I Am the Most Obedient Little Follower

After parting ways with Qingxue, Hu Yuying returned to her dormitory.

She opened the door to find it empty, switching on the light in the darkness, instantly flooding every corner with brightness.

All three of her roommates had chosen to go home, leaving the dorm unusually quiet without their usual laughter and chatter.

After washing her feet, Hu Yuying lay down on her bed and opened Long Aotian’s chat window on QQ.

"Long-ge, have you arrived yet?"

Even though they had only just separated, it already felt like an eternity to her.

She missed him—so much. She wished she could stay by his side every single moment...

Soon, her phone buzzed, and Hu Yuying hurriedly picked it up.

Seeing Long-ge’s message, her bright eyes curved into crescents like the moon.

"My roommates all went home. I’m the only one in the dorm now."

The moment she sent the message, Long Aotian’s video call came through.

Hu Yuying quickly sat up, straightening her clothes, which had gotten slightly disheveled from lying down.

But then, biting her red lips, she deliberately tugged her shoulder strap down just a little.

The thought made her inexplicably giddy, yet also a little embarrassed. She rolled around on the bed once before finally answering the call.

The connection was instant.

On the screen, Long Aotian sat stiffly upright on his bed, fully dressed.

Hu Yuying softly called out "Long-ge," but a pang of regret hit her.

Long-ge was so proper, while she was being... indecent.

Meanwhile, Long Aotian took in the sight of Hu Yuying lying on her bed, her hair slightly tousled against her cheeks, a sliver of fair skin exposed at her collarbone...

Seductive.

An indescribable allure.

He couldn’t help but stare a little longer.

If the fully dressed Hu Yuying gave off an air of innocent charm, making people instinctively warm to her,

then this slightly disheveled version of her evoked something far more primal—a desire to possess her completely.

Even that tiny glimpse of bare skin was enough to make one’s imagination run wild.

Hu Yuying had initially been self-conscious, but seeing Long Aotian’s unblinking gaze, a small thrill of pride bubbled up inside her.

At least she still had some effect on him, didn’t she?

She was getting better at this.

Nothing mattered more than being able to captivate the person she loved.

"Ahem, you’re not allowed to dress like this when video-calling anyone else, got it? Look at me—"

"Okay, I understand, Long-ge. I’ll fix my clothes right away."

"Wait—except for me."

Hu Yuying smiled faintly, her half-lidded eyes glimmering with mischief, as if sending an electric current through the screen. "I only act like this in front of Long-ge. Because it’s you."

She would only ever be like this for him.

In Hu Yuying’s world, people were divided into two categories: Long Aotian, and everyone else.

She was willing—no, eager—to be this way for him. To her, it was a kind of happiness.

Just seeing the hazy, dewy look in Hu Yuying’s eyes through the screen made Long Aotian’s heart pound uncontrollably.

She was too pure—pure in her affection, pure in her devotion, and utterly unreserved in her trust.

Any man would be moved by such sincerity.

A girl like her was nothing short of a treasure, one that would last forever.

Hu Yuying’s words—her willingness, her declaration that the life she wanted was hers to choose—were etched deep into Long Aotian’s heart.

Perhaps in this life, she wouldn’t become the business tycoon she once was, but she would always be his queen.

The timid little follower who once trailed behind him had changed so much that barely a trace of her old self remained.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"I’ll be good. Long-ge can handle me however you like." Initially, Hu Yuying had vowed to stand by Long-ge and never let herself be pushed around.

Now, she only wanted to be handled by him. Because with him, she felt an overwhelming sense of safety, as if she could always be the little woman who leaned on him.

It was dependence—a kind of dependence that belonged solely to Long Aotian.

Just then, through the video call, Hu Yuying heard voices from Long Aotian’s side.

The dorm door swung open.

Huang Fei took one look at Long Aotian and blurted, "Holy shit, Lao Ao, you’re back!"

Li Longlong, observing Long Aotian’s current outfit, couldn’t hold back his laughter. "Dude, what kind of look is this? Shorts on the bottom, but fully dressed on top? Is this some new fashion trend?"

Pfft—

Hu Yuying couldn’t help it. She burst into laughter, burying her face in a pillow to muffle the sound.

She could practically picture Long-ge’s getup now.

No wonder he was sitting so stiffly...

The usually composed Long-ge suddenly seemed a lot less proper.

Long Aotian’s ears burned at Hu Yuying’s giggles. No matter how thick-skinned he was, being exposed like this was downright embarrassing.

But this embarrassment was only for her.

Before Li Longlong could say another word, Long Aotian kicked off his slipper and hurled it at him.

As he lifted his leg, Hu Yuying caught a glimpse of Long-ge’s bare thigh.

Her mind instantly flashed back to that afternoon—Long-ge standing in the courtyard, pouring water over himself to bathe, and the utterly stunned expression on his face when he noticed her watching...

Suddenly, the screen froze, and the call disconnected.

Still grinning, Hu Yuying quickly typed out a message and hit send.

[Long-ge, don’t be shy. It’s fine—I’ve already seen everything.]

After sending it, she yanked the blanket over her head, curling into a tight ball under the covers.

So embarrassing! The old her would never have dared say something like that.

Back then, even just uttering "Long-ge is so handsome" would have made her blush furiously.

But after being teased by Qingxue and fondled by Wan Ning, she’d become... different.

She couldn’t resist teasing Long-ge, especially now that he’d accepted her feelings. The urge was stronger than ever.

Now she finally understood why Long-ge loved riling her up so much.

Seeing him flustered was just too fun.

Ding—

The familiar chime of a QQ notification sounded.

Hu Yuying wriggled free from the blanket and peeked out.

Reading Long-ge’s reply, she lifted her delicate nose smugly. "Long-ge would never hit me."

"Because I’m his most obedient little follower..."