"Before, you always said you were a proper 'Brother Long,' but turns out Brother Long is the least proper of all," Hu Yuying huffed playfully.
Even with Long Aotian's thick skin, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed now. It seemed that ever since he'd gotten close to the little girl, it had become impossible to act serious around her.
But after saying this, she suddenly nestled into his arms. "But Brother Long, I’ve realized how clingy I’ve become with you."
Hu Yuying didn’t know how other people acted when they were in love, but for her, she wanted to be by Brother Long’s side every single moment.
Just being near him made her feel incredibly secure, as if she were being pampered beyond measure—because Brother Long knew exactly how to cherish her.
"Aren’t we together right now?" Long Aotian could sense her dependence on him.
This feeling wasn’t new—it had always been there.
"Yeah, we’re together right now," she murmured, tilting her head up to gaze at him with a soft, adoring smile.
"Starting tomorrow, I’ll take you to work and bring you home. We’ll always be together."
Hu Yuying knew this might trouble Brother Long, but she couldn’t help whispering, "Okay."
A small, blissful warmth bloomed in her chest. When she was little, she’d always wished someone would pick her up and drop her off.
Who would’ve thought that now, all grown up, she’d get to experience it with the man she loved? Hehe, her heart was so happy.
Long Aotian adjusted the pillow. "Time to sleep."
"But I’m not sleepy yet," Hu Yuying whined. "Stay up and talk with me a little longer, okay?"
"Then give me a kiss."
"Mwah~" She planted a loud, exaggerated kiss on his cheek, then bit her lip to stifle a giggle. "Happy now?"
"Nope." Long Aotian shook his head. "That was way too fast. I didn’t even feel it."
Watching her blush, her crescent-moon eyes shimmering with affection, he couldn’t resist teasing her.
He’d never get tired of it...
Hu Yuying shot him a coquettish glare. "Brother Long is so mean. Always bullying Yuying."
But despite her words, she willingly leaned in for another kiss.
Feeling the softness of her lips, Long Aotian rolled over, careful not to press on her stomach.
The heat of their bodies seeped into each other, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, her breath coming in warm, uneven puffs. "Brother Long..."
Her sultry voice, her dazed eyes—everything about her melted like water, brimming with longing...
Long Aotian lowered his head, his voice rough with restraint as he whispered by her ear, "Yuying..."
Before he could finish, her lips trailed along his neck, feather-light yet sending waves of electricity coursing through his veins.
"Be gentle, okay?" she breathed, her gaze hazy with desire, sparking flames in the air between them.
The slowest, sweetest indulgence was impossible to resist.
Like a boat drifting on a river, rising and falling in pure bliss...
Dawn’s faint glow eventually broke through the quiet night.
Hu Yuying’s long lashes fluttered as she blinked awake, turning toward the curtains where sunlight peeked through.
She shifted slightly to look at Brother Long, still asleep beside her.
A tender smile curved her lips as she traced his brow with her fingertips.
Memories of last night flooded back, and her fair skin flushed with embarrassment.
After slipping into her underwear, she gathered their scattered clothes, folded them neatly, and placed them on Long Aotian’s bedside before quietly stepping out.
Ding-ding-ding!
The alarm blared. Long Aotian groaned, fumbling for his phone to shut it off.
He was about to doze off again when he suddenly remembered—Yuying!
His eyes snapped open, but the space beside him was empty.
The clothes from last night were now neatly stacked on his nightstand.
Recalling how they’d lost themselves in passion, he smacked his own forehead.
Scrambling out of bed, he threw on his clothes and rushed out.
"Yuying? Yuying?"
No answer. His chest tightened with worry as he grabbed his phone to call her.
Then—her ringtone sounded from outside the front door.
Long Aotian hurried over and swung it open.
There she was, holding breakfast in one hand and fishing her phone from her pocket with the other.
"You scared me half to death," he exhaled, pulling her into a tight embrace.
Waking up without her had left him feeling hollow, like something vital was missing.
Hu Yuying melted into his arms, touched by his concern. "I went to buy breakfast. You were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you."
"Next time, just tell me. If I know where you are, I won’t panic. Waking up without you... it’s the worst feeling."
"Okay, okay~ Let’s go eat now," she soothed, smiling. Such a clingy Brother Long...
Even after living in the capital for so long, she still couldn’t get used to the local fermented bean drink.
She took a sip of congee, and before she could swallow, Brother Long peeled an egg and held it to her lips.
He was feeding her!
Giddy, she took a bite—then froze as warmth pooled in her abdomen.
Her smile faltered, replaced by a blush.
Tugging lightly on his sleeve, she hesitated.
Long Aotian brushed a crumb from her lips. "What’s wrong?"
"Brother Long, I... I think... my period just started..."
Hu Yuying wanted to vanish. Had he really... unblocked her?
It had been five days late... and she’d even wondered if...
She peeked at him shyly.
Realization dawned on Long Aotian. Gently ruffling her hair, he said, "Wait here."
As he dashed out, Hu Yuying buried her face in her hands. So embarrassing...
Soon, he returned with a full shopping bag.
After changing, he carried her back to bed.
The moment he set her down, she yanked the covers over her head and mumbled, "S-sorry, Brother Long... My cycle was just late..."
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