"Little lazy pig, ti 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 deanor 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 soone 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, n 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 so 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 sa 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 comnt.
Though she didn’t have eyes on the back of her head, years of styling experience told her that this loose, slightly ssy 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 t Li Qingxue in the cafeteria, the latter blinked and imdiately remarked, "Long Aotian did your hair, didn’t he?"
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"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 ssy—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 so ti 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 sothing 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 ti to keep her company.
"Tomorrow’s a day off, so she should have so free ti, 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.
......
anwhile, 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 mont, 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 abdon was the simplest proof of what had happened.
And then there was that place—now changed, no longer the sa after being taken for the first ti.
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 tis?
Was her endurance really that poor?
Lying there, Lin Wanning couldn’t help but wonder.
Of course, it was different—n and won were built differently, after all.
As her roommates left the dorm, $2in Wanning burrowed under the covers, put on her headphones, and unlocked her phone.
The sight of her own shaless monts on the screen sent a flush of heat across her usually cool, composed face.
In the heat of the mont, 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 so 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.
n and won weren’t so different after all.
Once you’d tasted the first ti, you’d inevitably crave a second. Maybe this was what they called hurting so good.
Rubbing her sore thighs, she suddenly rembered 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 ssage.
The mont it delivered, $2he caught a fleeting glimpse of [Typing...] before it disappeared.
She couldn’t help but smile. Soone like him must be struggling right now, huh?
So she typed another ssage.
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 amusent as he sneaked away.
Once outside, $2e spotted Lin Wanning sitting quietly on a bench in the distance, waiting.
"Brother." The mont 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 claid to have nothing, yet she poured everything into him...
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