Chapter 25: A Morning by the Sea

Lin Shishi returned, carefully carrying the water cup, and gently offered it to Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan took a sip of water, then placed the cup on the low table.

She patted the space beside her, inviting, “Sit closer.”

Lin Shishi obediently took a seat, yet she maintained a slight distance from Song Qinghuan.

The sofa was incredibly soft, and as she settled in, her body gently sank into its plush depths. The curve of her youthful figure created a subtle indentation on the cushions.

Song Qinghuan then reached out, encircling Lin Shishi’s waist, and drew her gently into her embrace.

Lin Shishi’s body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed, leaning into Song Qinghuan’s arms.

Her head rested on Song Qinghuan’s shoulder, the ends of her twin ponytails brushing against Song Qinghuan’s arm.

“Do you know why I rented this house?” Song Qinghuan inquired, her fingers lightly caressing Lin Shishi’s waist.

Lin Shishi shook her head.

“Because here, I can do whatever I desire with you.”

Song Qinghuan lowered her voice, her lips almost touching Lin Shishi’s ear. “No one will disturb us, no one will ever know. You can laugh freely, cry unreservedly, and I—”

She paused deliberately. “And I can fully indulge in my little darling.”

****

The night deepened.

Song Qinghuan let out a yawn.

She then urged Lin Shishi to wash up so they could rest together.

Lin Shishi’s heart pounded wildly.

This was her first time sharing a bed with Song Qinghuan.

Lin Shishi lay on her side, feeling Song Qinghuan’s steady breathing behind her.

****

As dawn broke, the two young women awoke and drew open the curtains.

A striking sunrise emerged from the east.

Before them lay the magnificent vista of the sea.

“Look, isn’t it beautiful!” Song Qinghuan smiled.

Lin Shishi opened her still-sleepy eyes.

Despite her exhaustion from the previous day, the sight of the sunrise instantly filled her with joy. “It’s so pretty!”

The young woman knelt by the windowsill like a small rabbit, gazing silently at the distant horizon.

She wore a pale pink nightgown chosen by Song Qinghuan, revealing a pair of long, slender legs.

Meanwhile, Song Qinghuan leaned over her from behind.

Song Qinghuan’s hand intertwined with Lin Shishi’s, her fingers completely enveloping Lin Shishi’s in a possessive gesture.

The two young women simply watched the sea in silence.

The room was quiet, save for their soft breaths and the faint, distant sound of crashing waves.

Song Qinghuan’s lips brushed against Lin Shishi’s ear, her warm breath caressing her earlobe. “Shishi.”

“Hm?” Lin Shishi responded softly, her sensitive earlobe turning a delicate red.

“You know, you look especially alluring in the morning,” Song Qinghuan’s voice was exceptionally sensual.

Lin Shishi’s cheeks immediately flushed, and her body trembled slightly.

A satisfied Song Qinghuan finally released her hand and smiled. “Alright, alright, I won’t tease you anymore. We have class this morning. Come on, let’s wash up and have breakfast together.”

Lin Shishi hummed in agreement, nodding, her legs still feeling a little weak.

Song Qinghuan helped her stand, her fingers naturally sliding to Lin Shishi’s buttocks, giving a gentle pat. “Stand steady, my little darling.”

The two young women then went to the bathroom together.

This time, however, Song Qinghuan asked Lin Shishi to brush her teeth, while she, in turn, brushed Lin Shishi’s.

The bathroom mirror was fogged with steam.

Lin Shishi held the pink toothbrush, her hand trembling slightly.

Song Qinghuan’s lips were exquisitely beautiful—full-bodied and a healthy, rosy color. They were slightly parted now, revealing perfectly white teeth.

“Begin,” Song Qinghuan mumbled, her eyes fixed on Lin Shishi.

Lin Shishi carefully began her task.

The toothbrush gently swept over Song Qinghuan’s teeth, and she could feel the other woman’s warm breath on her fingers.

The angle required her to tilt her head back.

At that moment, Song Qinghuan’s hand settled on her waist, while her other hand began to brush Lin Shishi’s teeth.

“Open wider,” Song Qinghuan murmured.

Lin Shishi obediently opened her mouth wider.

Song Qinghuan’s movements were far more practiced than hers; the toothbrush meticulously cleaned each tooth, her fingertips occasionally brushing Lin Shishi’s lips.

As they brushed, both their movements gradually slowed.

The steam on the mirror condensed into droplets and slid down, faintly reflecting two closely intertwined figures.

Suddenly, Song Qinghuan withdrew the toothbrush, leaned in, and kissed her.

The kiss carried the cool minty flavor of toothpaste, both refreshing and ardent.

Lin Shishi’s hand, still holding the toothbrush, fell helplessly to her side.

After a long moment, Song Qinghuan finally released her.

Song Qinghuan chuckled softly, “The teeth aren’t perfectly brushed, but the mood is certainly set.”

Lin Shishi’s cheeks were crimson, her eyes glistening, not daring to look at her reflection in the mirror.

After brushing their teeth and washing their faces, they applied some light makeup.

Song Qinghuan sat on the edge of the bed, patting her lap. “Come here, I’ll help you tie your hair.”

Lin Shishi docilely walked over and sat on Song Qinghuan’s lap, her back to her.

This position nestled her completely into Song Qinghuan’s embrace. She could feel Song Qinghuan’s chin resting on her head and the nimble hands arranging her long hair.

Song Qinghuan carefully divided Lin Shishi’s long hair into two sections, braiding them into twin ponytails.

Her touch was incredibly gentle.

Once finished, Song Qinghuan took out the white hair tie—one she had specially bought, adorned with lace, perfectly complementing Lin Shishi’s pure demeanor.

“Turn around, let me see,” Song Qinghuan said.

Lin Shishi turned, sitting face-to-face on Song Qinghuan’s lap.

Song Qinghuan admired her with satisfaction, her fingers gently tugging at the ponytails. “Truly beautiful.”

As she spoke, her hand slid to Lin Shishi’s face, her thumb caressing the lips that had just been tinted with lipstick. The pale pink hue made Lin Shishi’s skin appear even more luminous.

Song Qinghuan’s gaze darkened. She suddenly leaned in and gently nipped Lin Shishi’s lower lip.

“Master… my lipstick…” Lin Shishi protested softly.

“I want to smudge it,” Song Qinghuan chuckled.

After smudging the lipstick, Song Qinghuan reapplied it for the beauty, then her fingertips lightly traced the young woman’s lips. “I’ll save this for later tonight—”