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

Wenxi stood at Zhou Jingchen's door and politely knocked twice. Seeing that no one answered, she felt relieved, held the documents, and gently pushed the door open to go inside.

The room was dark and quiet. The table was by the window on the inside, and it was difficult to walk around in the dark.

She fumbled on the wall for a while before finding the light switch. With a "click," a warm yellow light illuminated the entire room.

Wenxi walked inside, and as her gaze swept over the large bed, her pupils widened and she abruptly stopped in her tracks—

A man was lying on the bed, fast asleep with his eyes closed.

Naked man!

No, she wasn't exactly naked; she was wearing dark gray underwear.

Zhou Jingchen wasn't even covered by a blanket. At this moment, he turned his head slightly, seemingly asleep.

Stray hair obscured her forehead, her thin lips were sharp, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the light, giving her an inexplicably alluring and seductive look that was hard to look away from.

Beneath his sharply defined, handsome face were sexy collarbones, a slightly bulging, muscular chest, well-defined arms, and firm, strong, and clearly defined abs. And below that...

Wenxi's gaze snapped back as if burned, her face turning as red as a crabapple on a branch.

His physique wasn't overly exaggerated; his lines were beautiful, like a perfect sculpture, making people want to look at him a few more times.

Wenxi's heart pounded violently, and he immediately felt a suffocating sensation that pierced his soul.

Didn't He Li say that he hadn't returned yet?

She didn't want to linger there, so she quickly walked to the desk, put down the documents in her hand, and then turned to leave.

"He Li... is that you?" A hoarse voice suddenly broke the silence. "Could you... get me a glass of water?"

A layer of wine aroma floated in the air, like a unique aged wine from the village, mellow and sweet.

Was he drunk?

Wenxi stopped and cautiously glanced to the side. The man had his arm over his forehead, and his expression seemed somewhat uncomfortable. His cheekbones did indeed appear flushed from being drunk.

Should we go this way?

Should I go and get him a glass of water?

It's true that you get thirsty when you're drunk, but Wenxi didn't want to be near him anymore. Just being in the same space as him made her heart race.

It's not really right to just ignore him like this, is it?

She remembered what he had said earlier that day when he had held her hand and led her across the stream on the stones—

"I envied Song Xianglin back then, and I still do now. Because you could smile at him, talk to him nicely, but you were cold to me the only time..."

His tone was aggrieved, tinged with resentment and humility.

Wenxi clenched her fingers, lowered her head and bit her lip. She knew that she couldn't blame him for what happened... but she couldn't help but resent and blame him.

She felt guilty, believing that it was because she liked Zhou Jingchen that that incident occurred.

She couldn't forgive herself, and naturally, she couldn't pretend nothing had happened and happily and openly accept his feelings.

After a long while, Wenxi let out a long breath, walked to the coffee table, poured a glass of water, and slowly walked to the bedside with her beautiful fingers holding the glass.

She placed the cup on the bedside table, casually pulled back the thin blanket beside him, draped it around his waist, and stood observing him for a while, discovering that he was quite drunk.

"Thirsty...so thirsty..." Zhou Jingchen murmured softly.

The night was quiet, and the warm yellow light fell on his exquisitely handsome face, adding a touch of allure to his striking features.

Wenxi sighed softly, sat down on the edge of the bed, gently slipped her slender wrist through the back of his neck, and said in a gentle voice, "Get up and drink."

Zhou Jingchen tilted his head up slightly to cooperate, his eyes still closed. Wenxi held the cup to his lips, watching him sip it.

He reeked of alcohol, and his breath was hot.

After he finished drinking, Wenxi put the cup aside and gently placed his head back on the pillow.

Just as she pulled her slender white wrist back and was about to turn and leave, her wrist was suddenly tightened—

She turned around and found that he suddenly opened his dark, deep eyes and gripped her wrist tightly.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at her intently, as if some turbulent emotion was churning within them.

"Baby..." Zhou Jingchen's voice was muffled and magnetic, with a hint of seduction.

Wenxi felt a chill run down his spine, as if something in the air had cracked open.

"Baby, you've finally...appeared..." His voice trembled and choked with emotion. "I've been looking for you for seven years...where have you been?"

He took her slender, fair hand and pressed it to his lips, kissing it tenderly. "I missed you so much, I'm going crazy with longing..."

Wenxi sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, looking at him with her big, bright eyes.

The warm touch on her hand was soft and clear, and his hot breath unconsciously caressed the skin of her hand, inch by inch.

Something was rapidly coursing through her veins, making her heart pound.

The next moment, the man suddenly pulled hard—

Wenxi let out a soft "Ah!" and fell heavily onto the bed, landing face down on his hard chest. Her nose stung and turned slightly red from the impact.

She looked up, her bright, doe-like eyes staring at him with a mixture of anger and panic.

