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

Once you've experienced something, you'll crave it and become addicted to it, finding endless enjoyment in it.

A mountain breeze blew through the window, and the fragile bamboo bed creaked incessantly.

As dawn broke, the world quieted down; the wind stopped, the water stopped, and even the wind chimes on the eaves of the stilted houses gradually fell silent.

As dawn broke and the cool night breeze subsided, the sounds of passersby could be heard outside.

The bamboo bed creaked slightly again, the sound sometimes loud and sometimes soft, like music, with a beautiful, even rhythm.

The girl's face was flushed, her body was covered in hot, sticky sweat, and she let out a soft, coquettish moan.

Thick, black hair slid down her snow-white shoulders as she leaned over the edge of the bed, looking down at the sunlight streaming in on the floor.

Shadows and light overlapped and intertwined, blurring and swaying before my eyes in the misty fog.

A hot, hard chest pressed against her from behind, the man's hot breath coming in rapid waves as it swept across her cheek.

He turned her face with his large hand, kissed her, and sucked on her lips, swallowing all her soft moans.

Actually, He Li had come by once in the morning. He didn't see the two of them when he had breakfast, and he was a little worried. After all, his boss had been bitten by a snake last night, and he was afraid that something else might have happened.

Standing at the doorway on the second floor of the stilted house, he heard suppressed breathing inside, and then silently left.

Jiang Qi sent a message to Wen Xi, but no one replied. When she passed by the stilted house where Zhou Jingchen lived, she found the door closed. She chuckled softly and walked away.

Around noon, He Li received a message from his boss: "Go buy a chicken from a farmer, ask the auntie to make soup and a bowl of noodles, and bring it to my room when it's done."

He replied: 【Okay】

Inside the room, Zhou Jingchen carried the person to take a shower, then gently placed them back on the bed and covered them with the blanket.

He lay half-reclined on the edge of the bed, his body still damp and refreshed from the shower. A large white towel was tied around his waist. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and clearly defined eight-pack abs. There was a faint surgical scar on his left leg.

There were several thin, elongated marks on its chest and back, resembling sharp scratches left by a little white fox, as well as a few teeth marks.

His handsome face was breathtaking, and his deep eyes gazed intently at the girl, revealing an insatiable greed.

Wenxi was still fast asleep, her long eyelashes fluttering, her small face pale and rosy. Under the blanket was her fair and delicate body, with dark red marks scattered across her skin.

Zhou Jingchen's eyes were burning with desire, his Adam's apple bobbing. He leaned down and kissed her lips a few times, only to be suddenly slapped across the face by her.

The girl frowned, pulled the blanket up to her chest, and said softly, "Zhou Jingchen...do you want to die?!"

Zhou Jingchen's thin lips curved slightly, a sense of immense satisfaction and accomplishment rising within him. He took her slender, white hand and kissed it repeatedly, as if he couldn't get enough of it, unable to let go of her.

At 2 p.m., Wenxi was awakened by the aroma of chicken soup.

Her waist felt sore, and she rubbed her eyes. A tall and handsome figure appeared in her vision.

A series of absurd images flashed through her mind. Her cheeks flushed, she let out a soft hum, and pulled the blanket over her head.

Hearing the noise, Zhou Jingchen turned around and glanced at her. He set the ladled chicken soup aside to cool, strode over to the bedside, sat down, and pulled back the covers—

A delicate and lovely face was revealed inside, with big eyes, a pert nose, and cheeks as red as cherry tomatoes.

He reached out and brushed aside a few stray strands of hair from her forehead, his voice extremely gentle: "Are you hungry?"

Wenxi blinked her beautiful eyes and shook her head, but her stomach made a "gurgling" sound at that moment. She was embarrassed for a moment, and then nodded vigorously.

Zhou Jingchen lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, his heart softening even more. He pulled the person out of bed, put one of his T-shirts on him, and carried him to the dining table to eat.

He carefully placed a garment on the stool to insulate it from the coldness of the bamboo stool.

However... sitting like this still makes Wenxi feel a little uncomfortable.

She frowned slightly, and Zhou Jingchen asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

She glared at him fiercely.

He's not human! He's an absolute psychopath!

"I feel very uncomfortable," she said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sudden lightness as he lifted her up and placed her across his lap.

To his left was the dining table, to his right was his chest, and below that were his strong, hard thigh muscles.

Zhou Jingchen lowered his head slightly, took out a hair tie from somewhere, and tied her messy hair low to one side, making a bundle.

