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Song Qinghuan instantly put on a warm, graceful smile.
She opened a box of bird’s nest, took out a small bottle, inserted the straw, and handed it to Lin Mo. “Have some of this. It’s soothing for the throat and great for recovery. Especially beef—rich in protein and iron, very good for fracture healing.”
Lin Mo took the bottle, feeling its warmth in her palm.
She looked at the beautiful, thoughtful girl before her, gratitude filling her heart.
She clasped Song Qinghuan’s hand, her voice choked with emotion. “Qinghuan… thank you so much. You’ve gone to so much trouble for us—paying the medical bills, buying things… How can we ever repay you?”
“Auntie, please don’t say that.”
Song Qinghuan held Lin Mo’s hand back, her smile sincere, her tone earnest. “Shishi and I are… very good friends. Her matters are my matters, and you’re just like family. Isn’t it only right to do this for family?”
As she said this, her gaze drifted meaningfully toward Lin Shishi, who was blushing and looking down.
There was a mix of tenderness and possessiveness in her eyes—the intention all too clear.
Lin Mo smiled.
To be fair, her impression of Song Qinghuan was excellent.
Beautiful, generous, capable, and attentive to her daughter—though some of her ‘methods’ were a bit hard to understand—
But at a critical moment, she was truly reliable.
Compared to worrying that her daughter might be deceived by some dubious person, this outstanding girl before her actually put her more at ease.
Especially seeing how, when Lin Shishi was beside Song Qinghuan, she looked shy yet dependent and at ease—a sight the mother rarely saw.
Thinking this, a relieved smile spread across Lin Mo’s face.
She gently patted Song Qinghuan’s hand, then looked at Lin Shishi, her tone warm with a hint of emotion.
“Qinghuan, you really are a rare child. I don’t have any other expectations—I just hope Shishi can be safe and happy. Since you two… truly like each other and treat each other sincerely, then in the future… I’ll entrust this girl to your care. She can be a bit scatterbrained, timid, and introverted—please be patient with her.”
“Mom! What… what nonsense are you talking! I’m right here!”
Lin Shishi hadn’t expected her mother to suddenly say something so close to ‘entrusting’ her, and she was mortified.
The girl stamped her foot, reached out and gently pinched her mother’s uninjured arm, her voice flustered and shy.
Lin Mo just smiled and stroked her daughter’s soft twin tails, her eyes full of affection.
“A daughter can’t stay with her mother forever. You’re an adult now; it’s time to date. I used to keep an eye on you because I was afraid you were too young to judge people clearly and would be bullied. But I can see that Qinghuan is truly good to you. She’s gentle and considerate. I trust she won’t ever bully you.”
Upon hearing this, Song Qinghuan’s smile grew even sweeter and brighter.
She walked over to Lin Shishi and, copying Lin Mo’s gesture, affectionately ruffled the girl’s twin tails.
She looked at Lin Mo and promised, “Auntie, don’t worry. I definitely won’t ‘actively’ bully her.”
She deliberately stressed the word ‘actively.’
Then she turned her head and looked at Lin Shishi, who seemed about to steam from embarrassment. A wicked, knowing curve played at the corner of her lips, and she added slowly,
“Unless… she herself ‘likes’ being bullied. Right, Shishi?”
“‘Likes being bullied’?” Lin Mo was amused by the phrase.
She looked at her daughter, whose ears were bright red, and suddenly recalled something.
Her eyes became knowing, carrying a hint of helpless indulgence.
“But speaking of which… this child does have some ‘little secrets’ and ‘little hobbies’ of her own. Since you two are together, in time you’ll probably… come to know them.”
She said this euphemistically, but the meaning was clear.
“Mom—! What are you babbling about again!” Lin Shishi felt like she might actually cry this time.
Her voice was thick with shame and pleading.
She never expected her mother to hint at her unusual orientation in front of Song Qinghuan like this.
It was ten thousand times more embarrassing than saying it outright.
So it was that Lin Mo, as a mother, had more or less picked up on Lin Shishi’s secret craving for submission and her experiences purchasing certain items.
A mother knows her daughter best.
A person’s inherent preferences, no matter how deeply hidden, always show through in the details of daily life—in occasional flickers of the eyes and special reactions.
What’s more, when Lin Shishi lived in the dormitories with limited space, she sometimes secretly hid things in corners of the room.
How could Lin Mo, while cleaning, possibly not find them?
But out of respect for her daughter’s privacy, Lin Mo never exposed her.
She only occasionally, when feeling her daughter might hurt herself, would gently hint at it.
Like saying, “Take care of your body.”
And each time, Lin Shishi’s reaction was extremely intense.
Her face would instantly turn as red as dripping blood, her eyes would dart away, and she would wish she could find a hole to crawl into.
Then, for a long time afterward, certain items would mysteriously disappear—thrown away or hidden deeper.
This reaction only confirmed Lin Mo’s suspicions.
Now, bringing up the old topic again, though said subtly, to Lin Shishi it was no different from a public execution.
Seeing her daughter about to shrink into a ball from shame, Lin Mo knew it was time to stop. She smiled and smoothed things over.
“Alright, alright. In short, I’m very satisfied with you two. Qinghuan is a good child. I’m at ease entrusting Shishi to you.”
Having said that, a tired look appeared on her face.
After all, she had been injured and lost blood, and talking so much had drained her energy.
Song Qinghuan keenly sensed Lin Mo’s fatigue and Lin Shishi’s extreme embarrassment.
At the right moment, she gently pinched Lin Shishi’s burning earlobe and whispered,
“Auntie is tired. Let her rest. We… can go over there and talk.”
She pointed to the small balcony outside the ward.
Lin Mo nodded and closed her eyes; soon her breathing became even.
Song Qinghuan took Lin Shishi’s still-hot little hand and led her quietly out of the ward.
They arrived at the small balcony connected to the corridor, used for patients to get fresh air.
It was quiet here at night, with only the neon lights of the distant city faintly illuminating the space.
The balcony was small. The night breeze was cool, stirring their hair and skirts.
Song Qinghuan pressed Lin Shishi against the cold railing.
Behind her was the night sky; before her was Song Qinghuan’s beautiful face, carrying a teasing smile.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Lin Shishi’s heart pounded like a drum; she dared not meet Song Qinghuan’s eyes.
“What am I doing?” Song Qinghuan laughed softly.
Her fingers traced Lin Shishi’s cheek, the tips slightly cool, yet igniting an even hotter heat.
“Isn’t this what you like? The more likely it is that someone might find us, the more you’re treated like this, the more you feel it… right, my adorable little burn—”
Her voice dropped extremely low, husky and magnetic.
It seeped thread by thread into Lin Shishi’s ears, teasing her nerves.
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