Seeing Long Aotian standing there dazed, Lin Wanning chuckled softly, "Brother, is Ah-Ying fragrant while Wanning isn’t?"
"You were so rough just now, and you enjoyed it too..."
"Though Wanning won’t make you take responsibility, you can’t just pull up your pants and pretend nothing happened."
Long Aotian sighed lightly, wiping away the traces of red on her delicate skin before standing up.
"Wanning..." Before he could finish, his phone rang.
He took it out and silenced the ringtone—a special one he’d set just so he wouldn’t miss calls from the little girl.
"Are you going to Yuying?"
"Yeah."
"Then take me to the subway station, brother."
With that, Lin Wanning got up, her steps unsteady as she headed toward the room.
One thing Lin Wanning hadn’t lied about: she would only interfere in the shadows, never openly disrupting his relationship with Hu Yuying.
Even if all she got were scraps of his affection, she’d savor them gladly.
Soon, she changed back into her original outfit.
Holding her bag, she stood before Long Aotian and smiled faintly. "Brother, I’ll be good too."
Faced with this version of Lin Wanning, Long Aotian swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
Instead, he gathered the blood-stained tissues from the floor. "I’ll take you back first."
"Thank you, brother." She sat sideways on the electric scooter, this time tentatively wrapping her arms around his waist.
Neither spoke, yet their thoughts were anything but calm.
Lin Wanning mused that her brother just needed time to adjust.
The best solution was repetition—like eating or drinking, the more it happened, the less guilt he’d feel. As long as their little secret stayed hidden, things would eventually return to normal.
And she wasn’t wrong. Long Aotian’s heart was indeed weighed down by guilt—mostly toward the little girl.
He also had no idea how to face Lin Wanning moving forward.
No matter how it had happened, her first time had undeniably been with him.
Every future meeting would be awkward.
Lost in thought, they soon arrived at the music academy.
"We’re here."
"Yeah."
Lin Wanning dismounted, her legs wobbling so badly she nearly stumbled.
Long Aotian quickly steadied her. "You okay?"
That simple concern made her eyes well up. "I’m fine... just my legs feel weak, and it hurts a little... down there."
Pain was inevitable the first time, especially since Lin Wanning had only mimicked what she’d seen in videos—up and down, relentlessly...
Even with her dance training and flexibility, the strain left her thighs sore, and the next day’s ache would be unavoidable.
Hearing her complain, Long Aotian recalled how she’d looked—glowing with sweat, cheeks flushed, stubbornly sniffling yet refusing to stop.
He couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Such a fool."
Checking the time, he glanced at her. "Get back on."
Lin Wanning’s eyes lit up, her usually cool face breaking into a bright smile as she settled behind him again.
This time, Long Aotian took her to the artificial lake nearby.
After parking, he crouched in front of her and began massaging her legs.
"Rub them yourself later, or tomorrow you won’t even be able to get out of bed."
"Brother’s worried about me." Lin Wanning draped her legs over his arms without hesitation. She was already his—what were a few touches?
She might not have Yuying’s slender waist, but her long legs were eye-catching in their own right.
Unlike Hu Yuying, Lin Wanning wasn’t easily flustered.
As she’d told Long Aotian long ago, she wasn’t a traditional girl. For the one she loved, she’d do anything.
Hearing that, Long Aotian paused.
He looked up at her seated on the scooter. "Do you realize how much this could hurt you?"
"I know. But I don’t care." Lin Wanning laughed softly, answering without pause. "I don’t have much to offer. I wanted to give you the best, and the best thing I have is myself."
"Brother, remember what I said?" Not waiting for his reply, she continued, "Maybe one day I’ll meet someone better, someone I like even more."
"But it’s so hard."
"After knowing you, I compare everyone to you. I see traces of you in everyone—yet none of them are you."
"You’re like my destined calamity, tangling up my heart, making me complicated yet desperate to stay close."
Her gaze was earnest. She was an adult; she knew the risks. Yet she’d chosen this path anyway.
No grand reasons. Even if she was reduced to dust, even if she could only exist in the shadows...
Long Aotian listened quietly, understanding the depth of her feelings.
She was serious. Reckless. Unapologetic.
He scoffed at himself. What had he done to deserve this?
"So you and Yuying are fake friends?"
Lin Wanning shook her head firmly. "No."
"She’s my best friend, my sister. Maybe I’m just the worse one—the shameless one."
With that, her slender legs tightened around his waist. "Wanning doesn’t ask for much. Just a little piece of you."
"They took me from my grandparents but kept me at arm’s length. Brother, let me keep this one good thing—something that’ll never abandon me."
"If you feel guilty, I have a solution."
"What?"
She leaned in, whispering mischievously, "Pretend I’m Yuying. Do it a few more times. The guilt will fade."
Seeing his stunned expression, Lin Wanning burst into laughter.
......
"Long-ge?"
Hu Yuying waved a hand in front of his face. "Long-ge? Hello?"
"Huh?" Long Aotian snapped out of his daze and forced a smile. "Perfect timing."
"What were you thinking about? I called you so many times!" Hu Yuying puffed her cheeks, putting on her helmet.
"Nothing, haha. Hop on. Let’s get dinner."
She giggled, pinching his cheek. "Now you’re my absent-minded Long-ge..."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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