"Shall I feed you?" His voice was incredibly gentle, as if he were handling a rare treasure.

She gave a soft "hmm" and accepted his service with a clear conscience.

Zhou Jingchen stretched out his long arm, picked up the chicken soup on the table, stirred it a few times with a wooden spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it close to her lips.

The girl parted her cherry lips slightly, lowered her head and drank from the spoon, the rich and mellow aroma of chicken soup instantly filling her mouth.

"Is it good?" he asked.

She smiled and said, "It's delicious."

When the second spoonful was brought to her, she shook her head and gently pushed his hand away, saying, "You drink too."

Zhou Jingchen said, "I'm not hungry yet, let me feed you first."

"No," she pouted her glistening little lips, "we'll eat together."

A slight smile appeared on Zhou Jingchen's lips. "Okay."

And so, the two of them ate the meal, one spoonful at a time, sticking together in the broth.

Finally, let's share a long, tender kiss, like a sip of chicken soup.

Wenxi, having eaten and drunk her fill, hugged him tightly, resting her cheek on his shoulder, her slender white fingers gently fiddling with the buttons of his black shirt.

"Zhou Jingchen".

"Um?"

"Why were you so fierce in the back last night?"

"Is there?"

"have."

He truthfully said, "You kept biting me, and your moans were so sweet, I couldn't stand it."

She sat up abruptly: "How could I not scream when you did that to me?"

He said, "How could I not bother you when you're yelling like that?"

Wenxi was so ashamed and tried to hit him, but after struggling for a moment, she was picked up and thrown back onto the bed.

Before his tall body could even cover him, a jade-like, porcelain-white, and smooth foot pressed against his firm chest.

"Stop doing that!" she frowned.

Zhou Jingchen lowered his head, his large, well-defined hand grasping her snow-white ankle, and then kissed the instep of her foot.

Wenxi kicked his handsome face, revealing a beautiful, slender leg with silky smooth skin.

She raised her delicate eyebrows: "You're not allowed to touch me anymore!"

"Why?" Zhou Jingchen swallowed hard, his eyes darkening as he rubbed her leg back and forth with his large hand.

The princess struck a haughty pose, kicking her foot against his chest, "I said no, and that's final."

"Alright," he lowered his head, staring straight at her, his voice low and slow, "Then from now on, little princess, you can touch me however you like."

-

Wenxi returned to his stilted house in the evening.

A short while later, Jiang Qi came to find her.

"Little Magpie, I'm here!" She opened the door with a smile, carrying a bag of things. "These are watermelon seeds given to me by the aunties in the village; they're especially delicious."

The two sat together on the edge of the bed, chatting while eating sunflower seeds.

Jiang Qi chatted with her about her work that day, and about the gossip that everyone in the team was talking about about her and Zhou Jingchen.

"What else can we say? We can say that their CEO Zhou panicked the moment he found out you hadn't come down the mountain and rushed up the mountain to find you without hesitation."

"He said he risked his life to catch a snake with his bare hands to save you."

"They say you're his ideal woman, and that you two are a perfect match."

"So, you two stayed in the room for a whole day and night without coming out, were you playing cards...?"

Upon hearing this, Wenxi subconsciously adjusted the front of her clothes.

Jiang Qi chuckled: "Trying to cover it up, huh? I've had at least five boyfriends, I've seen it all."

She pointed to the marks on Wenxi's neck and said meaningfully, "Tsk tsk, I never thought that such a refined and elegant man as President Zhou would have such a side."

"How was it? How was it? How did it feel the first time?"

Wenxi's face flushed. Jiang Qi used to share all sorts of things with her boyfriends with her, and now that it was her turn, she couldn't keep quiet.

After hesitating for a moment, she slowly said, "She cried."

Jiang Qi dropped the sunflower seeds she had just put in her mouth, staring in disbelief: "Holy crap, that was intense! He even made you cry?"

"No," Wenxi shook her head, "it was him who cried."

"Holy crap..." Jiang Qi suddenly stood up, hands on her hips, her voice rising unconsciously, "He slept with you, why is he crying?"

Wenxi quickly pulled her down to sit, "Keep your voice down."

"No, he's a grown man, and he... he did that to you," Jiang Qi said, stuffing several watermelon seeds into her mouth, genuinely puzzled. "Why is he crying?"

Wenxi shook his head, his face flushed red: "I don't know... He said he was in a bit of pain... Maybe he cried from the pain."

"Holy crap..." Jiang Qi jumped up again, shaking a handful of black sunflower seeds from his hand, a few falling out. "A virgin!"

