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

"Zhou Jingchen, do you want to die?!" Wenxi suddenly stopped and stared at him fiercely.

Zhou Jingchen turned to look at her: "I'm sorry, I won't say anything more."

He opened the passenger door, invited her into the car, and put her suitcase in the trunk.

As the car drove away from the hospital, Wenxi remained seated with her eyes closed, ignoring him completely.

Zhou Jingchen gripped the steering wheel, his long legs bent under the seat, his sleeves rolled up to his arms. His fingers were long and slender, every curve of his bones exquisitely refined, and faint blue lines were visible beneath his fair skin—clean and handsome.

"I've severed ties with Grandma Lu," he said.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, but remained closed.

"I can't decide my origins, I can't sever this blood tie, I can only make a spiritual and familial break."

Her long, thick, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings as she lazily parted her lips: "None of my business."

The car arrived at its destination in less than twenty minutes.

Jingyue Terrace is a high-end residential community near Shenzhen.

Zhou Jingchen parked the car steadily in the underground parking garage, stepped out of the car, walked to the passenger side, and opened the car door.

Wen Xi'er turned her face away and was about to step down when, before her feet even touched the ground, her body suddenly felt light as the man's strong arms gently pulled her down from her slender waist.

She was so angry that she rained blows on him with her little fists. "I told you not to touch me! Why are you so annoying!"

"There's a small puddle under your feet, I'm afraid you'll slip and fall," Zhou Jingchen said unhurriedly.

Those strong, thin arms were still wrapped around her waist, showing no sign of letting go.

Her top was very short, revealing her slender waist. Her porcelain-white, soft skin was like tender tofu. Zhou Jingchen knew that a light pinch here would turn it red.

Wenxi looked down at the ground and indeed there was a small puddle.

"It rained a few days ago, and this place is leaking a bit," Zhou Jingchen's deep, mellow voice whispered in her ear.

Her ears turned red, and she ground her back teeth. "Let go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's warm hand slowly moved away from her skin.

This is a mid-rise building, the apartment is on the 16th floor. When you open the door, the interior decoration style is simple yet warm.

He bent down and took a pair of pink slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them beside her feet. Wenxi was about to change when she saw him squat down, his large, well-defined hands grasping her slender white ankles first, taking off her sandals and putting on the pink slippers.

Looking down at the top of his jet-black hair and the smooth lines of his back, her submissive demeanor made it impossible for her to vent her anger.

She's not disabled; why does she need his help to change her shoes?

To be honest, Wenxi wanted to kick him in the face, but she was afraid that this mad dog would get so excited that he would grab her foot and kiss it, which would be a real reward for him.

She changed into slippers and stepped into the living room. The large living room was clean and tidy, with a wide view and a large floor-to-ceiling window, which provided much better lighting than the dilapidated neighborhood she used to live in.

Zhou Jingchen followed behind her. "I had the house renovated a bit and some furniture replaced."

Previously, the furniture was mainly in black, white, and gray tones, but now it has all been replaced with light and warm colors, such as a beige sofa, a light wood dining table, a beige carpet, and a row of her dolls on the TV cabinet.

"You've moved all my things here?" Wenxi stood in front of a side cabinet and saw a potted cactus that she had been growing in Wanxing Garden. The potted plant seemed to have been repotted and was full of vitality.

"Yes, your clothes are all in the closet, and some odds and ends are in storage boxes. You can see how to arrange them later."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and introduced to her, "There's Lotus Lake Park right across from this community. It will be convenient for Auntie to go for a walk in the park after she's discharged from the hospital."

"And..." He seemed to want to say something more.

"I understand, you can go now," Wenxi interrupted directly. "I'm going to take a shower and get a good night's sleep."

Zhou Jingchen stared at her for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, call me if anything comes up."

After he left, Wenxi opened her suitcase and looked at the mess of clothes inside. She was too lazy to unpack. The intense rehearsals and competitions of the past few days had exhausted her energy, and all she wanted to do now was get a good night's sleep.

She walked into the bedroom, and what caught her eye was the creamy white bedding with lace trim. Against the headboard were two dolls that she and Zhou Jingchen had bought when they went shopping.

Annoyed by the sight of them, she stuffed the pair of dolls into the cabinet.

After removing my clothes, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. Shampoo, shower gel, and other toiletries were all provided.

Wenxi raised an eyebrow. The meticulous Snail Prince?

I turned on the water heater and slowly adjusted the water temperature, turning it left or right for about ten minutes, but the water still came out cold.

Her skin and hair were soaked with water, and she hadn't been able to take a shower yet. Wen Xi was so angry that she wrapped herself in a towel and went out to get her phone to call Zhou Jingchen.

He answered very quickly.

"What kind of crappy place is this? The water in the bathroom is always cold!" she demanded angrily, her tone revealing a hint of impatience and grievance. "I've been trying to adjust it for over ten minutes and it's still not right."

"Wait a moment, I'll come up and adjust it for you."

In less than three minutes, the person was upstairs.

Wenxi opened the door and gave him a strange look: "You haven't left yet, have you?"

