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Join the ServerLin Shishi curled up peacefully in Song Qinghuan’s arms, like a cat relying on its owner.
The sunlight outside the hospital was a bit glaring. Song Qinghuan squinted, walked to the roadside, and hailed a taxi.
When the female driver saw this, her gaze swept over Song Qinghuan and the “quilt roll” in her arms, a knowing and ambiguous smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
Song Qinghuan paid it no mind. Lin Shishi seemed used to it as well, even gently rubbing against Song Qinghuan’s full chest under the quilt.
Song Qinghuan immediately shot the little vixen a sharp glare that said, “I’ll chop off your paws.”
The little vixen instantly pretended to be half-dead, blushing and panting, playing the victim perfectly.
Song Qinghuan: “…”
Too damn seductive.
She felt that this little vixen would eventually burn herself to death.
After all… Heaven may forgive arson, but self-immolation is unforgivable…
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They slipped into the back seat of the car.
Song Qinghuan let Lin Shishi lean against her, her hand naturally encircling her waist, feeling the slender curve even through the quilt.
The car drove smoothly, soon delivering the two girls to the hotel.
Song Qinghuan carried Lin Shishi all the way to the room, her feet occasionally peeking out from under the quilt, drawing stares from passersby. But Lin Shishi didn’t notice, or simply didn’t care.
Once inside the room, Song Qinghuan gently placed her on the bed.
“Alright, put on your clothes. We’ll go out for a meal,” Song Qinghuan said, turning to grab her bag.
Lin Shishi emerged from the quilt, her black hair slightly disheveled.
She sat on the edge of the bed, legs together and tilted to the side, her bare feet pressing against the dark carpet, the contrast striking.
The little vixen looked up at Song Qinghuan’s back as she rummaged, her gaze full of dependence.
“Found it!” Song Qinghuan laughed out loud.
It turned out her mysterious bag actually contained a small ankle bell—a silver bell tied to a thin red string, delicate and adorable.
Song Qinghuan walked back with the bell, crouched down, and took hold of Lin Shishi’s left ankle.
The ankle was bony and slender, her skin smooth and cool to the touch.
Song Qinghuan carefully tied the red string around it, adjusting the tightness, her fingertips occasionally brushing across the delicate skin of her instep.
The bell hung at the side of her ankle, letting out a soft jingle with every slight movement.
“Does it fit?” Song Qinghuan asked.
Lin Shishi gently moved her foot, and the bell let out a “ding.”
“Mm,” the little vixen nodded, her face flushing again.
“Don’t forget the one around your neck,” Song Qinghuan added, pulling out another collar—also a red string with a silver bell.
She stood up and leaned in close to Lin Shishi.
The girl obediently tilted her head back, exposing her long, fragile neck, her throat moving slightly.
Song Qinghuan put the collar on, her fingers inevitably brushing against her collarbone and the skin of her neck.
Once it was on, the bell hung perfectly between her delicate collarbones, rising and falling with her breath.
“Mistress… can I skip the high heels today? After all, I just got better from being sick.”
Lin Shishi pleaded, her fingers unconsciously twisting the bedsheet, her moist eyes looking up at Song Qinghuan, full of coaxing.
Song Qinghuan chuckled and immediately agreed, “Permission granted for today.”
The little vixen happily hugged her thigh, rubbed her cheek against her lower belly, and then planted a few light kisses on her leg.
“Little pet thanks its owner,” Lin Shishi’s voice was soft and nasal.
Song Qinghuan smiled, thinking to herself, ‘This is too obedient.’
She reached out and ruffled Lin Shishi’s hair, then took out the prepared clothes from the suitcase.
She let the girl keep the ankle bell on, and then put on a pair of clean white socks and simple leather shoes.
The socks covered her beautiful feet, leaving only the ankle and the tied red string bell exposed.
Then came the dress—a light pink fitted short dress, soft fabric that nicely outlined Lin Shishi’s body curves.
The neckline wasn’t high, revealing her pretty collarbone and the bell around her neck. The waist was cinched, and the hem ended just above mid-thigh, making the girl’s legs look even longer and straighter.
After the little vixen got dressed, Song Qinghuan took a look. Though her chest wasn’t very full, the curves were graceful, looking especially tempting in the tailored fit. Her hips were wrapped in the fabric, curving into a nice shape.
Song Qinghuan herself changed into an off-white long dress, simpler and more elegant in style, accentuating her tall figure and graceful temperament.
The two stood in front of the mirror, like a pair of carefully matched dolls.
After getting ready, the two girls arm in arm went downstairs.
Since the hotel restaurant’s food didn’t suit their taste, they decided to head out.
Outside was a bustling food street, with colorful signs flashing and the aroma of food mingling with the crowd’s noise.
At Lin Shishi’s suggestion, they chose a clean and cozy claypot rice restaurant.
The place wasn’t big, but it had many customers, almost all young girls.
When they entered, the little vixen’s ankle bell jingled, drawing the attention of a few tables.
She didn’t care at all; instead, she flashed a sweet smile, as if trying to charm those girls.
Song Qinghuan chose a seat by the window.
She picked up the menu, and each girl ordered her favorite claypot rice—Song Qinghuan ordered spare ribs rice, while Lin Shishi ordered mixed rice.
While waiting for the food, Song Qinghuan, bored, started playing with Lin Shishi’s fingers.
The girl’s hands were small, fingers slender and fair.
To be fair, Song Qinghuan had originally fallen for this cute little vixen largely because she liked her fair and clean little hands.
Because Song was a pure hand connoisseur.
Of course… she also liked feet.
But feet… seemed vulgar.
While hands… seemed elegant.
Lin Shishi let her fiddle, occasionally using her fingertips to lightly scratch her palm.
When the food arrived, Song Qinghuan, with infinite indulgence, fed Lin Shishi spoonful by spoonful.
She scooped up a spoonful of rice, gently blew on it to cool it, then brought it to Lin Shishi’s lips.
Lin Shishi opened her mouth to take it, chewed slowly, her throat moving slightly as she swallowed, and the bell on her neck jingled softly.
She enjoyed being fed in this atmosphere. With every bite, she would lift her face and give Song Qinghuan a sweet smile, softly saying, “Thank you, mistress.”
When she said “Thank you, mistress” the first time, her voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear enough, sending an indescribable comfort spreading from Song Qinghuan’s heart.
“Little pet seems more and more well-behaved. At least you have less of that reserved attitude from before, more obedience. Even with outsiders around, you don’t seem to care anymore,” Song Qinghuan teased, feeding her another spoonful.
Lin Shishi just smiled sweetly. “Reserved? Can you eat that? Ah-m—” she said, swallowing the mixed rice the elder girl had offered.
Song Qinghuan laughed again.
Meeting such a cute little vixen, she couldn’t help but want to reach out and play a few… rounds of cards…
Cards… can’t go a day without them.
Without them, the little vixen would lose all shame…
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