If I don't reach out to you, will you never contact me

Hu Yuying affectionately nuzzled against Long Aotian's chest, murmuring, "Not at all. This little girl wasn’t playing with fire."

Then, peeking up at him, she added in a whisper, "Last night was an exception. For Long-ge’s health, from today until the holiday ends, you’re not allowed to touch A-Ying anymore."

"Long-ge should learn to control himself too."

When she woke up this morning, her waist ached, and her legs felt weak.

If she was like this, Long-ge—who had exerted himself far more—couldn’t be much better off.

A little restraint might be for the best.

"You’ve had your fill, and now you’ve forgotten how good Long-ge is to you?"

Hu Yuying’s cheeks flushed pink. Long-ge had indeed fed her until she was utterly satisfied, but how could she ever admit to that?

So, she braced herself to argue stubbornly.

Long Aotian watched the little girl’s flushed face as she tried to twist her words, his heart swelling with amusement. Teasing her was always the most delightful thing.

Especially when she grew so flustered—it filled him with an indescribable warmth.

After dropping her off at University A, Long Aotian returned to University T.

Perhaps it was because last night had left him utterly content, but everything on campus seemed brighter, more beautiful.

Back in the dorm, he was surprised not to see Huang Fei and Li Longlong. Instead, Xu Shuai—who was usually out on dates with Wang Lijuan—was there.

"Where are they?"

"They went for training," Xu Shuai explained. "The university sports festival is coming up, so they’re both busy preparing."

"Hey, Old Ao, have you picked your events yet?"

At this, Long Aotian’s expression turned serious.

Unlike most universities, where sports festivals were more about fun, University T took theirs very seriously.

There were four categories: Track & Field, Recreational, Team, and Specialized.

Students had to choose one event from each.

"Should we wait for them to come back and discuss it?"

Xu Shuai grinned. "Already settled."

"Li Longlong chose high jump, Huang Fei went for the 800-meter, and you and I are doing sprinting."

"For Recreational and Team, we’ll pick pull-ups, tug-of-war, or relays."

"Specialized events—we’ll each handle our own."

Long Aotian nodded approvingly. "Excellent. Truly excellent."

After finalizing their plans, they decided to join Huang Fei and Li Longlong for training.

But just as they stepped out of the dorm, Long Aotian’s phone buzzed.

Seeing the sender’s name, his footsteps slowed.

Lin Wanning stared at her screen the moment she sent the message.

She hadn’t wanted to do this. Hu Yuying had major classes on Wednesdays and Fridays, keeping her until past 8 p.m.

She’d assumed Long-ge and A-Ying would be exhausted after last night.

But Wednesday and Friday were the only times she could steal a moment from Hu Yuying. After wrestling with her desires, she’d finally caved and sent the message.

"The university’s sports festival is coming up. I have training this afternoon."

Reading Long Aotian’s reply, Lin Wanning sighed softly.

A tiny angel perched on her left shoulder, pleading gently, "Sister, he has responsibilities. You should understand, shouldn’t you? Maybe he’d appreciate a considerate Wanning."

"Ha!" A scoff came from the little devil on her right. "Considerate? More like convenient. Wouldn’t it be more thrilling if he spent that energy on you instead of training?"

The angel tried to interject, but Lin Wanning frowned. "Quiet." Then she turned to the devil. "Go on."

Startled but emboldened, the devil gulped and continued, "You’ve held back for so long just to avoid disrupting him and A-Ying. Now that she’s busy, shouldn’t you reward yourself?"

"Even if we’re the ‘other woman,’ let’s be the best at it. Love is made through action—how else will he remember you?"

Lin Wanning sighed again. "I know all that. But he said he doesn’t have time."

"Bull! Take out your phone right now and type: ‘Long-ge, you wouldn’t want A-Ying to find out about that thing, would you?’ Then book a room and send him the address—"

The devil’s words lingered in her ears.

Glancing at her phone, her resolve hardened. "Am I really less exciting than training?"

She didn’t ask for much—just two afternoons a week, Wednesdays and Fridays.

The thought made her ache for Long Aotian’s rough yet tender discipline.

After sending the message, Lin Wanning exhaled deeply, sitting on the hotel bed with her phone clutched tightly.

No reply came.

Anxiety gnawed at her. Would he hate her for threatening him?

The wait was agony. She had no idea if he’d come.

Curled up against the headboard, she stared blankly at her phone until, finally, she buried her face in her knees.

Forty minutes had passed. If he were coming, he’d be here by now—the hotel was close to University T and the music academy.

"Twenty more minutes. Maybe he’s training and didn’t see my message."

But when the time elapsed, she knew he wasn’t coming. Biting her lip, she fought back tears.

Silently, she changed out of her outfit, slipped into her regular clothes, and headed for the door.

The moment she opened it, she froze.

There, crouched against the wall, scratching his head in frustration, was Long Aotian.

"Ge?"

Hearing her voice, he looked up and stood quickly. "Wanning, listen—"

Before he could finish, Lin Wanning puffed her cheeks and yanked him inside. "Whatever you have to say, we’ll discuss it deeply in here."

"Wait—stop undressing—!" Long Aotian protested as she began stripping the second they entered. "Calm down first!"

But Lin Wanning ignored him. This chance was hers, fought for and won.

She hadn’t booked this room to hear a lecture.

"I can’t calm down. If I didn’t reach out, would you ever contact me?"

"I don’t care about other times, but Wednesdays and Fridays—when A-Ying has class—those afternoons are mine."

She threw herself against him, her hand sliding downward. The resentment she’d felt earlier melted away, replaced by a heady thrill.

"Whether it’s for me or just my body… at least you react."