Chapter 1100: Things Have Gone Awry Ling Xiaoman watched Dan Dan's slightly solitary figure fade from view, and quietly sighed. A deep sense of compassion stirred within her gentle heart. How adorable a girl she was—yet burdened with responsibilities far beyond her years, all due to family circumstances. Was this the rule of the world? A cruel and relentless one indeed! Ling Xiaoman sighed deeply, then a warm, satisfied smile touched her lips. Even if fate were harsh and full of trials, what mattered was that so many people cared for Dan Dan—her parents and relatives, Lu Yun, Xiao Ying, herself, and her classmates and teachers at school. Perhaps that was enough. If she demanded more, perhaps it would be better to settle for what she had now. Dan Dan is reading at 138novel.com—her future looks promising! With light, graceful steps, Ling Xiaoman entered the courtyard, her laughter mingling with that of Lu Yun and Xiao Ying. Though this rustic courtyard was familiar to her, she felt an unexpected warmth and comfort—perhaps due to past moments of discomfort here—but now, with the people she knew, she suddenly felt at ease, able to set aside her lingering worries, breathe in the fresh air of the open fields, and savor a brief peace. Her mind and spirit were unexpectedly calm and serene. It had been a long time since she'd felt this way—since leaving home, since leaving behind the unfaithful one—this place had become her true sanctuary. A gentle breeze brushed past, causing the white silk of her long dress to flutter slightly, and the two slender, pale legs beneath it to sway gently. Ling Xiaoman's gaze settled on Lu Yun, who was now darting about the courtyard, trying to evade Xiao Ying, and her heart stirred with a sudden flutter. A soft blush then bloomed on her otherwise flawless, goddess-like face. "Ha ha! You've really caught me—what a feat! Now, I'll have you ride me like a horse!" Lu Yun laughed heartily and suddenly ran to Ling Xiaoman's back, giving Xiao Ying a playful grimace as she hurried after him. "You..." The words "riding a horse" stirred deep memories in Xiao Ying. Outside the small forest near the school, Lu Yun had once asked her to ride a horse—on that occasion, she had first opened her young heart to Lu Yun. And it was then, for the very first time, that her body, untouched by any man before, had nearly been penetrated by Lu Yun's firm member. Thus, Lu Yun's casual remark now awakened a blush-inducing memory. As she ran, Xiao Ying suddenly stopped, her expression complex as she glanced at Lu Yun, who was hidden behind Ling Xiaoman. She pouted slightly, and after a while, gave a soft, graceful huff: "I'm not listening to you anymore." Every gesture and tone exuded the grace of a youthful maiden. Hmm... Seeing Xiao Ying's expression, Lu Yun suddenly realized something and chuckled mischievously, joking, "Riding on a foreign horse, carrying a foreign sword—'gā jī gā jī'—that's just the way the troops go." "You... you still say that?" Xiao Ying blushed, feeling embarrassed and challenged in front of Xiao Man. How bold was it to openly mention her own words from that day? Xiao Ying's eyes sparkled with sudden inspiration. She glanced at Lu Yun and said with crisp confidence, "I'm not going to bother with you. I'm going to go with Xiao Man to watch TV in the living room." Then she stepped forward toward Ling Xiaoman, saying, "Xiao Man, let's just ignore him." Ling Xiaoman nodded with a smile. She could sense the subtle connection between Lu Yun and Xiao Ying, though with their current ages, she hadn't quite delved deeper into it—she only thought, wasn't this what people meant by "since childhood friends"? In a city filled with concrete and steel, weren't there fewer such pairs left? Ling Xiaoman approached Xiao Ying with a touch of excitement, and Lu Yun felt a bit frustrated—how could these two be so perfectly aligned? Though he had some irritation, he still followed Ling Xiaoman's lead, moving steadily toward Xiao Ying. "Xiaoman姐…" Xiao Ying reached Ling Xiaoman and angrily gestured toward the one hiding behind her, Lu Yun. "Can't catch me, can't catch me…" Lu Yun boasted proudly. During their chase in the courtyard, Lu Yun had nearly been caught several times by Xiao Ying—yet those were all carefully orchestrated by him. Every time Xiao Ying was about to grasp him, at the very moment of physical contact, Lu Yun would use his magical hands to gently pinch her proud chest. In countless dreams, Lu Yun had imagined holding her pair of graceful curves in his hands, savoring the exquisite sensation with his mouth. It's a beautiful aspiration, yet reality is always harsh. Time and again, Land Yun's efforts are choked off by a single sentence from Xiao Ying, and he manages only to secure a few petty advantages—his grasp of Xiao Ying's body remains utterly unfulfilled. For men, what remains out of reach is often the most precious. Land Yun is no exception. Take Ling Xiaoman, for instance—the graceful figure concealed beneath her snowy white gown—Land Yun has imagined it countless times. Yet even when he visualizes her form, he dares not take any further steps. The image of Ling Xiaoman as a goddess, pure and immaculate in spirit, leaves him utterly incapable of feeling any sense of awkwardness or intimacy. But now, gazing at Xiao Ying's youthful charm, Land Yun's younger brother suddenly lifts his head, his sturdy nature now deeply yearning for her body. Land Yun stands motionless, staring at Xiao Ying, and as his mind wanders, he finds himself vividly recalling the scene outside the school's forest that day—when he had nearly laid her out right there on the ground. A surge of warmth rose from within, making Lu Yun's excitement swell and build up to a boiling point. "Oh!" A sudden exclamation rang out as Ling Xiaoman, wearing high-heeled flats, accidentally stepped on a fragment of brick, causing her body to lurch sideways and stumble toward the ground. "Xiaoman姐!" Lu Yun and Xiao Ying both gasped in alarm. Lu Yun reacted instantly, without hesitation, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Ling Xiaoman just before she hit the ground. Both Lu Yun and Ling Xiaoman went rigid, as if petrified—no longer startled, but filled with disbelief, their expressions identical. "Xiaoman姐, are you all right?" Xiao Ying, slightly slower to react, only became concerned after Lu Yun had secured Ling Xiaoman, and then gently held her hand to ask. Yet, when Xiao Ying saw the expressions on Lu Yun and Ling Xiaoman's faces, she felt puzzled, casting a doubtful glance at Lu Yun, her eyes settling on his hands... Wow! What she saw was beyond her belief—Lu Yun's hands were tightly gripping Ling Xiaoman's stunning bust, his fingers tightly interlaced, leaving clear impressions on the two peaks of her chest. Trouble ahead!