Zhou Jingchen's rich and aggressive masculine aura swept over Wenxi, clean and sharp, forcefully entering her nostrils.

He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and couldn't resist kissing her pink lips.

Wenxi struggled to sit up, but her body was limp and she had no strength left. Furious, she punched his shoulder, "Zhou Jingchen, do you believe I'll kill you?"

"Don't go, please... Can't I even hold you for a little while in my dreams?" His deep voice drifted into her ears, sounding somewhat helpless.

Wenxi felt her blood freeze, and she bit her lip tightly.

His body temperature was very high, and his strong, vigorous heartbeat powerfully transmitted to her heart.

After holding her quietly for a while, he began to kiss her, kissing her chin, kissing her little lips, his hands cupping the back of her neck, pressing her head down, and entwining his lips and tongue with hers.

Their breaths mingled and became disordered, the air thick with the smell of alcohol.

He gently sucked on her lips, making her upper and lower lips rosy and glossy, and then pried open her teeth, their lips inseparable.

What could be more wonderful than a kiss, where two lovers intertwine their necks, conveying their deep and tender love to each other through their passionate breaths and lips?

He flirted wantonly, and their passionate love boiled and raged in silence, burning each other's very bones to ashes.

Wenxi slumped against him, her face flushed and rosy.

Suddenly, the world spun around her, and he pinned her down, his heavy weight making it hard to breathe.

"Baby..." He looked at her with his dark eyes, his voice deep and hoarse, filled with lust.

His burning lips pressed against her snow-white neck, his hot breath spraying onto Wenxi's delicate skin. "Baby, you smell so good..."

Wenxi had just taken a bath, her body was filled with the fresh scent of a shower, her hair was soft, and her face was delicate.

She shuddered, her ears turning bright red, and tried to push him away, but he was like a towering mountain, impossible to budge.

The kisses slowly licked along his delicate collarbone, his fluffy head and short hair tickling and pricking her.

She knew he was drunk, and she should raise her hand and slap him a few times, but it felt as if all her strength had been drained from her body, and she could only let out a few weak moans from her throat from time to time.

His breathing became heavy, and his lips and tongue pressed harder against her skin, causing him to involuntarily let out a low gasp.

His large hand traced her slender waistline, moving upwards along her smooth skin...

The cotton nightgown fabric was loosely bunched up at the waist, and the large neckline was torn beyond recognition. No matter how much the girl touched her smooth and fair skin, it was never enough.

A large expanse of white skin in front of his collarbone flashed before his eyes, igniting a burning desire in Zhou Jingchen, who swallowed hard.

Immediately, the rough texture of his fingertips was clearly imprinted on her plump and soft skin.

Wenxi's beautiful almond-shaped eyes, misty with moisture, suddenly widened, her body trembled, and a soft moan involuntarily escaped her lips.

Zhou Jingchen glanced at her. The woman he had been longing for was right in front of him, her soft and fragrant body making him feel hot all over, as if every part of him was on fire.

"Do you love me?" He asked, slightly out of breath, his gaze fixed intently on her. "Do you love me or not?"

Wenxi's beautiful eyes were brimming with tears, but she pursed her lips and didn't respond to him.

He thrust his hips forward as if threatening her, then lowered his head and bit her soft, sweet lips.

"Ugh... Zhou Jingchen, you bastard..." Wenxi's eyelashes were wet with tears from being bullied by him, looking pitiful.

The man's body was hot and hard, like a raging hot wind sweeping over her. His hands didn't stop moving, mercilessly pinching red marks on her fair collarbone.

This skin was the softest, and he could pinch and play with it with his long, slender hands that had distinct knuckles.

Her senses were amplified to an extreme degree... Wenxi had never experienced anything like this before. She was so ashamed and angry that her ears burned, and her heart pounded wildly.

A strong sense of shame welled up inside me.

"I hate you," Wenxi said through gritted teeth, choking back tears. "I hate you so much."

Zhou Jingchen was taken aback. These words seemed to sting him. He stopped what he was doing, his dark eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at her blankly, and then a tear rolled down his cheek.

He buried his fluffy head in the soft crook of her neck and burst into tears without warning, "Baby...please don't hate me, okay?"

Waves of wet tears slid down Wenxi's neck. His shoulders trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse as he pleaded:

"Please don't hate me, I love you so much... Don't be cold to me, my heart aches so much..."

Her breath, warm and gentle, brushed past her ear. Hearing these words, she felt a pang of tenderness in her heart, like melting cream ice cream.

"Zhou Jingchen, you bullied me..." Wenxi's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wet and red. She was already very pitiful, but she still glared at him fiercely and accused him without losing her temper.

He kissed her, fine, but then he brazenly groped her body all over with his big hands. He was utterly audacious.