Chapter 215: Dragon Bro, You’re Not Solo Anymore
Feeling Hu Yu Ying’s heartbeat pounding in his chest, Dragon Brother (Male) just had to smirk.
He even felt like he was probably worse off than her—huge loser, 28 years a confirmed bachelor in his own world, and now, after arriving in this new one, still full-on single for 18 years. Basically, a pro at being clueless when it came to relationships. No experience, no ideas, often left staring blankly like a confused puppy.
But one thing was crystal clear to him: hanging out with Hu Yu Ying made everything lighter, happier. It wasn’t just now; ever since he first met her, that warm fuzzy feeling has been there, nagging him like an annoying fly he doesn’t want to swat away.
Dragon Brother chuckled softly, relaxing his arms from around Hu Yu Ying and instead grabbing her delicate hand.
His little sidekick had become so brave, so how could he, the Big Bro, still chicken out?
Feeling Dragon Bro’s strong grip on her hand, Hu Yu Ying looked up with a gentle, smiling gaze.
Sometimes, love hit you out of nowhere—one moment you’re just casually going about your day, and the next, it’s like the whole world shifts. Maybe it’s a word, maybe a single gesture, but Hu Yu Ying knew well enough that her heart fluttered more than just once.
But, small as it was, those little sparks of heart-thumping interaction—first happened last night over some delicious mouthfuls, and now, with Dragon Bro clutching her hand so tightly—they’d become unmistakably real.
Hu Yu Ying is simple deep down: happy when she’s happy, sad when she’s sad. Right now? Happiness overflowed.
“Let’s go grab some breakfast,” Dragon Brother said, his voice softening at her bright, smiling face.
“Okay,” Hu Yu Ying nodded obediently—since whatever Dragon Bro wants, she’s all in.
Ever since she took her first brave step, daring to go out of town with him for clothes shopping—ever since that moment, she’s trusted him unconditionally.
Loving someone, after all, can turn even the most mature into a bit of a dork.
It can make the hesitant brave.
And little things like this? They make her feel a burst of joy anytime, anywhere.
She leaned her cheek on her hand, eyes twinkling as she gazed at Dragon Bro, watching him eat a mini steamed bun. That smile on his lips? Absolutely adorable.
Dragon Bro, caught up in devouring his snack, suddenly felt a tad sheepish—though he’d been stared at plenty before, Hu Yu Ying was sneaking glances at him all the time before, hiding her affection behind playful shyness. Today? She’s boldly staring, unabashed. That was new.
You ever get that weird feeling when someone’s eating innocently but with a gaze so sweet, you can’t focus? Like, do I keep eating or stand here awkwardly? No options—just helplessly enchanted by her.
And she loved it. She just loved watching him eat.
When Dragon Bro lowered his chopsticks, Hu Yu Ying pulled out a tissue and reached over. Seeing her hand stretch out, Dragon Bro instinctively reached to grab her, but she didn’t stop—nope—they’re in this together. She leaned forward to gently wipe the corner of his mouth with the tissue.
Dragon Bro stiffened—alone he could be cool, but being cared for like this was awkward.
“I— I got it,” he mumbled, trying to wave her off.
But Hu Yu Ying’s eyes sparkled with affection—her face redness betraying her shyness. She pressed the tissue softly against his lips, still smiling, still caring.
“You know, I actually can take care of Dragon Bro too,” she whispered, voice trembling just slightly.
Dragon Bro paused, holding her gaze, and saw himself reflected in those bright eyes. Slowly, the stiffness eased from his muscles.
Who doesn’t like being cared for by someone they love?
It’s not fear—no, it’s more like a tangled, unspoken feeling—especially when Hu Yu Ying softly said, “You’re not alone anymore, Dragon Bro. You need to get used to it, learn to accept it.”
In their hometown slang: “You’ve just gotten used to doing everything yourself all these years.”
“Is it that you don’t dislike being taken care of, or that you’re actually scared of it?” Hu Yu Ying pressed gently.
Dragon Bro lifted his eyes to hers, looking into her pupils—his reflection flickering within. Both tense and relaxed, caught in a corner of tenderness.
Who doesn’t enjoy being looked after by someone they care for?
It’s not fear—they’s longing, maybe even a little guilty.
Especially when Hu Yu Ying’s words hit his heart—“You’re not alone anymore…”—feels like a weight on his chest.
If he had to put it in words, he’d say it’s guilt.
Guilt for not confessing properly before.
This little girl, so straightforward in her feelings, makes him feel exposed.
Maybe she thinks she doesn’t need to say it outright, but deep down? It’s something she deserved to say—at least, to herself.
Hu Yu Ying sat back down, clutching her tissue with trembling hands, not quite as composed as she wanted to appear.
“I—I actually want to say, I can do anything for Dragon Bro,” she murmured softly, eyes shimmering with resolve.
In her eyes, Dragon Bro was so capable, so incredible—like he could handle anything, fix any problem.
She might not be able to help him yet, but she’s willing to learn, to grow—she wants to do something meaningful for him.
Love is mutual. Dragon Bro helps her, cares for her—fearful she might confuse gratitude, appreciation, or love—so he gives her the right to choose.
He always said he was a rough man—yet, he’s done so much for her.
He’s given enough.
And Hu Yu Ying truly wants to do something in return—to show Dragon Bro she can protect him too.
Their gazes lock. Dragon Bro can’t help but reach out, wanting to gently caress her small, earnest face. The thoughtful look in her eyes stirs his heart with tenderness.
Hu Yu Ying sees his hand approaching and voluntarily leans in closer.
Suddenly, a “Ding ding ding……” chimes from a video call reminder. Both halt their movements—Dragon Bro, lost in emotion, and Hu Yu Ying blushing.
Her eyelashes flutter as she peeks at him—so cute and shy—yet nervous.
He sighs softly, pulling his hand back, grabbing his phone.
Who is calling at a time like this? Now he just wants to see—
A glance at the contact name makes his smile bitter. “Old Man.”
His face falls into an exaggerated grimace, thinking, Great, just my luck. Who calls at this hour?
He can’t help but chuckle. Yeah, it’s his old man—probably calling from his “penguin chat” app — a program Dragon Bro helped set up for him.
He sneakily glances around, trying to avoid the audience—his old man’s voice is loud enough to scare the neighbors away.
“Old Man, I’m outside now,” he says casually.
“Are you out with friends?” his old man rambles on, voice dad-jokey and full of concern. The call is on speaker, so everything’s exaggerated—like the frame of a comedy sketch.
But then his next words turn the warmth back on—simple, genuine: “Son, take care of yourself out there. I’ll send you some cash later—the usual. Be nice to your classmates, huh?”
“Nah, I’ve got enough money,” Dragon Bro replies with a grin. “No need to keep coming back and forth. I learned how to transfer money on my phone now.”
That’s right—his old man’s probably typing around frantically, trying to figure out how to do mobile transfers, totally clueless but eager to keep up.
