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

Zhou Jingchen leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her ear: "If I hadn't caught you, you would have fallen."

He stretched out his long arm and hooked the suitcase at her feet to his side.

His well-defined fingers gripped the handle, while his other hand firmly grasped hers.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, but when they touched the burning heat of his palm, it felt like being scorched by fire.

"Let's go, you can't lift those steps."

The warmth traveled from his fingertips into his limbs and bones, causing Wenxi's heart to skip a beat before pounding wildly out of control.

She pulled her hand away from his, stomped her foot angrily, and glared at him with wide, almond-shaped eyes:

"Zhou Jingchen, are you looking for death?"

He paused, glanced at her, and spoke in a tone so indifferent it betrayed no emotion:

"If you want others to know something, we can stand here and talk slowly."

Wenxi was speechless for a moment, glared at him fiercely, and turned to walk away.

Zhou Jingchen pulled his suitcase and followed behind her at a leisurely pace.

Wenxi's mind was in turmoil. Whenever he stood beside her, her heart seemed to race uncontrollably. She hated this feeling of being unable to control herself.

The chirping of insects rose and fell in the mountains and forests, and the occasional cry of a bird barely drowned out the two people's voices.

"Where have you been these past two months?" he asked first.

"None of your business!" she said curtly without turning her head.

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

"I've already told you I never want to see you again in this lifetime!"

"I didn't ask Zhao Jingan to fire you, so you can't take your anger out on me."

"That's because of you that he fired me."

Zhou Jingchen said aggrievedly, "You're being unreasonable."

Wenxi's voice held a hint of anger as she turned and glared at him: "I'm talking nonsense!"

The two walked one after the other to a stilted house.

Wenxi stopped, crossed her arms, and raised her chin slightly: "Look, we're here. Mr. Zhou, if there's nothing else, I'm going back to rest."

"Something came up." He stepped forward. "Could you help me pack my luggage?"

Wenxi frowned at him, a hint of displeasure in her eyes, and asked, "Do you think I know how to clean up this?"

Zhou Jingchen curled his lips slightly, his tone confident: "I think you will, for the sake of this job."

The two walked up the creaking wooden steps. Zhou Jingchen lived in a separate building, where he lived alone.

Pushing open the door, you go up to the second floor and find a large suite bedroom with a modern bathroom on the inside. Although the bed in the master bedroom is also a bamboo bed, it is much larger than the one Wenxi and the others stayed in. It is fully equipped with cabinets and tables, and there are fresh flowers and green plants in the corner. The overall style is elegant.

Wenxi stood by the table, her gaze sweeping over the furnishings in the room, and she couldn't help but think to herself: As expected of the boss, even his place of residence is more upscale than others.

Zhou Jingchen leaned his suitcase against the wall and closed the door behind him.

He walked slowly to her side, then suddenly placed his hands on the edge of the table, his tall frame encircling her in his arms, forming a protective circle.

He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against the top of her hair, his voice low and husky, carrying a seductive quality:

"Do you like this room?"

"We can live together."

Wenxi rolled her eyes leisurely, then looked up at him and glared: "Zhou Jingchen, you should go see a neurologist."

Since their last meeting, he hasn't done anything worthwhile. He forcibly kissed her and kept saying nonsensical things; he's simply unreasonable.

Zhou Jingchen curled his lips into a half-smile, looking down at her with a warm breath on her skin.

"Sister, why aren't you running this time?"

Wenxi swallowed hard, her neck stiff as she met his gaze: "I came here to work and earn money normally, why should I run away?"

"I'm warning you, I just want to finish these ten days of work peacefully and get paid smoothly. I don't want to attract attention, cause trouble, or let anyone know about our relationship..."

Her delicate lips parted and closed, revealing her pearly white teeth as she spoke. Her almond-shaped eyes were round and bright, and her fierce appearance was vivid and adorable.

Zhou Jingchen's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

Before she could finish speaking, he forcefully gripped the back of her neck with his large hand, leaned forward, lowered his head, and captured her chattering lips with his thin lips.

Wenxi's pupils contracted sharply, her clear, glassy eyes widened, and she froze, her mind going completely blank.

"Zhou Jingchen, you..." He swallowed the rest of his words.

The moment their lips touched, his tongue, burning hot, forcefully pried open her teeth, wrapped around her delicate tongue, and kissed and entangled it wantonly.

His breathing was heavy, his eyes tightly closed, and he kissed her with an intense, burning heat, like a volcanic eruption, as if he wanted to release all the longing he had felt over the past few days between his lips and teeth.

The taste in Zhou Jingchen's mouth was cool, with a faint aroma of tea and a hint of smoke. His large hand pressing on the back of her neck was very strong, as if he wanted to knead her into his body.

