The Three Little Ones

"I'm not pure anymore..." Hu Yuying lay face down on the bed, feeling as though her heart had grown strange.

Just moments ago, she had immersed herself in fantasies—imagining Brother Long punishing her in all sorts of indecent ways.

She had also picked up quite a few bizarre "techniques" from a certain video.

The mere thought of using those techniques with Brother Long filled her with such shame that she wished she could vanish into the floor right then.

"First time’s awkward, second time’s smoother. See, I’m way calmer today than yesterday." Li Qingxue patted Hu Yuying’s shoulder, barely holding back laughter as she comforted her.

Seeing Hu Yuying like this, she had finally achieved her little goal.

"Lin Wanning, who taught you this?" Hu Yuying suddenly turned and pulled Lin Wanning into her arms, her hands immediately grabbing hold of the girl’s adorable assets.

Caught off guard by the attack—and still flushed from the "educational" video—Lin Wanning felt a tingling numbness where Hu Yuying’s hands landed.

Her body twisted involuntarily.

"Good sister, good sister, I was wrong! Please let me go, okay?" The usually aloof and ethereal Lin Wanning actually began to plead.

But Hu Yuying wasn’t so easily swayed this time. Even being called "good sister" wasn’t enough.

Seeing Lin Wanning at her mercy, Li Qingxue eagerly joined the fray.

Normally, she was the one being teased by Lin Wanning—this time, she stood firmly on Hu Yuying’s side.

After a while of playful torment,

Lin Wanning finally collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Her fair, delicate face was flushed a deep pink, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye looked especially alluring against the rosy hue.

Hu Yuying was exhausted too, lying on the bed as she panted softly.

From behind, Hu Yuying’s figure was undeniably striking—her slender, almost fragile waist accentuating the plump curve of her peach-like rear.

It made her think that no matter what "technique" was used, it would feel absolutely divine.

Thankfully, having learned from yesterday, they had snacks and soda ready this time.

Li Qingxue gave Hu Yuying’s rear a playful smack.

Hu Yuying’s entire demeanor shifted instantly—her moist eyes glazed over with a mix of daze and resentment.

Covering her lips with a light chuckle, Li Qingxue said, "Good sister, my bad. Have a snack?" The memory of Hu Yuying’s "punishment" on Lin Wanning was still fresh—she couldn’t risk suffering the same fate.

Mimicking Lin Wanning’s earlier plea, she found the term "good sister" rolled off her tongue quite naturally.

The three of them nibbled on snacks together.

Once she had recovered, Lin Wanning teased, "Yuying, did you learn anything useful?"

Hu Yuying’s cheeks reddened briefly. Though reluctant to answer, she gave a small nod.

"But even if I learned a little, it’s useless unless Brother Long is on the same page."

Li Qingxue pondered, then suggested, "What if we showed Brother Long too?"

Lin Wanning rolled her eyes at Hu Yuying and Li Qingxue. "You really don’t need to worry about guys. They’re born with all the necessary... equipment and instincts."

Li Qingxue found this revelation fascinating.

But Hu Yuying knew it was true—once, when Brother Long had roughly tugged at her clothes, she had felt that if he hadn’t stopped, she would’ve been devoured whole.

Back then, she had been too clueless to react, just lying stiffly on the bed...

But now? If it happened again, she’d wrap her legs around his waist without hesitation—

She shook her head violently. What’s wrong with me? Why am I thinking like this?

After snacks, they watched some actual TV (not that kind of video), and gradually, the heat in their bodies subsided.

Their emotions and rationality seemed to return to normal.

Lying together, arms draped over each other’s shoulders, they talked for what felt like forever.

"Honestly, I think my brother’s just a closet pervert. He’s never been in a relationship, so he doesn’t know how to act. But if you replaced romance with anything else, he’d master it in no time."

Lin Wanning glanced at Hu Yuying. "I think you should go for it—quick and decisive!"

"Wouldn’t that be too fast?" After watching that video, Hu Yuying still felt jittery.

But it wasn’t just her—Li Qingxue also studied Lin Wanning, sensing that she was pushing hard for Hu Yuying and Long Aotian to get together.

But why? Just last night, Lin Wanning had admitted she still had feelings for Long Aotian...

Was she trying to make Hu Yuying claim him first, just to kill her own lingering hopes?

The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

Otherwise, why else would she act this way?

The moment Long Aotian had taken Hu Yuying’s hand, Li Qingxue had buried her own unspoken love deep in her heart.

Did she still have feelings for him? Absolutely.

But if this love story needed an ending, Hu Yuying would be the one to deliver the perfect finale.

That was Li Qingxue’s conviction.

Yet, not long after, she would stumble upon something shocking—

A discovery that, in the distant future, would bring everything to the most flawless conclusion.

But that was a story for another time.

For now, the mission remained: Devote every effort to Hu Yuying’s romantic strategy.

As her best friend, Li Qingxue genuinely wanted her happiness.

But more than that, Hu Yuying’s words had left a deep mark on her:

"If Brother Long can find his happiness, I’ll accept anything—because I truly want him to be happy."

At their age, Li Qingxue knew she could never say something so selfless. Nor did she possess Hu Yuying’s single-minded devotion—where Long Aotian’s joy became her own.

Perhaps it was this very mindset that made Hu Yuying irreplaceable in his heart.

Faced with Lin Wanning and Li Qingxue’s outrageous suggestions, Hu Yuying was mortified.

What kind of ideas are these?!

Wet T-shirt seduction? Nightgown enticement? And that unmentionable three-piece lingerie set—how could her friends come up with such shameless schemes?!

Her Brother Long was a proper gentleman! (Well... mostly.)

The three girls rarely slept together, but with so much to discuss, the conversation never ended.

Slowly, one by one, they drifted off.

Lin Wanning lay on her side, gazing at Hu Yuying’s sleeping face. Her fingertips lightly brushed Hu Yuying’s cheek as a tender softness flickered in her cool, distant eyes.

"Yuying... you’re my best friend. Brother Long will always be yours—you deserve all of him. I just want a sliver... even the tiniest scrap of his love. I’d willingly live in the shadows, but I’d never interfere with you..."

"Thank you for the gifts! A new month, a fresh start—even during the Spring Festival, the Vulture (author's nickname) hasn’t taken a single day off. Seeing how hardworking the Vulture is, let’s all recharge together this new month and keep the energy flowing! Much love and gratitude, sending hearts your way!"