He said frankly, "You called as soon as I drove out of the neighborhood."

His gaze swept over her delicate body wrapped in a white bath towel, revealing large expanses of her snow-white shoulders and neck, glistening with water droplets on her skin, the beautiful curve of one breast, and her slender, straight legs.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and Zhou Jingchen felt as if a fire had suddenly ignited in his throat, making it dry.

"What are you looking at?" Wenxi glared at him, her almond-shaped eyes widening in annoyance. She kicked him lightly. "Go to the bathroom and fix your broken water heater!"

Zhou Jingchen went into the bathroom, fiddled around for a few minutes, and then came out to call her, "Go take a shower, there's hot water now."

The girl, wrapped in a bath towel, glared at him angrily and went into the bathroom.

A clear, crisp voice, mixed with the sound of running water, came from inside: "You'd better leave now, and close the door behind you!"

Unexpectedly, Wenxi stood under the tap for less than a minute, and the warm water she had just adjusted suddenly turned cold again.

She screamed, "Zhou Jingchen! What's wrong with this lousy bathroom of yours?!"

"What's wrong?" The bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

He stood at the doorway, facing her wet, slender, and radiant white body.

The girl hurriedly crossed her arms and covered her chest, angrily shouting, "Get out!"

"You're the one who called me." He looked aggrieved, rolled up his sleeves, walked directly to the showerhead, took off the shower head, and adjusted the faucet switch.

Wenxi froze there, not daring to move, her face turning red all the way to the roots of her neck.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and said quietly, "Why are you covering up? It's not like I haven't seen it before."

"Hurry up and adjust it." Wenxi's heart was pounding, and she said angrily, "What kind of lousy bathroom is this? The water temperature is so unstable."

Zhou Jingchen ran the water for a while, then said calmly, "There is a problem with the water heater. We've already notified the manufacturer, and they'll come to fix it tomorrow."

As they were talking, the water pressure from the showerhead in his hand suddenly increased, and the showerhead suddenly bounced out of his hand and turned around, splashing water all over Wenxi.

The girl was soaked to the bone, her hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders, and her eyelashes were covered with glistening water droplets.

"Did you do this on purpose?" Wenxi's anger reached its peak, her face flushed red, and she angrily started hitting him with her hands and feet: "Zhou Jingchen, did you deliberately mess with me?"

"I don't."

The showerhead was already dispensing warm water, and he dodged while planning to hang the showerhead on the wall.

The ground was wet and slippery. Wenxi was so excited that she slipped and stumbled into his arms.

Zhou Jingchen instinctively caught her, and the showerhead in his hand slipped to the ground, the nozzles shook wildly, water splashed everywhere, and the bathroom became a mess.

As her soft, fragrant body pressed against him, Zhou Jingchen's breathing became heavier.

Wenxi's nose bumped into his hard chest muscles, making her nose hurt.

Two months of grueling competition, days of travel, a disobedient water heater, and the man in front of her who was causing her distress—all of these things combined to completely break her down.

Tears welled up in her eyes instantly. In the cramped bathroom, she punched him relentlessly, cursing as she hit him:

"Zhou Jingchen, waaaaah... You bastard, I'll beat you to death, you filthy scoundrel, you son of a bitch!"

"Even your showerhead is working against me... Why am I so unlucky?"

"Meeting you was the worst luck I could ever have, the absolute worst luck I could have ever had."

Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, her soft little fists pounding against him repeatedly, completely oblivious to whether she was dressed or not.

People with fair skin cry easily, their eyes and noses turn red, making them look like pitiful beauties.

Zhou Jingchen's heart was instantly thrown into turmoil. Not knowing where her body had brushed against, he let out a low groan, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

Afraid she would fall, a long arm wrapped around her small waist, and he said in a deep voice, "Stop hitting her."

The veins on his forehead bulged, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.

She didn't care and vented all her anger on him, sobbing and biting his shoulder hard, like a crazed little animal.

"Hiss—" Zhou Jingchen gasped, his pupils contracted, and he suddenly slammed her against the tiled wall, pinning her wrists above her head with both hands. His warm, moist breath rushed onto her face like a tide, and he leaned down to kiss her alluring little mouth.

He kissed her rosy lips deeply, his tongue fiercely prying open her teeth, forcefully swirling inside her mouth like a ravenous beast, tearing and plundering its prey.

Wenxi's breath was stolen by him, and her whole body felt numb and weak. She made two soft "mmm..." sounds, and her pearly teeth held his lower lip, biting it hard.

The smell of blood immediately filled their tongues. The man did not stop; instead, his breathing became heavier as he sucked on her smooth, soft tongue and they continued to entwine.

His kisses slid down her lips, gently brushing against her fair neck. His rapid, hot breath sprayed onto her skin as he desperately sucked in the sweetness of her skin.

Wenxi's heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Just as the kiss continued to move down her collarbone, she suddenly snapped out of it, pushed him away, and slapped him hard across the face.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears streamed down her face, and her lips were swollen and red from his kisses, making her look like she had been badly bullied.