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Join the ServerA few young girls were still blow-drying their hair and applying skincare products.
The faint jingling of bells rang out.
It matched Lin Shishi’s even more alluring outfit.
Cute twin tails, a blushing face, and a body that was accentuated rather than hidden by the white dress.
Especially her slender legs, strappy sandals, and the bells on her ankles—immediately, all eyes were on her.
The other girls exchanged glances and smiled.
Then whispers floated over.
“Wow… she’s dressed really seductively—”
“That girl with the twin tails is so cute. Such a thin waist, such straight legs, and such a perky butt.”
“Pure and sexy at the same time. If I were her girlfriend, I couldn’t resist teasing her every day.”
“More than teasing—look at that little red mark on her neck.”
“Tsk, if I were that tall beauty, I’d pin her against the wall and really…”
The rest was too quiet to hear, but the meaning was clear.
Lin Shishi’s ears turned bright red. She hung her head, wanting to bury her face in Song Qinghuan’s chest.
Song Qinghuan, however, remained perfectly at ease, even a little proud. She wrapped an arm around Lin Shishi’s waist and strode out of the public bathhouse with her head held high.
The night was deep. Dim yellow streetlights lit the courtyard outside the hospital’s inpatient building.
Song Qinghuan led Lin Shishi to a relatively secluded bench in a corner of the courtyard.
Trees shaded the spot, and the light was dim, but occasionally medical staff or patient family members hurried past.
“Qinghuan… why are we here?” Lin Shishi asked softly.
The cool night breeze raised goosebumps on her bare arms and legs.
“Call me ‘Master.'”
Song Qinghuan stopped abruptly and turned. Her expression in the shadows looked a bit stern.
Lin Shishi flinched and obediently changed her address.
“M… Master, what are we going to do?”
“Let off some steam, get some fresh air, and give you a change of scenery.”
Song Qinghuan’s tone softened. She pulled Lin Shishi down to sit on the bench.
“After smelling disinfectant all day in the hospital, don’t you feel stuffy? Besides…”
She tilted her head and gently brushed a finger across Lin Shishi’s cheek.
“My little pet looks like she needs some fresh air. Crying and screaming just now… pfft—Master didn’t hurt you, did she?”
Lin Shishi’s face flushed instantly.
*Bad dog master…*
*Just now… spanking… biting… not letting me make a sound…*
*But thinking about it now… it was actually sweet.*
Sitting on the bench, the night breeze dispelled some of the ward’s oppression, but it also brought deeper unease.
“Come on, sit on my lap.”
Song Qinghuan suddenly patted her own thighs, which she had pressed together.
“But… people might walk by…” Lin Shishi looked around nervously.
“What’s there to be afraid of?”
Song Qinghuan raised an eyebrow. She reached out, wrapped her arm around Lin Shishi’s waist, and with a slight pull, lifted the light girl onto her lap, making her sit sideways.
“If people see, they see. Let them be jealous of such a cute little fairy. This is your master’s order…”
She leaned close to Lin Shishi’s burning ear and lowered her voice with a sweet threat.
“You don’t want your little secrets and your… nicknames to be known by others, do you? For example… that you actually love being held by me like this, being touched by me, even… in class, my little moves make you…”
“Master! Don’t say any more…”
Lin Shishi was mortified, but her body softened because of Song Qinghuan’s words and the warmth of their closeness. She obediently stayed on her lap.
This position made her a little taller than Song Qinghuan, so she had to look down at her.
Song Qinghuan’s arm circled her waist, her hand naturally resting on her hip. Through the fabric of the skirt, Lin Shishi could feel the warmth and strength of her palm.
But that wasn’t all.
“Master!…”
Lin Shishi’s body stiffened suddenly.
“Good baby?”
Song Qinghuan looked up at her. The light from the streetlamp danced in her deep eyes, full of mischief.
“W… wait… it’s going to rain…”
“Oh? Isn’t that perfect? A walk in the rain—how cozy—”
Song Qinghuan laughed.
“But… what if it pours?”
“Then I’ll carry you back—pfft—’Raindrops are so sweet,’ huh?”
But… there was no rain that night.
People had rain, but the sky didn’t.
The two girls sat silently embracing on the bench in the night.
Lin Shishi was limp, leaning in Song Qinghuan’s arms, her head resting on her shoulder, breathing slightly heavily.
Song Qinghuan held her with one hand and absently stroked her back with the other, like comforting a frightened kitten.
The evening breeze blew, lifting the hem of Lin Shishi’s skirt, revealing a ring of pale thigh. The bells on her ankle occasionally tinkled.
Everyone who passed by turned to look.
A nurse covered her mouth and chuckled. Patients’ relatives cast curious or knowing glances. Two young female interns even stopped for a longer look, whispering about “what a perfect couple,” “so pleasant to the eyes,” “that short one has beautiful legs,” and so on.
Song Qinghuan acted as if she saw nothing, even seeming to enjoy the feeling of showing off her “possession.”
Lin Shishi was mortified at first, burying her face deeper into the crook of Song Qinghuan’s neck. But gradually, a “what the hell” kind of resignation welled up inside her.
From the moment she agreed to wear these clothes, from the moment she tacitly allowed Song Qinghuan to bully her in public, any so-called “face” had long been thrown to the winds.
Once she crossed that line, she found that many embarrassments really became easier to bear.
As the saying goes: When you have no shame, you’re invincible under heaven.
Of course, her “shamelessness” was reserved exclusively for Song Qinghuan.
After a while, the night wind grew colder. Lin Shishi couldn’t help but sneeze.
Song Qinghuan immediately snapped back to reality. She touched Lin Shishi’s cold arm.
“Ah, it’s getting late. We should go back. If we stay out too long, Auntie will start to worry.”
Saying this, she helped Lin Shishi, whose legs were weak, to stand up. Carefully, she straightened her slightly rumpled skirt and hair. Then, with an arm around her waist, she slowly walked back to the inpatient building.
In the ward, Lin Mo was indeed awake.
She was leaning against the headboard, holding a book, but seemed not to have read much.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw the two girls walking in arm in arm.
Lin Shishi’s face still bore the remnants of lingering blush. Her eyes shimmered, carrying a hint of moisture and languor. Her lips were redder and fuller than usual.
And in the air… a faint fragrance…
The scent had a girl’s body odor… and…
The sweet [fragrance] of youth…
Song Qinghuan, on the other hand, was refreshed, her face glowing, a satisfied smile on her lips.
Being a woman herself, Lin Mo instantly understood something. A knowing smile crossed her face, but inside she felt some relief.
It was a good thing her daughter had such an intimate partner who truly doted on her.
“Auntie, you’re awake? Want to get up and move around? Or… go to the bathroom?”
Song Qinghuan asked proactively, her manner natural and considerate.
Lin Mo’s right leg was fractured, so going to the toilet was indeed troublesome.
“Um… if it’s a bother, Shishi can help me.” She felt a bit embarrassed.
“Auntie, you’re being too polite.” Song Qinghuan said cheerfully, stepping forward.
“Just think of me as another daughter. Come, Shishi, let’s help Auntie together.”
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