Is the little girl thinking that Brother Long is getting old

Buying clothes for a guy is actually really easy.

At least, that’s how it is with Long Aotian.

Three complete outfits, just by visiting three stores—done.

Seeing how happy Long Aotian was, Hu Yuying’s mood brightened as well, and she decided that from now on, she would be the one to buy all his clothes.

Qingxue gently bumped Hu Yuying with her hip and whispered, "We should head back tonight, right? Classes start tomorrow afternoon."

"I don’t want to go back." Hu Yuying truly didn’t want to leave. She wished she could stick to Long Aotian’s side every single moment.

She cherished every day she spent with him.

The thought of not being able to see him for the next week made her even more reluctant to part.

She couldn’t wait for their new place to be ready—then she could see him every day.

As they passed by a store, Hu Yuying suddenly remembered there was something she still needed to buy.

She turned to Qingxue and Wan Ning and said softly, "I’m going to grab something real quick."

"We’ll come with you."

"No, it’s fine. I’ll be fast." She stole a glance at Long Aotian, a delicate blush blooming on her pretty face before she hurried into the store.

When she came back out, the blush on her cheeks had deepened.

She clutched her hands tightly to her chest, as if trying to suppress the nervous flutter in her heart.

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, then lowered her head and rejoined Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning as if nothing had happened.

"What’s wrong? Did buying something embarrass you?" Li Qingxue covered her mouth, amused.

"I’m not embarrassed, it’s just a little warm," Hu Yuying explained.

Lin Wanning, however, seemed to see right through her, quietly chuckling as she watched Hu Yuying.

Under Lin Wanning’s knowing gaze, Hu Yuying’s eyes darted away. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Wanning had figured it out.

The thought made the heat in her cheeks impossible to fade.

Noticing this, Lin Wanning leaned in and whispered into Hu Yuying’s ear, "You should still pace yourselves, you know. Take care of both your health… and my brother’s."

"I know," Hu Yuying replied softly, stealing another glance at Long Aotian.

She was well aware that too much intimacy could take a toll on a man’s body.

So she had already decided—she would make him nourishing soups, ensuring he stayed strong and healthy.

Taking care of Long Aotian was the happiest thing in the world for her.

Seeing the warmth in Hu Yuying’s smile, Lin Wanning couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.

She quickly shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away.

But the harder she tried, the more images of Hu Yuying and Long Aotian flooded her mind.

Flustered, she averted her gaze, an inexplicable guilt making her restless.

Yet she still held Hu Yuying’s hand tightly.

Feeling Lin Wanning’s grip tighten, Hu Yuying turned to her in confusion and gently reassured her, "I’ll take good care of Long Aotian."

"I know. I really do believe you’ll take care of my brother."

If there was one person in the world who could truly care for Long Aotian, Lin Wanning was certain—it would be Hu Yuying.

Since Hu Yuying still wasn’t going back that night, the trio parted ways at the subway station.

Watching Qingxue and Wanning disappear into the station, Long Aotian stepped forward and gently took Hu Yuying’s hand.

"Let’s head home too?"

They had spent enough time out today—she must be tired from all the walking.

"Mm." Hu Yuying nodded, her fingers curling tightly around his.

The moment their heartbeats synced, they knew they could never be apart.

"Let’s grab some snacks for later." Without waiting for her response, Long Aotian walked into a nearby supermarket.

Soon, he returned with a bag full of treats.

He had bought snacks for her before and knew exactly what she liked.

Handing her a pack of spicy strips, he watched as her face lit up with joy.

Unbeknownst to her, his ears had turned a faint shade of red.

Back at home, Hu Yuying carried the snacks into the room while Long Aotian boiled water outside.

Even though they had already showered earlier, he believed soaking their feet before bed would help their tired bodies relax.

"How about a foot soak?"

He set the basin down and gently ruffled Hu Yuying’s hair.

She patted the spot beside her on the bed and held out a spicy strip to him. "Try some, Long Aotian."

Looking into her sparkling eyes, brimming with happiness, Long Aotian wrapped an arm around her waist and murmured, "Does it still hurt?"

His warm breath brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her sensitive skin.

"It doesn’t hurt anymore," she whispered, her voice soft and tender.

Her delicate, affectionate demeanor stirred something in him.

"Can I have a taste of something else first?"

Hu Yuying blinked up at him in confusion. "Something else?"

Long Aotian leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

The heavy breathing, the heat radiating from his body—Hu Yuying, who had already experienced intimacy between a man and a woman, knew exactly what Long Aotian was craving.

Her heart skipped a beat as she reached into her pocket and pulled out what she had bought earlier that day. Before she could even speak, she noticed Long Aotian retrieving something familiar from his own pocket.

The moment their eyes met, Hu Yuying was the first to let out a soft laugh. "You bad boy, Long Aotian, were you already prepared?"

Long Aotian answered her with action rather than words. "After tomorrow afternoon, we’ll have to wait until next weekend..."

"I feel like I’m going crazy. The possessiveness I feel for you makes me not want to wait a single day."

That night, it was as if they were trying to compensate for all the days they wouldn’t be able to see each other in the future.

From tender, lingering affection to the point where she was pleading for mercy from exhaustion—Hu Yuying could tell Long Aotian must have been just as worn out. She had only bought a pack of three.

Long Aotian had underestimated his own self-control—and the irresistible allure of the little vixen before him. The pack of three was nowhere near enough.

Seeing Long Aotian stare at the two empty boxes with unsatisfied longing, Hu Yuying stretched her sore, weary body and collapsed weakly onto the bed. The pleading vulnerability from earlier turned into smug satisfaction. "You should pace yourself, Long Aotian. Be careful, or you won’t be able to walk when you’re old."

It was meant as a joke.

But Long Aotian leaned in closer, his gaze burning as he looked down at her. "Are you saying I’m old, little girl?"

Hu Yuying instinctively covered her chest, sensing his sudden intensity. "N-no, of course not... Ah—!"

The little rabbit whimpered and whined, promising never to tease him about that again.

The big bad wolf huffed and puffed, determined to prove he was still in his prime...