"Jiang Qi," Wen Xi put her index finger to her lips, gesturing for her to "keep your voice down."

Jiang Qi sat down and asked in a low voice, "Did he finish in seconds?"

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Qi gave an explanation.

Wenxi shook his head.

"Awesome, she has pretty strong self-control," Jiang Qi said.

After a pause, Jiang Qi glanced at Wen Xi, swallowed, and said, "By the way, Wen Xi... actually, President Zhou contacted me a couple of days ago."

Wenxi asked, "Did he look for you?"

"Yes," Jiang Qi sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, "He asked me about my previous work experience and offered me a job at their company."

Wenxi paused for a moment, then asked, "And then?"

Jiang Qi looked sullen. "He asked me a lot of questions about you."

"You've been bribed by him?"

"No!" Jiang Qi sat up straight. "I just told him how hard you had it before, looking for part-time jobs and odd jobs to earn money, so that he could feel sorry for you."

Wenxi smirked, "You're right, but don't say it again."

"You're not angry, are you?" Jiang Qi shook her arm.

"No." Wenxi was relieved that she knew nothing about her family's affairs.

After Jiang Qi left, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Her phone was broken, so she couldn't call her mother. She could only wait until she returned to the city.

-

The next day was the day everyone returned home.

At breakfast, everyone saw Zhou Jingchen dressed in all black, a handsome and simple outfit: black pants, black T-shirt, black windbreaker, and short, neat hair.

He was handsome with deep-set features, but... a few faint scratch marks on his fair neck were particularly noticeable.

Then look at Wenxi next to him. She wore a yellow stand-up collar shirt, the hem of which was tucked into her jeans. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders. She was covered up completely and was a beautiful woman with a refined and elegant appearance.

However... when he turned his head, the few hickeys that occasionally appeared on his neck were extremely conspicuous.

The two of them didn't come out for dinner for a whole day and night yesterday, and what happened during that time is self-evident.

The employees exchanged gossipy glances, saying nothing, yet their eyes conveyed a thousand messages.

When leaving the village, Zhou Jingchen let Wenxi and Jiang Qi ride in his car.

Jiang Qi was naturally delighted and circled the Land Rover, praising it endlessly.

Zhou Jingchen gentlemanly put their luggage into the trunk.

Jiang Qi stood behind Wen Xi and gently tugged at her sleeve, whispering, "I'm benefiting from your success now."

She pulled out the back seat and got in first. Wenxi wanted to sit in the back too, but she blocked her way: "You sit in the front! If we both sit in the back, it'll be treating President Zhou like a driver."

Wenxi pouted and had no choice but to sit in the passenger seat.

Zhou Jingchen drove very steadily. After two hours of bumpy driving along the mountain road, the car entered a wide asphalt road.

Wenxi glanced at him from time to time.

From the side, the man's nose bridge was high and straight, and the outline was as handsome as if it were drawn with charcoal. His large hands, which were holding the steering wheel, were long and slender with distinct knuckles and prominent veins on the back of his hands, giving him a strange sense of asceticism.

Abstinence?

No, no.

Wenxi frowned. How could he possibly be associated with the word "abstinence"?

Jiang Qi in the back seat was already asleep, her head resting against the back seat with her mouth wide open.

The car sped along the flat highway, with the vegetation on both sides rushing past.

"Why are you peeking at me?" Zhou Jingchen suddenly asked softly, a smile playing on his lips. He took her hand with his right hand, their fingers intertwined. "If you want to see me, then see me openly."

She retorted playfully, "Who's looking at you?"

"You've been spying on me the whole way."

"I don't."

"You can read it slowly in bed tonight, read whatever you want."

Wen Xi glanced at the rearview mirror and gritted her teeth: "Zhou Jingchen, do you want a beating?"

He tilted his head and stared at her, his beautiful peach blossom eyes blossoming with laughter. "Baby looks so cute when she's all puffed up."

Wenxi: "...You're sick."

We arrived in Linshen at 8 PM.

Wenxi fell asleep in the passenger seat.

Zhou Jingchen parked his car at the entrance of Jiang Qi's residential area, got out of the car and helped her take down her luggage. Jiang Qi thanked him repeatedly.

Back in the car, only the two of them remained in the enclosed space.

Wenxi was still in a daze. She opened her eyes and asked him in a soft, sweet voice, "Jiang Qi went back?"

"Mmm." Zhou Jingchen leaned over and kissed her cute pink lips. "Now, you're coming home with me."

He started the car, and Wenxi said, "No! Take me back to Wanxingyuan."

