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Join the ServerLin Shishi was beaming with joy as she busied herself with getting food.
With her light movements, the delicate little bell on her ankle let out a crisp, pleasant jingle.
Song Qinghuan rested her chin on one hand, lounging lazily against the back of her chair, her eyes smiling as they followed the small, busy figure.
Lin Shishi was like an excited, hardworking little rabbit, carrying a large tray as she flitted through the buffet area.
Her little pet was clearly devoted to fish and shrimp—
She picked out pieces of sea bass, mackerel, and silver cod, placing them one by one onto her tray.
Then she moved to the shrimp section, grabbing a handful of fresh shrimp, and also took a full plate of boiled shrimp and garlic butter shrimp.
Soon, she spotted her favorite crispy fried small yellow croakers, her eyes lighting up as she grabbed two plates.
“Master, let me get you more meat—”
Seeing that she already had plenty of fish and shrimp, Lin Shishi hurried to the meat section and brought back stacks of beef, pork, and lamb slices—
“Alright, alright, don’t take too much—otherwise, if you can’t finish it, little fairy, you’ll be left behind—be careful, or a bunch of bad women will lock you in the torture house and ruthlessly use you as a cum target—and then you’ll have a bunch of kids—” Song Qinghuan said with a wicked grin.
Lin Shishi stuck out her tongue and pretended to look pitiful, whispering, “Then master will have to come save me—boohoo, I don’t want to be a baby-maker for other bad women!”
Song Qinghuan took a deep breath.
Otherwise, she really couldn’t hold herself back—
Song Qinghuan deeply realized… Lin Shishi was truly a seductress—
A little fairy so good at tempting people, yet she hadn’t been knocked up yet—
She herself was still too gentle!
She needed to work harder.
****
After getting the food, Lin Shishi placed the meat on the edge of the small grill pan on the table, skillfully turned on the power, and picked up a few slices of marbled beef to put on it.
“Sizzle—”
The moment the meat touched the hot grill, it made a delightful sound as the fat rendered and the aroma filled the air.
On the other side, the fish slices were also frying.
While the food was cooking, Lin Shishi, drooling, had already wolfed down several small cakes.
Soon, the grilled meat and fish were done.
The girl ate happily, her expression bright and cheerful.
Even her face was radiant—
Song Qinghuan watched, her own heart heating up.
At this moment, the little pet was simply too happy.
But for some reason, Song Qinghuan really wanted to make her cry.
Yes, cry hard.
But Song Qinghuan held back for now.
As the little darling had said—
At least fill her stomach first.
Then she’d have the strength to bully the little darling.
And the little darling would have the strength to cry.
Thinking of this, Song Qinghuan couldn’t help but smile broadly.
“Little darling—”
Song Qinghuan flipped the meat slices. “Come here, eat more beef and lamb. You’re too thin; you need high-quality protein to grow stronger.”
Lin Shishi still ate the fish elegantly, but her eyes were full of joy as she said with a laugh, “I just like little fish and shrimp. It’s fine if I’m a bit frail—master will protect me, right?”
She raised her big, moist eyes, looking at Song Qinghuan with dependence and trust.
Song Qinghuan’s heart softened at the look, but she deliberately put on a stern face, picked up a slice of grilled beef with slightly charred edges with her chopsticks, and held it to Lin Shishi’s lips: “That’s true, but I still want my little treasure to be a bit more ‘robust.'”
She paused, waiting for Lin Shishi to instinctively open her mouth and take the beef before lowering her voice, her gaze turning amorous and deep. “After all… if my little treasure can last longer and have more strength, we can have more fun and be happier, don’t you think?”
Lin Shishi was chewing the beef when she heard this; she choked, her cheeks instantly flushing red, even the tips of her ears turning crimson.
She shot Song Qinghuan a reproachful glare, but with food in her mouth, she could only manage a vague protest, “Master is so bad—”
Yet her eyes were watery, more like coquettish anger than genuine annoyance.
Song Qinghuan laughed, grabbed a tissue, and gently wiped the grease from her lips, her fingertips brushing lightly over her soft lips.
“If master isn’t bad, pet won’t love her?”
Lin Shishi lowered her head and ate in small bites, saying nothing more.
But her heart was pounding like a trapped rabbit.
She couldn’t help thinking: That bad dog master seems to be getting worse and worse.
But—
Strangely, she felt an indescribable thrill and comfort.
If Song Qinghuan were never “bad,” always elegant, intellectual, gentle, and considerate, would she still be so infatuated, so dependent, and see her as the “master” and support she could entrust her whole life to?
Lin Shishi quickly reached a conclusion—
She would like her.
But that kind of liking would only be an appreciation of beauty and closeness, unlikely to evolve into this bone-deep dependence and submission.
Back when she wrote in her diary, Lin Shishi had used Song Qinghuan as the “protagonist” and material for her fantasy stories. On top of Song Qinghuan’s external gentleness, beauty, tall stature, and intellect, she had added many dark traits like “sinister charm,” “assertiveness,” and “control.”
That was the perfect lover she had long fantasized about.
And the real Song Qinghuan not only perfectly matched her diary fantasies but was even… in some ways, more “evil” than she had imagined, more skilled at teasing her, controlling her, making her shy and happy.
****
Just as she was lost in thought, her face heating up—
“Mm…”
Lin Shishi suddenly let out a strange sound.
Almost at the same time, Song Qinghuan froze for a second, then a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.
“So, little darling, what’s the weather like today?”
“Huh—what weather?” Lin Shishi was stunned.
But she quickly blushed.
Her voice grew a little sticky.
“I… I need to go to the restroom—” The girl’s cheeks reddened.
Song Qinghuan chuckled softly, took a soft, lavender-scented silk handkerchief from her delicate handbag, and handed it to Lin Shishi. “Here—take this—”
Lin Shishi, face red, quickly took the handkerchief, then walked with an awkward gait, head down, sneaking toward the restroom.
The girls around cast curious glances.
A few even whispered among themselves.
The topic seemed to be related to the master’s “instructions.”
Song Qinghuan was truly speechless this time.
How could they slander her like that—
Even if she had a task—
She hadn’t started it yet!
Thinking this, the girl frowned and glared at the source of the whispers.
“What, none of you ever get your period?”
At these words, the surrounding girls immediately shut up.
After all, not many could withstand the pressure of a stare from such a beautiful and assertive young woman!
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