Having Nothing, Yet Giving Everything

"Little lazy pig, time to wake up, little lazy pig?" Long Aotian called softly, brushing a strand of the girl's hair against her own nose to tickle her awake.

The girl wrinkled her nose, frowned slightly, and stretched her arms overhead with a contented sigh before slowly opening her eyes.

Gazing at Long Aotian, whose lazy demeanor carried a touch of sunshine-like warmth, she smiled softly and said, "Good morning, Long-ge."

The bright, carefree laziness in her expression filled Long Aotian's heart with boundless affection.

Leaning over the edge of the bed, he inched closer—only for his lips to be stopped by a finger.

"I haven't washed up yet."

"I don’t care, I still want a kiss."

How could someone be this unbearably cute?

In the end, worn down by his clinginess, she had no choice but to plant a quick peck on his cheek.

Honestly, men were so easy to please. Take Long-ge right now—just one little kiss, and his whole mood visibly brightened.

"Breakfast is already here. Have some first," Long Aotian said, pulling out a comb from who-knows-where.

He settled behind Hu Yuying, carefully combing and arranging her hair.

"Long-ge, do you know how to braid?" Hu Yuying knew that if she didn’t let him fuss over her, he’d just keep pestering her, so she indulged him.

"No, but I can tie it up for you," Long Aotian replied earnestly. "And it’ll definitely look good."

"Really?" Hu Yuying was skeptical. This was the same Long-ge who once managed to tie his own ponytail crookedly—now claiming he could make her hair "definitely look good"?

Honestly, she was kind of looking forward to it.

But when she saw the utterly satisfied look on his face afterward, she couldn’t even bring herself to comment.

Though she didn’t have eyes on the back of her head, years of styling experience told her that this loose, slightly messy updo felt… a little haphazard.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "It’s so pretty, A-Ying. The way I tied your hair is just perfect."

"As long as Long-ge likes it."

"Finished eating?"

"Mhm. Long-ge, you should eat too."

After polishing off the rest of breakfast, he escorted the little miss to A University.

When Hu Yuying met Li Qingxue in the cafeteria, the latter blinked and immediately remarked, "Long Aotian did your hair, didn’t he?"

She could tell at a glance.

"Is it that obvious?" Hu Yuying asked quietly.

"Not super obvious, just… hard to describe," Li Qingxue said with an amused snort. "I feel like I could do better with a stick."

Hu Yuying protectively touched her hair. "Is it really that bad?"

Li Qingxue laughed. "Oh, absolutely. It’s all messy—kinda like that landlady from Kung Fu Hustle."

"But paired with your sweet little face? Honestly, it’s kinda sexy."

Hu Yuying burst into giggles. "Really? Then I guess Long-ge does know how to style hair after all."

"Keep telling yourself that."

"I’m not lying!"

"We’re off in the afternoon—wanna hang out?" Li Qingxue suggested.

"Maybe tomorrow? Long-ge’s been extra clingy lately. I should spend some time with him."

"Ugh, everyone’s busy today. I’m gonna be so bored."

"Even Wanning’s unavailable?"

Li Qingxue sighed. "I tried asking Lin Wanning yesterday, but she said she had something important."

She’d called Lin Wanning the previous afternoon, only to be told she was occupied with urgent matters.

Li Qingxue knew that Lin Wanning's academy was preparing for an evening event, so she felt a little guilty about taking up her time to keep her company.

"Tomorrow’s a day off, so she should have some free time, right?"

"I’m not sure. I’ll text her later and ask. I feel like taking a bath..."

"You just took a bath, and now you want another one?" Hu Yuying couldn’t help but sigh.

Once a week was reasonable, and twice a week was still acceptable—after all, everyone was different. Maybe Qingxue just really enjoyed soaking in the tub.

......

Meanwhile, at the music academy’s girls’ dormitory.

Lin Wanning propped herself up from the bed, supporting her aching waist.

Her legs felt weak, and standing up only made her more aware of the soreness and exhaustion.

For a brief moment, it was as if her body no longer belonged to her.

Her lower back, in particular, carried an indescribable fatigue.

The lingering ache in her abdomen was the simplest proof of what had happened.

And then there was that place—now changed, no longer the same after being taken for the first time.

Every single detail matched exactly what A-Ying had described.

She collapsed back onto the bed with a sigh.

If just once left her like this, how on earth had A-Ying managed six times?

Was her endurance really that poor?

Lying there, Lin Wanning couldn’t help but wonder.

Of course, it was different—men and women were built differently, after all.

As her roommates left the dorm,

Lin Wanning burrowed under the covers, put on her headphones, and unlocked her phone.

The sight of her own shameless moments on the screen sent a flush of heat across her usually cool, composed face.

In the heat of the moment, it hadn’t felt like anything out of the ordinary.

But looking back now, she couldn’t believe how bold she’d been.

And now, watching it almost felt like she was viewing some kind of… video.

With Long Aotian as the male lead… and herself as the female lead.

Just thinking about it made her body react in ways she couldn’t control.

Men and women weren’t so different after all.

Once you’d tasted the first time, you’d inevitably crave a second. Maybe this was what they called hurting so good.

Rubbing her sore thighs, she suddenly remembered the brief tenderness Long Aotian had shown when massaging them for her yesterday.

The more her thoughts wandered, the deeper her longing grew.

Staring at the chat window on her phone, Lin Wanning figured he’d probably already dropped A-Ying off at University A by now. So she sent a message.

The moment it delivered,

She caught a fleeting glimpse of [Typing...] before it disappeared.

She couldn’t help but smile. Someone like him must be struggling right now, huh?

So she typed another message.

Chasing this kind of happiness wasn’t exactly honorable—but what was done was done, and she had no regrets.

......

Long Aotian stared at his phone, exhaling deeply.

After scanning the crowded lecture hall, he quietly slipped out through the back door...

A pair of knowing eyes blinked softly, watching him with faint amusement as he sneaked away.

Once outside,

He spotted Lin Wanning sitting quietly on a bench in the distance, waiting.

"Brother." The moment she saw him, Lin Wanning instinctively tried to stand, her face lighting up like a winter blossom—so breathtaking it was hard to look away.

"Are you okay?" The way she moved so clumsily told him everything—she must still be in pain.

"It's alright, brother. I miss you." Lin Wanning's blunt confession left Long Aotian at a loss.

She claimed to have nothing, yet she poured everything into him...