In his sleep, Long Aotian seemed to have a blissful dream.
In the dream, he held Hu Yuying’s soft body close, their proximity so intimate that he could feel her breath against his skin.
Such dreams were beautiful, the kind one couldn’t help but lose themselves in.
Yet no matter how wonderful the dream, one must eventually wake.
Long Aotian slowly opened his eyes, and there before him was the very face from his dream.
This didn’t seem like a dream at all—she lay quietly in his arms, her breath warm against his cheek.
She clung to him tightly, as if seeking security in his embrace.
Suddenly, Long Aotian noticed the faint tremble of Hu Yuying’s eyelashes. Amused, he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to the lips of this little mischief-maker pretending to sleep.
Feeling his touch, the "little mischief-maker" could no longer keep up the act—her lips curled into an unmistakable smile.
She opened her eyes and grinned playfully. "Long-ge, I feel so happy."
"Maybe all the misfortunes I’ve faced were just to lead me to the greatest luck of my life. And now, I want to tell you, Long-ge, I’ve found it."
As she spoke, she arched her back, her slender waist forming a graceful curve, and finally captured the lips of her beloved luck.
But the kiss was brief—just a peck—because they hadn’t brushed their teeth yet. No tongues allowed!
Pulling away gently, Hu Yuying cupped Long Aotian’s face in her hands. "Long-ge, if I ever lost you, I don’t think I’d ever find someone who makes me feel this safe again."
Her long legs shifted slightly, brushing against something hard and uncomfortable.
Blinking in confusion, Hu Yuying froze as Long Aotian sucked in a sharp breath. He gave her a helpless look. "What am I going to do with you?"
She climbed onto his lap, her face flushed. "I told you, I’d do anything for you."
Resting her head against his chest, she murmured, "I treasure you, Long-ge. My feelings aren’t just a passing whim—they’re real. My heart won’t let me lie to you. I want this. All of it."
Like a dam breaking, desire surged uncontrollably.
Long Aotian scooped her up and carried her to the folding bed, laying her down gently.
Passion ignited in an instant. As he tugged off her pants, the sight of her pale, smooth thighs was impossible to ignore.
He was just about to press closer when—
The alarm blared abruptly.
Long Aotian silenced it, pausing mid-motion.
Her small hands were clenched tightly, her face a mix of nervousness and fear.
Her body was tense, trembling slightly with uncertainty.
Her ragged breaths ghosted against his ear.
"L-Long-ge, I’m not scared... just a little nervous... I’ve never done this before..."
Long Aotian pressed his forehead against her flat stomach, taking a deep, steadying breath before lifting his head again—reason finally prevailing.
Taking her innocence in this cramped, dusty little room would be disrespectful.
And seeing how frightened she was, how his roughness had startled her...
Physical intimacy should be pleasurable for both, not just about his own needs.
Ignoring her emotions would be irresponsible.
Besides, the workers would be arriving soon...
After splashing cold water on his face, Long Aotian stepped out to find Hu Yuying already dressed, waiting for him. She stared at him anxiously, as if worried her nervousness had ruined the moment for him.
He scratched his head and took her hand. "Sorry... I scared you earlier."
"I could’ve handled it," she insisted.
But her words only made him feel guiltier.
She was willing to endure discomfort for his sake, ready to give him everything—while he hadn’t even considered her feelings.
She was inexperienced, trembling with nothing but fear, and he hadn’t comforted her at all. Compared to her, he felt utterly unworthy.
Unable to read his expression, she whispered, "Long-ge... don’t you want me?"
The question hit him like a bomb.
Seeing her flustered face, Long Aotian flicked her forehead lightly. "What nonsense. Of course I do. Having a girlfriend as amazing as you—I’d wake up laughing in my sleep."
"I want you, but not just like this. You deserve the best, not some grimy, dusty room."
Hu Yuying leaned against his shoulder, gripping his hand tightly. "I don’t care about any of that. To me, the best is whoever I love. For someone like me, the most important thing is that you return my feelings."
"I cherish every moment with you. I truly want to be yours. Back home, girls my age are already married."
Long-ge’s kindness even impressed her grandparents. Someone this good was worth giving everything to. It wasn’t that she was being improper—he was just that worthy.
Her words flowed through him like warmth, a reminder that her love was a treasure beyond measure.
And all of it—every bit of happiness—was because of her.
Long Aotian adjusted her clothes and kissed her forehead. "Let’s go. The workers will be here soon. I’ll take you for breakfast first."
Then, leaning close to her ear, he murmured, "You’re my dream come true."
Hu Yuying finally smiled—a soft, almost silly grin. "One more kiss. Just one."
Rising on her toes, she offered her forehead. Feeling his lips brush against it, her smile widened. Could anything be more perfect than this?
Hand in hand, they left the courtyard.
The morning air seemed fresher today, as if the weather itself celebrated their love.
Passing an alley, Long Aotian glanced sideways.
"Long-ge, what’s on your mind?"
"I thought I saw two people sleeping in that alley just now."
"Really? I didn’t notice."
"Must’ve imagined it."
Hearing their voices, Ye Liangchen jolted awake, peeking out just in time to see them walk away. His heart ached sharply—they’d stayed inside all night and only left now? Damn it!
Turning back, he glared at the still-sleeping Xue Shaohua, then slapped him twice across the face.
Xue Shaohua hissed, blinking awake in confusion.
"Wake up! They’re getting away, and you’re still napping!"
"Only 2 days left until the Spring Festival—it's getting closer and closer!"
"Also, a big thank you for the 'Big God Certification' gift. I saw it quite late and didn't get to thank the generous supporter in time. Hope you don’t mind—love you all!"
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