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Join the ServerThe girl immediately stood up.
But because she was wearing high heels and a short skirt, she moved with some caution.
She reached out, steadily supporting Song Qinghuan’s arm, helping her up from the bed.
Lin Shishi guided Song Qinghuan to the bathroom.
She squeezed out toothpaste for her, poured warm water, then quietly stood to the side.
While Song Qinghuan brushed her teeth, she watched their two figures in the mirror—one standing, one sitting.
Her heart swelled with a strange sense of fulfillment.
After washing up, Song Qinghuan also sat in front of the dressing table.
She did not choose overly heavy makeup.
Just lightly swept her eyebrows and applied a touch of lipstick, and already she radiated brilliance.
Then, she changed out of her nightgown and put on an off-white fitted long dress.
Instantly, Song Qinghuan transformed from a languid, homebody queen into an elegant, beautiful, and strikingly charismatic tall goddess.
She turned around and extended her hand to Lin Shishi, who had been staring dumbfounded.
A familiar smile curled at the corner of her lips, one filled with control and affection.
She turned to look at Lin Shishi, a smile spreading in her eyes, and reached out to take her soft little hand.
“Come on, my little cutie—”
Song Qinghuan’s voice was gentle, yet carried a teasing tone that brooked no refusal. “Time to go out with your owner.”
Lin Shishi looked at her obediently.
Shyness and submission mingled, causing the tips of her ears to turn slightly red.
“You’re so adorable. I absolutely adore you.”
Song Qinghuan’s heart raced wildly.
She wanted nothing more than to push Lin Shishi down on the sofa right then.
Press her down on that soft body, kiss her pink lips.
But time was tight—there were classes in the morning.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the surging desire.
She just gently scratched Lin Shishi’s palm with her fingertip.
They linked arms and went downstairs.
Morning sunlight spilled over the streets, a gentle breeze brushing past.
They had breakfast at a small street-side shop and then entered the subway.
The carriage wasn’t crowded.
Song Qinghuan let Lin Shishi sit by the window, standing in front of her herself.
Her arm rested on the back of the seat, forming a protective barrier.
When they arrived, they flowed out of the subway exit with the crowd, and the campus gate was right before them.
Just then, they ran into Dai Canglan.
Dai Canglan’s right hand almost involuntarily reached out toward Lin Shishi.
But as soon as her hand was halfway extended, Lin Shishi gently caught it and shook it off.
Song Qinghuan’s eyes sharpened. She immediately stepped forward and pushed Dai Canglan away.
“Where are your hands going, single dog?” Her voice turned cold. Then she looked at Lin Shishi, a smile returning to her eyes, and gave a thumbs up.
“Not bad. My little cutie has finally learned to resist.”
Dai Canglan steadied herself and snorted. “By the way, could you ask my cousin to dress a little more conservatively? She’s still a respectable—”
“How dare you—” Song Qinghuan immediately made a slapping gesture.
Lin Shishi bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. She raised her index finger to her lips, making a “shush” gesture.
“Pu… public little pet,” Dai Canglan corrected herself awkwardly.
“I’m not a public little pet. I’m Qinghuan-jie’s private little pet—” Lin Shishi corrected softly, her face red.
Song Qinghuan burst out laughing and couldn’t help but give Lin Shishi another thumbs up. Then she said to Dai Canglan, “But let me make one thing clear: I didn’t force her to dress like this. Today my little cutie chose it herself. If you don’t believe me, ask her.”
Dai Canglan looked at Lin Shishi. “Shishi-meimei, is she telling the truth?”
Lin Shishi lowered her head, fingers twisting the hem of her skirt, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum. “I… I wanted to wear this myself…”
“But isn’t this too… slutty?”
Dai Canglan frowned.
Lin Shishi covered her face with both hands.
“What nonsense? How can you call it slutty?”
Song Qinghuan put her arm around Lin Shishi’s shoulder. “This is youthful vitality! Dai Canglan, you’re only nineteen, how can you be so old-fashioned? In comparison, the Queen is way more open-minded than you.”
Dai Canglan’s ear twitched. “The Queen is open-minded? How do you know? Did she tell you something?”
Song Qinghuan gave a sly smile, the corners of her eyes lifting. “Hehe, that’s a little secret between the Queen and me, no comment~”
She leaned in closer.
“And I can tell you, my future status might not be lower than yours—after all, I am Shishi’s husband.”
Dai Canglan gritted her teeth and forced out between them, “Tsk, truly a flower stuck on a—”
“Stuck on what?” Song Qinghuan glared.
“A pile of cow dung!!!” Dai Canglan glared back.
Song Qinghuan snorted coldly and lifted her chin.
“Why don’t you look in the mirror and see which of us is prettier and which is uglier?”
In fact, Song Qinghuan was indeed more beautiful.
She was the type of elegant yet unrestrained.
Her features were bright and beautiful, her skin fair, her neck slender, her figure well-proportioned and curvaceous.
Especially her eyes—they curved like crescent moons when she smiled, and carried a lazy allure when she didn’t.
As for Dai Canglan, though she was also pretty, when it came to the delicacy of her features and the striking quality of her temperament, Song Qinghuan still had the upper hand.
Dai Canglan was left speechless.
Lin Shishi frowned slightly and spoke softly, “Canglan-jie, don’t argue with Qinghuan-jie… you can’t win against her.”
Dai Canglan glared at her. “Shishi, remember we’re family. You should be on my side.”
“Can family be closer than a husband? Can they be closer than an owner?”
Song Qinghuan laughed out loud, pulling Lin Shishi closer into her embrace.
“From head to toe—from this little mouth, to the chest, to the waist, to the butt, and to every single toe—everything belongs to me. My will is her will. Do you think she could possibly side with you?”
Dai Canglan’s chest heaved; she almost screamed.
But she had to admit that she couldn’t do anything about this pair of live wires.
In the end, she could only glare fiercely at them, speed up her pace, and head toward the teaching building without looking back.
As she walked, she cursed in her heart, “Ungrateful little cutie… dressing like that for others to see.”
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She silently resolved to find a more beautiful girlfriend as soon as possible, so she could forget Lin Shishi.
But on second thought, thinking of Lin Shishi’s pure yet alluring face, her youthful and sexy figure, it would probably be hard to find a girl in this world who could match her.
Dai Canglan was suddenly overcome with a sense of confusion and helplessness.
In fact, Lin Shishi’s outfit today had indeed caused quite a stir on campus.
The girls passing by couldn’t help but let their gazes linger on her.
That pure yet seductive aura was truly rare—a childish face, innocent eyes, paired with a figure-hugging dress, a garter strap biting into her snow-white thigh, each step swaying with youthful temptation.
Anyone who liked girls would hardly be able to resist being drawn to her.
Even Song Qinghuan, who stood beside her and was equally beautiful, seemed a little overshadowed in that moment.
But Song Qinghuan didn’t mind. Instead, her heart overflowed with satisfaction and pride.
Because Lin Shishi was hers—her little pet, her possession.
Every gaze and every compliment attracted by Lin Shishi felt to Song Qinghuan as if it were praise for herself.
This beautiful little cutie belonged to her from head to toe, she could touch and possess her as she pleased.
What could be more pleasurable than that?
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