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Join the ServerThe girl’s expression was far from intimidating; it looked more like an invitation.
Song Qinghuan’s throat tightened, and she almost let out a laugh.
She barely suppressed the urge, merely giving Lin Shishi another hard kiss.
Lin Shishi curled up in Song Qinghuan’s arms, listening to the sounds outside, and whispered uneasily,
“Mom… should be back soon, right?”
“Don’t worry.”
Song Qinghuan’s lips lingered on the girl’s collarbone, murmuring vaguely, “I haven’t heard footsteps yet…”
Before she finished speaking—
“Click.”
The clear sound of a key turning in the lock came from outside the door.
Both women froze.
Lin Shishi’s eyes widened in panic as she looked down at the floor—
The crumpled piece of fabric that the bad dog owner had torn off was lying pitifully on the tiles.
Outside the door, Lin Mo’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.
She deliberately made the key’s turning louder, then cleared her throat and called out cheerfully,
“I’m back.”
But inside, she was silently praying and teasing: “Girls, don’t get too wild—”
“Creak—” The door swung open.
Lin Mo walked into the courtyard carrying a full basket of groceries, her gaze sweeping toward the living room.
There stood Lin Shishi and Song Qinghuan, arm in arm, side by side at the small door leading from the living room to the courtyard. Their clothes looked relatively neat.
Lin Shishi pointed at the distant outline of blue-green mountains and said to Song Qinghuan, “Look, that’s Blue Mountain. I used to play there as a kid…”
The girl’s voice was a little hoarse, and the flush on her cheeks hadn’t completely faded.
It wasn’t surprising… the bad dog owner had been quite demanding…
Besides her clothes… almost everything else had been thoroughly enjoyed…
…
But in Lin Mo’s eyes, overall, they looked like two well-behaved girls enjoying the view.
Nothing embarrassing was happening.
Seeing this, Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief and felt a bit amused.
It seemed her daughter was pretty clever—
But soon, her gaze fell on Lin Shishi’s feet—the white flat soft shoes were clearly on the wrong feet, left and right swapped.
The amusement in Lin Mo’s eyes deepened.
But she pretended not to notice, simply carrying her basket into the kitchen, saying with a gentle smile,
“Alright, you’ve seen the view. Time to prepare lunch. Today, Auntie will show you what she’s got.”
Lin Shishi quickly said, “Mom, let me help you.”
“Sounds good,”
Lin Mo nodded. “Today, you’ll be my assistant.”
Song Qinghuan smiled apologetically and spread her hands. “Auntie, I really shouldn’t embarrass myself in the kitchen. I’m a disaster—I either burn the rice or it’s undercooked. I’d just be in the way.”
Lin Mo laughed. “No problem. From now on, let Shishi take care of you. Just sit back and wait for the food.”
Song Qinghuan’s eyes curved in a smile as she watched Lin Shishi follow Lin Mo into the kitchen. A hint of reluctance flickered across her face, and she sighed deliberately.
“Sigh, looks like I’ll be all alone watching TV in the living room.”
Even as she spoke, the girl’s gaze clung to Lin Shishi’s twin ponytails, which swayed lightly with her movements, and to her… backside.
Song Qinghuan rested her chin on her hand, musing: ‘It seems my little pet’s figure is getting better and better—well, that’s mostly my doing—’
Soon, the sounds of washing, chopping, and running water filled the kitchen.
Lin Mo tied on an apron and deftly prepared the pork ribs and chicken she had bought.
Lin Shishi stood by the sink, carefully washing the vegetables.
The kitchen was small, and mother and daughter stood close together.
Lin Mo cut the meat without looking up, speaking softly so only the two could hear.
“Honey, your shoes are on the wrong feet.”
Lin Shishi let out a small gasp and quickly looked down. Sure enough, her shoes were swapped.
Her face flushed red again. She whispered, “Thanks, Mom…”
As she spoke, she involuntarily pressed her legs together.
But that action made her body stiffen instantly, her face burning as if it might smoke.
Lin Mo’s lips curved upward. As she blanched the ribs in boiling water, she said in a teasing but not embarrassing tone,
“Our little water fairy, if you’re not feeling well, don’t push yourself. Want to go rest a bit?”
“Mom.”
Lin Shishi nearly jumped in embarrassment, her ears glowing red. “Don’t call me that!”
Lin Mo finally couldn’t help but let out a low laugh. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing. You’re adults now, it’s nothing. But speaking of which,”
Her voice dropped lower,
“Our mother-daughter constitution really is alike… but you’re even more than I was back then—”
“Mmph…”
Lin Shishi was too mortified to respond, just scrubbing the vegetables furiously as if she might rub holes in them.
After that, mother and daughter worked together in tacit understanding.
Lin Mo took charge of the wok, stir-frying dishes that filled the air with tempting aromas.
Lin Shishi used a small clay pot to stew chicken and ribs, then rinsed the rice and set it to cook.
The tiny kitchen steamed with warmth and the cozy scent of home cooking.
After a while, Lin Mo took advantage of a pause in her stir-frying to lean close to Lin Shishi. “Tell Mom the truth—does Qinghuan… ask for too much?”
Her gaze landed on a faint red mark on Lin Shishi’s neck.
Lin Shishi’s hand paused in mid-chop. The blush that had just faded rushed back to her cheeks.
She didn’t dare meet her mother’s eyes, but she nodded almost imperceptibly, squeezing out an “Mm.”
“That’s a good thing. It means she’s strong… and she cherishes you.”
Lin Mo’s tone was calm, even a bit proud, but then a hint of worry crept in. “But you know your own constitution. Your foundation is weak… too often… and you’ll get sick.”
Lin Shishi pressed her lips together, not daring to speak.
Looking at her daughter’s meek, resigned expression, Lin Mo felt both sympathy and amusement.
She hesitated, then tentatively suggested in a low voice, “How about… Mom finds a chance to talk to Qinghuan privately? Ask her to… hold back a little? There’s still a long way to go.”
“Mom. Please don’t.”
Lin Shishi got anxious now, shaking her head quickly, her face as red as if it might bleed. “How… how can we talk about this…”
She imagined her mother discussing such a topic with Song Qinghuan and almost died of shame.
“I knew you wouldn’t dare.”
Lin Mo sighed, flipping the vegetables with her spatula. “From what I see, you’re like a little mouse facing a cat around her—hardly daring to breathe. You’ll probably be wrapped around her finger for the rest of your life.”
Actually… Lin Shishi silently retorted, she wasn’t completely afraid to resist; it was just that she liked Song Qinghuan’s domineering treatment. The feeling of being fully controlled and possessed gave her an indescribable sense of security and satisfaction.
But she could never say that out loud.
Lin Mo seemed to see through her thoughts and didn’t press further.
She only added softly, with the knowing melancholy of someone who had been there, “Sigh, maybe it’s our fate, mother and daughter. We can’t seem to be tough; we just want to follow someone, be completely wrapped around their finger, be their little wife. It’s probably in our blood. Someday, you’ll have to bear his children and raise them…”
“Mom.”
This time, even Lin Shishi’s neck turned crimson. She almost buried her face in the sink. “That’s… too soon. We’ll talk later.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop.” Seeing her daughter about to smoke from embarrassment, Lin Mo knew when to quit and changed the subject with a smile.
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