Wenxi felt dizzy from his kiss, her body throbbing intensely, and her heart pounding wildly.

She clearly wanted to resist, but... her body and heart were beyond her control.

He was controlled by the bastard in front of him.

"Mmm..." She tried to push him away but couldn't. She let out a sticky, muffled moan as he kissed her, like an alluring groan, one after another.

The sweet, cloying voice was like a spark landing on alcohol to Zhou Jingchen's ears.

His breathing grew heavier, and he held her rosy lips in his mouth, sucking repeatedly, fiercely plundering everything in her mouth.

His strong arms encircled her slender waist, and his hot, hard chest pressed tightly against hers.

The overwhelming masculine aura was so intense that Wenxi almost felt like she was drowning.

Spring nights should be cool, but the air inside the room was scorching hot, as if it had been set on fire.

After an unknown amount of time, the girl was nearly suffocating, sobbing and pounding on his chest, before Zhou Jingchen slowly released her.

They were noses apart, and he looked down at her, his eyes still filled with lust.

Wenxi was kissed so hard that her chest heaved violently. Her usually cool and gentle eyes were now misty, with a blush of rouge spreading at the corners. Her face was like a peach blossom, exuding a breathtaking charm.

"What is our relationship?" He gently brushed his fingertips against her flushed lips, his voice tender and husky. "What exactly is our relationship that you don't want others to know?"

The girl's face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, her mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing heavily, unable to utter a single word.

His heart softened, and he cupped her face in his hands, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin. He lowered his head and tenderly pecked her lips.

Then, his dark eyes fixed on her: "You've been lying to me all along."

Wenxi shook her head blankly, her heart still pounding wildly, making her eardrums buzz.

"You're a big liar," he said, his rough fingertips stroking her delicate skin, his voice deep and hoarse. "You lied to me, saying you'd changed, you lied to me, making me believe you really didn't care about me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crescent-shaped necklace popped out of his hand with a "ding-dong".

The necklace swayed precariously in front of Wenxi, the cold white light blinding her.

Her mind went blank for a second, then she blinked.

Why would someone jump into the river to retrieve this necklace?

His gaze was fixed on her face, with an almost obsessive stubbornness. "You care about me a lot, don't you?"

Zhou Jingchen's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice trembling with anticipation: "You like me, don't you?"

Consciousness returned like a tide, and Wenxi's eyes suddenly reddened.

An indescribable sense of shame welled up inside me, as if the most secret corner of my heart had been forcibly peeled open and exposed to the sunlight.

If it were Wenxi seven years ago, she would have raised her chin and told him confidently: Yes! I like you! You must like me too!

But that's not the case now.

The Wenxi of today is no longer the high and mighty little princess she once was. The hardships of life have worn away her radiance, making her humble and sensitive.

She buried her unrequited love deep within her heart, keeping it well hidden so that no one could see it.

But now, he actually asked it so bluntly and directly.

Did you want to humiliate her? Relying on some piece of evidence you found out of nowhere, you took advantage of her downfall to shatter and trample the last bit of pride and dignity in her heart?

Anyone can bully her, but Zhou Jingchen is the only one who can't!

Wenxi's jaw tightened, she stubbornly turned her head away, and said in an icy tone, "I don't like you!"

"You don't like me?" Zhou Jingchen stepped forward, pinching her chin with one hand. "If you don't like me, why did you risk your life to jump into the Han River to retrieve this necklace?"

"If you don't like me, why are you taking care of that disabled boy who looks a lot like me?"

"If you don't like me, why do you keep bringing me up in front of others?"

"If you don't like me, why did you cry so much when you threw this necklace into the river back then?"

"If you don't like me, why did you make me practice kissing? Why did you hold my hand?"

"If you don't like me, why did you give me this bracelet?"

He raised his hand, and the slightly worn braided rope bracelet hung on his pale wrist. He had never taken it off in all these years.

His voice grew more and more intense with each word, and his sharp eyes seemed to pierce through her disguise and see straight into her heart.

Wenxi's psychological defenses crumbled inch by inch under his barrage of questions.

Her lips trembled, her voice stubborn yet choked with emotion: "Zhou Jingchen, what exactly do you want?"

Her eyelashes were glistening with moisture, and she looked up at him with her pitiful little face, forcing herself to maintain her last bit of strength.

Zhou Jingchen felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.

"I want you to love me!"

He suddenly pulled her into his arms, holding her very tightly, tilting his head to kiss her hair and ears, almost pleading humbly:

"Wenxi, could you try to love me, even if... just a little bit?"