Chapter 392: Our Story Begins
“Don’t go.” Dragon Brother sat firmly hugging Hu Yu Ying’s waist, his thick face glued right onto her back, refusing to let her leave.
Hu Yu Ying held her pajamas in one hand and helplessly patted Dragon Bro’s clingy arm with the other. “Brother Long, be good. Tonight I’ll sleep alone, and tomorrow I won’t come back.”
“It’s been three days! Three days straight you haven’t come back to sleep. Are you trying to leave me alone in an empty house at such a young age?” he whined.
“Haha, Brother Long, you’re talking nonsense. Last night, I sneaked back to keep you company, didn’t I?” Hu Yu Ying’s little face flushed; she had secretly returned to stay with him just last night, only a day apart—how could he blow it up like that?
And looking at him now, with his pitiful expression, she felt guilty—as if she had betrayed him completely…
“Hurry up and loosen up. Qing Xue and Wan Ning are waiting for me.” she urged.
No matter what Hu Yu Ying said, Dragon Bro was like a stubborn plaster—sticking tight, refusing to loosen his grip.
Finally, Hu Yu Ying let out a resigned sigh, turned to face him, and gently cupped Dragon Bro’s thick face with her small hands. She leaned in and placed a light kiss on his lips. “Is that okay?”
Dragon Bro wanted to laugh but forced himself to keep talking. “Little girl, you’ve changed. You used to cling to me all the time. Now that you’ve got what you wanted, you don’t seem to cherish it anymore, huh?”
Hu Yu Ying rolled her eyes at him. The more time she spent with Dragon Bro, the clearer she saw how absurd his thick skin was.
Don’t be fooled by his current pitiful act and tears; inside, he just wants more benefits. Such a greedy Dragon Bro.
With a soft sigh, Hu Yu Ying gave him another big kiss.
Feeling his eager demands, Hu Yu Ying gently pushed twice, not pushing him away—guess she could only let him have his way.
Just as her clothes were being pulled up, suddenly her phone buzzed.
When she heard the ringtone, Hu Yu Ying’s previously dazed eyes snapped awake.
Suppressing her reddening lips from the kiss and a little annoyed at the insatiable Brother Long, she shot him a glare and answered the call: “Qing Xue is calling.”
She took the phone, pecked a quick kiss on Dragon Bro’s cheek like a babysitter soothing a child, and with repeated reassurance, headed toward Wan Ning and Qing Xue’s room.
As she pushed open the door,
She saw Qing Xue and Wan Ning already lying on the bed, with a spot reserved for her right in the middle.
“Welcome, older sister,” Wan Ning said happily as she pulled back the blanket, inviting Hu Yu Ying to come snuggle into the warmest part.
Watching the two, Hu Yu Ying quickly changed her clothes into pajamas and jumped onto the bed.
“Why is it taking so long, sister? We’re about to fall asleep.” Wan Ning pouted, wrapping her slender arms around Hu Yu Ying’s waist.
“Yeah, hurry up, or we really will doze off,” Qing Xue yawned deliberately.
Hu Yu Ying lightly poked their foreheads. “Are you two night owls sleeping so early?”
The two giggled: “I guessed it! Brother is sticking to you, not letting you come here, right?”
“Exactly, that’s why I called you,” Hu Yu Ying said smugly.
She nodded. Without Qing Xue’s call, she’d probably be eaten out by Dragon Bro again—his eagerness knowing no bounds.
Then she looked at Wan Ning. “Wan Ning, what are you looking at?”
“I recently found a really good novel. Do you want to read it, sister?”
Qing Xue snorted softly. “Didn’t I tell you guys? I used to write novels too, you know?”
Wan Ning looked surprised. “You wrote? Show me! Our big literary master Qing Xue, what kind of stories do you write?”
She just wanted to show off a little, but now, hearing such praise, Qing Xue’s small face blushed even more.
Especially seeing Hu Yu Ying looking at her too, her blush deepened.
“It’s just that I used to read novels too—sometimes I’d get so absorbed, I’d jot down stuff in notebooks. But I didn’t bring mine.”
Wan Ning pinched Qing Xue’s blushing cheek. “What if we three wrote a book—an epic fantasy autobiography? Would anyone read it?”
Hearing this, Qing Xue lit up with tiny surprise. Their first meeting with Dragon Bro was basically a textbook romance—like a story from a novel.
By the riverside, a rebellious boy flaunting his youth, a sad girl with a heavy heart…
“I think we should try,” Qing Xue suggested softly.
“Older sister, what do you think?” the two looked at Hu Yu Ying with eager, excited eyes.
“Our life experiences?”
“Yeah, I think sister’s story could really become a novel—writing about the beautiful and the regretful, every moment on the journey, how they changed over time…”
Qing Xue’s words took Hu Yu Ying back to memories past.
“Beauty, regrets, every step taken, changing along the way…”
She whispered softly, these feelings blending into a smile on her lips.
“How should we write it?” Hu Yu Ying, mostly living a life of studying and hanging around Brother Long, wasn’t very familiar with this stuff.
Wan Ning placed her phone in front of Hu Yu Ying. “Sister, look! This is a novel app. We just click ‘become an author,’ create a book, and start writing. When we hit twenty thousand words, maybe we can even sign a contract—then lots of people will see our story.”
“Will you girls write too?” Hu Yu Ying asked.
“Anyway, my story’s not long, but it’s full of beautiful moments. I want to try.” Qing Xue whispered.
“Me too. Maybe this story won’t be all sunshine, but right now, I feel pretty good…” Wan Ning said, her head gently leaning on Hu Yu Ying’s shoulder.
Hu Yu Ying gently brushed her cheek against Wan Ning’s hair. “What should I call my story? Starting from being a sidekick as a kid?”
Two lively, confident kids, smiling brightly but with sketchy reputations.
One bold, love-laughing big brother.
One gloomy, timid girl often bullied.
Two vivid characters flickered in Hu Yu Ying’s mind.
“Should we give it a try?” she asked softly.
The three looked at each other and simultaneously pulled out their phones to download the app.
“I’ll call mine Sweet and Sour Li Jie.”
“And I’ll name mine Ling Xue Yu Hua Nian.”
They looked at Hu Yu Ying: “What about you, sister?”
“I’m still thinking… Maybe ‘Gu Yue’?” she proposed.
“Ugh, that sounds lame. How about ‘Gu Yue Ying Er’?” suggested Wan Ning.
“That’s a nice name—Wan Ning definitely picked it.”
They all clicked Confirm.
“Our story begins…”