"Wouldn't it be better if we lived together?"

"What a load of rubbish," Wenxi thought. "Living with him is like walking into a wolf's den."

She frowned: "I want to go back to Wanxing Garden."

"All right."

He didn't say anything more and actually drove her back to Wanxingyuan.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of her building. Zhou Jingchen got out of the car, took her luggage, and said, "I'll take you up."

This time, Wenxi did not refuse.

She walked ahead, and he followed behind carrying her suitcase.

The girl had long, flowing hair like seaweed, and her graceful figure was perfectly outlined by her tight jeans.

As she climbed the steps, her slender waist and perfectly rounded, pert buttocks were outlined, their peach-like roundness dazzling and alluring before his eyes.

Zhou Jingchen squinted, feeling a dryness in his throat and a rapid flow of blood in his body.

Upon reaching the top floor, Wenxi took out her key, opened the door, went inside, and touched the light switch. With a "click," warm yellow light illuminated the entire room.

Zhou Jingchen leaned her luggage against the wall and closed the door behind him.

"We don't have men's slippers at home, please come in."

Wenxi walked to a drawer, picked up a hair tie, and casually tied her loose hair into a ball, revealing her slender, fair neck.

This was Zhou Jingchen's first time visiting her place.

He carefully examined the small apartment. The living room was small and a bit messy, with a soft beige sofa and a small balcony on the east side.

There were large and small dolls leaning against the sofa, mostly pink or white, which looked rather cute.

The only appliance was a refrigerator, which was empty except for expired instant noodle seasoning packets.

The kitchen was only two square meters, with a small pile of torn-open noodles on the stove, showing that she lived a sloppy life and didn't know how to take care of herself.

He carefully examined every corner, including her bedroom.

The bedroom is small, with a simple wooden bed that probably creaks when you turn over in bed.

"Are you done with the tour?"

Wenxi crossed her arms and leaned against the wardrobe, gazing at him.

He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, looking down at her with a cryptic expression. "Aren't you really going to stay at my place?"

"I've gotten used to living here, and it's also convenient for commuting to work."

"work?"

"Yeah, one of my former bosses has switched jobs to work at Liangji Dessert Shop. The pay is pretty good. She told me a few days ago that I should go work for her when I go back to Linshen."

"I can get you a job at the company, a quiet one, where you won't have to do anything strenuous."

"It's not tiring over there either. I help out with making desserts and stuff. It's much better than my previous job."

Wenxi looked up at him: "Can you please stop interfering in this?"

"Okay." He could only go along with her now, afraid that she might get angry at any moment and run away, leaving him no time to cry.

The important thing is to stabilize the situation first; everything else can be dealt with gradually.

"When do you start work?" he asked.

"The day after tomorrow."

"Then make sure you have time free tomorrow."

Wenxi asked, puzzled, "What?"

"A date," he pleaded softly, "please? Baby, please..."

Wenxi nodded. "Okay."

He smiled slightly, released her, and whispered, "Shall I go back now?"

"Drive carefully."

"Are you really not going to let me stay?" he asked, pursing his lips.

"Go back now," she said, pushing him out the door. "You'll see each other tomorrow, won't you?"

Zhou Jingchen walked out, and she slammed the door shut without hesitation.

Wenxi plans to take a shower and go to bed early tonight.

Less than a minute later, there was another knock on the door.

The moment she opened the door, the man's tall, slender body leaned heavily against her, forcefully pinning her against the wall by the door, and a torrent of passionate kisses rained down on her lips.

The air seemed to ignite instantly.

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply and forcefully. Wenxi responded with a soft "Mmm," unconsciously showing her affection.

The two embraced each other, their lips and tongues passionately tearing and sucking at each other, lost in a blissful oblivion.

Zhou Jingchen couldn't resist her initiative. He breathed heavily, held her tightly with his arms, and kissed her with a kind of madness and greed, making her almost breathless.

His high, straight nose pressed against her cheek, his breath unusually hot. Wenxi felt her scalp tingle and her heart was about to leap into her throat.

The temperature in the small living room suddenly rose, as if dry wood was boiling and burning fiercely.

No words were needed; the two became more and more entwined, their physical reactions saying it all.

Wenxi's eyes were glazed and intoxicated, as if she were drunk. Before she could even catch her breath, she was forcefully flipped over and pressed against the cold wall, hearing the sound of a belt buckle in her ear.

For a long time afterward, her memory was hazy.

She didn't remember how she got back to her room, nor did she remember when he left.