Chapter 345: Did Bro Long Mess Up?
After a wild night of play, Hu Yu Ying still got up early—probably because she was used to being the responsible one. She looked at Li Qing Xue, who was snoozing soundly, wrapped around her waist like a adorable burrito, and Lin Wan Ning, curled up happily in her arms, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Yet, most of her gaze stayed on Lin Wan Ning.
She quietly leaned closer, sniffing that familiar body scent—still so soothing. Her eyes softened, turning increasingly complicated. She took a deep breath, got up, dressed, and went downstairs to buy breakfast for everyone. Setting the two plates on the table, she turned and left the guesthouse.
She hadn’t forgotten Bro Long said there was something he needed to tell her.
The morning was damp and icy cold, so Hu Yu Ying flagged a cab and quickly returned to the courtyard.
She unlocked the gate with her key silently, tiptoed inside the little house, and quietly pushed open the bedroom door.
On the bed, Dragon Brother—excuse me, Long Ao Tian—heard the door squeak, and sleepily blinked his eyes awake.
Seeing it was Little Girl, he sleepily reached out his hand, trying to snuggle into her arms: “You’re back, did you miss me?”
Hu Yu Ying watched Bro Long with amusement, gently stroking his hair: “Of course I missed you.”
Hearing this, Long Ao Tian grinned and pulled Hu Yu Ying onto the bed: “Your cold little body, let Bro Long warm you up.”
Pu! Hu Yu Ying couldn’t hold back a giggle—still half-asleep, she was already trying to take advantage of him with that grin.
But she still pulled back the blanket and sat up in the quilt.
She felt her feet being cradled in warm, soft hands, the heat quickly wrapping around her chilly toes—a feeling that made Hu Yu Ying relax completely.
“Bro Long, weren’t you supposed to tell me something when I came back?”
Hearing this, Hu Yu Ying distinctly sensed those soft, large hands stiffen for a moment.
At this point, Bro Long actually didn’t know what to say either.
He wanted to get up but was gently embraced by Little Girl. Her voice was tender: “Did Bro Long do something wrong?”
Thinking back to what Bro Long had said earlier—he had told her, “If Little Girl ever finds out Bro Long did something bad…”
He had also said, “Little Girl, you need to be a little greedy, squeeze me dry…”
Hearing this, Long Ao Tian became visibly agitated, clutching Little Girl’s waist tightly.
He couldn’t dare look into Hu Yu Ying’s eyes, afraid of her disappointment, and even more afraid that she’d ignore him.
Hu Yu Ying didn’t resist Bro Long’s hug either. She could feel his trembling arms holding her, and after a long moment, she gently asked, “Is it because of Lin Wan Ning?”
Her body scent was different from perfume.
Perfume leaves a residual smell on the body after contact.
But natural body scent was different. Unless in very close intimacy, it wouldn’t easily stick.
That faint fragrance she caught on Bro Long Wednesday, from smelling him, was the unique body scent after Lin Wan Ning had taken off her clothes last night.
Bro Long sat kneeling before Hu Yu Ying, nervously grasping her hands: “I’ve been meaning to tell you this but… I didn’t know how.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me directly? Did Bro Long want to confess to Ah Ying yesterday?”
“I discovered I couldn’t keep hiding it from you—I really couldn’t.” At this, he desperately pulled Little Girl into his arms: “Sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Was it Bro Long’s own choice?”
Long Ao Tian hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.
Lin Wan Ning gave everything—the world, her dignity—and abandoned it all, humble as dust. She couldn’t push her away…
“Liar.”
She was about to stand up.
“Don’t go,” Bro Long wanted to confess, fully expecting that Little Girl would get mad, but at this point, he simply couldn’t let go.
Only now did he realize how horrible and shameless he was—despite doing wrong, he refused to loosen his hold.
Seeing Bro Long’s bloodshot, slightly reddened eyes, desperately clutching her and begging her not to leave, Hu Yu Ying let out a gentle sigh.
“Can you scold me? Don’t ignore me…”
Her palm softly stroked Bro Long’s cheek. He was her Bro Long— that kind-hearted guy from the moment they first met.
He stood tall defending her when she was bullied.
He guided her to change little by little, grow little by little, transform little by little. He taught her so many things.
He poured out endless kindness and praise.
How wonderful he was.
From the first glance at this mature, lazy boy who somehow pulled her out of darkness, Hu Yu Ying knew—she didn’t deserve such sudden kindness. But when facing him, her heart ached with longing…
There was no denying she liked Bro Long.
Does Bro Long like her too? From everything that had happened before, to now clutching her so tightly he refused to let go, she could feel his pain and reluctance inside. He—liked her too.
Carefully wiping tears from his eyes, then gently patting his head, she continued.
Finished, she looked at Bro Long’s trembling hands still clutching hers, holding her waist tightly.
Gently struggling: “Bro Long, loosen up a bit.”
Bro Long just instinctively shook his head: “No, not loosening.”
Unable to do anything, Hu Yu Ying pulled out her phone and dialed Lin Wan Ning’s number right in front of Bro Long.
Quickly, the call was answered.
Hu Yu Ying’s tone was calm: “Come to the house.”
Then she hung up.
On the other side, Lin Wan Ning, still dazed, felt as if a bomb suddenly exploded inside her heart when Hu Yu Ying said that.
Her entire body instantly woke up — no more drowsiness.
Her complicated emotions swirled wildly. She curled up her knees, trembling involuntarily, tears silently slipping through her fingers, breaking her last bit of mental defense.
She dared not make a sound, quietly dressed, glancing at the two breakfast plates on the table, tears streaming down her hand.
Taking a deep breath, biting her lips fiercely, she tried not to cry anymore, but it only made her look so fragile and vulnerable.
She left the guesthouse, got into a taxi, and as the journey shortened and scenery grew familiar, her head stayed bowed, clutching her chest tightly.
She had thought about this day before—but when it really arrived, the pain in her heart was even worse than imagined…
The taxi finally stopped.
Lin Wan Ning gently wiped her tear-streaked face, stepped out of the cab.
Standing at the familiar alley entrance, she was confused for a long time, then quietly headed toward the courtyard…
