car, head held high, his deep eyes watching her pass by through the windows of each floor.

The bicycles and clutter that used to be piled up in the stairwell have all disappeared and been cleaned up.

As Wenxi ascended each floor, the motion-sensor lights above her head would turn on, their warm yellow light clearly illuminating the steps beneath her feet.

She looked up at the light above her head; it was brand new, with a high wattage, and dazzlingly bright.

This light dispelled the darkness and the chill, and seemingly, without our noticing, it seeped into a soft spot deep within our hearts.

It goes without saying who was behind it.

Zhou Jingchen stood silently in the cold wind, his gaze fixed on the window on the top floor.

A short while later, the light in that window came on.

She's home.

Wenxi was still wearing his oversized coat. She walked to the window and happened to meet his gaze from downstairs.

Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as if an electric current had passed between them.

The next second, she slammed the curtains shut, blocking his view.

Zhou Jingchen stood in the cold wind for a while, lost in thought, before getting back into the car.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the passenger seat, his pupils contracted slightly, and he bent down to pick up the fluffy cat ear headband from the ground.

He lowered his eyes and stared for a moment, then slightly raised the corners of his lips. What a fierce little cat!

The car window opened, and a long, slender hand with distinct knuckles reached out, flicking the ash from its fingertips.

The air was icy cold, filling the entire carriage. Zhou Jingchen leaned back in his seat, tilted his head back, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring. Amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes were somewhat vacant.

He felt a pang of regret for his earlier outburst and repeatedly told himself to be patient, to hold back, to gradually smooth out her sharp edges, to find out the truth, and to treat her well in a way she could accept.

The cage door is open; we'll have to wait for the kitten to crawl in on its own.

......

in the room.

Wenxi took off her coat and went to the bathroom to turn on the hot water.

Warm water droplets poured down from above, soaking my entire body.

She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, but the kiss from just moments before kept flashing through her mind uncontrollably. The force of his large, restraining hand, his hard chest, his cunning and domineering lips and tongue...

The rising steam caused a blush to creep onto Wenxi's cheeks.

She came out of the bathroom and dried her hair. She went to the bedside and took out a booklet. The first page had a group photo with the Haizhou Museum in the background. The young boy and girl were smiling at the camera.

Turning the page, you'll find a family photo: Dad, Mom, Grandpa Zhou, and her and him.

Behind a few pages of photos were my mother's medical records and some IOUs...

Wenxi turned back to the first page, her fingers tracing the boy with a cane in the photo, staring at him for a long, long time.

The light enveloped her, making even her sharp thorns appear soft.