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Join the ServerEvening by the sea, the setting sun paints the water a warm gold, rippling into the room.
The rented apartment is simply furnished, yet cozy and peaceful.
A cream-white sofa, a low wooden coffee table, and a lush monstera in the corner.
The air carries the faint, salty tang of the ocean breeze.
Lin Shishi leans against the window and lets out a soft sigh.
The past two days of travel and emotional turmoil have left faint traces of fatigue on her fair face.
Out of habit, she adjusts her twin ponytails, the silky strands falling over her shoulders, making her youthful features appear even more demure.
She wears a simple white T-shirt and light blue denim shorts, revealing long, slender legs.
On her feet are pink slippers with cartoon prints, her small toes round as pearls, nails showing a healthy pale pink.
Song Qinghuan, meanwhile, has changed into a dark green silk slip dress, the hem reaching mid-thigh, accentuating her tall, graceful figure.
She watches Lin Shishi with soft eyes, her gaze brimming with deep affection.
She walks over to Lin Shishi and naturally reaches out to ruffle the girl’s hair.
“You must be tired. Go take a shower and relax.”
Lin Shishi looks up, nods, and murmurs “Mm,” then turns and heads to the bathroom.
As she walks, the curves of her hips are full and perky under the denim shorts.
The warm water washes away the fatigue.
When Lin Shishi comes out wrapped in a towel, her face is flushed from the steam, her eyes moist and bright.
Song Qinghuan is already half-reclining on the spacious cream-white sofa, her posture languid.
Her eyes follow Lin Shishi.
“Come here.”
She pats the cushion beside her.
Lin Shishi obediently walks over and sits half an arm’s length away.
Beneath the towel, she is nearly naked.
Her slender figure, wrapped in the towel, shows a budding and beautiful silhouette.
Song Qinghuan reaches out, her fingers lightly brushing the damp ends of Lin Shishi’s hair, then sliding down to her bare shoulder.
“These past two days, my little pet has been through a lot—”
Her tone carries a smile, and more than that, an unmistakable possessiveness and tenderness.
Lin Shishi shivers slightly.
She feels this sudden tenderness.
But deep in her heart, a more secret desire lies buried.
She yearns, even hopes, that Song Qinghuan would return to that stern, almost punishing attitude.
To “bully” her in a more forceful, irresistible way.
The thought makes her blush even deeper.
She silently scolds herself: ‘Lin Shishi, you’re so shameless!’
But then another small voice in her head retorts.
‘Why hide it?’
‘Isn’t it normal to admit you have a little bit of that?’
‘Especially when facing someone as beautiful, strong, and captivating as Song Qinghuan.’
Actually, Lin Shishi knows it’s not just simple shamelessness.
It all stems from her impoverished, single-parent background and her long habit of silently enduring due to cowardice.
Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, as long as she isn’t pushed to the brink, she can swallow any bullying.
Over time, she has developed a strange tolerance for and dependency on being bullied.
She even equates it with “attention” and “intimacy.”
She longs to be conquered…
Especially by this beautiful older sister whom she secretly admires and worships, to be thoroughly “bullied” in ways she likes or dislikes.
Song Qinghuan is undoubtedly the sole protagonist of all her secret fantasies.
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“What’s wrong, little cutie?”
Song Qinghuan observes keenly.
She sees Lin Shishi pouting her moist pink lips, her eyes wandering, murmuring something to herself.
She lazily shifts her position, sliding from the sofa to sit on the soft carpet.
Her back against the sofa, one leg bent, the other stretched out.
The hem of the dark green slip dress bunches at the top of her thighs, fully exposing her long, straight, perfectly proportioned legs.
Her bare feet rest not far from Lin Shishi, her painted toes curling and uncurling slightly.
She leans on her bent knee, tilting her head to look at Lin Shishi.
The sea breeze blows in from the open window, stirring the stray hairs on her forehead, bringing the sound of deep waves.
“Feeling restless again? Want to be bullied by me?” she asks bluntly, a mischievous, knowing glint in her eyes.
While Lin Shishi was showering, Song Qinghuan poured two glasses of red wine and placed them on the windowsill.
The dark red liquid sways gently in the crystal cups.
One glass near Song Qinghuan, one near Lin Shishi.
Caught red-handed, Lin Shishi’s ears turn crimson.
She reaches out her small hand, picks up her glass, and brings it to her lips.
The girl’s lips are small and full, naturally rosy.
Now wet with wine, they glisten.
She takes a small sip; a slightly astringent, fruity aroma spreads in her mouth.
Bolstered by this tipsy courage, she reddens and looks up at Song Qinghuan, so close.
Her voice is as light as a feather: “Yes… I really want my sister to bully me again.”
Saying this, she feels a strong shame and an equally strong thrill.
Something deep inside her seems to ignite.
Song Qinghuan lets out a low laugh.
She reaches out, her fingertips catching a strand of Lin Shishi’s hair by the temple, twirling it.
“Alright then. How do you want to be bullied? I’ve run out of ideas.”
She feigns a sigh, but moves closer, so their breaths mingle.
“I must say, that little head of yours probably has plenty of ideas, right? How about… you help your sister come up with some ways to bully you that will make you even happier, hmm?”
“How can I say something like that…”
Lin Shishi bites her lower lip, leaving shallow imprints of her teeth.
She lowers her eyelashes. ‘I’m a weak submissive…’
Even as she says that, the little shameless… feels a surge of heat from her lower abdomen.
A sly glint flashes in Song Qinghuan’s eyes.
She leans in even closer, almost touching Lin Shishi’s nose.
“I have a great idea.”
“What is it?”
Lin Shishi raises her moist eyes, asking both expectantly and nervously, and bites her lip again.
“Keep writing your novel,” Song Qinghuan says slowly.
“But not the boring stuff. I want you to boldly imagine and write down all those thoughts you never dare tell anyone. One chapter a day. As for word count…”
She deliberately drags out her tone, watching Lin Shishi hold her breath nervously.
“At least three thousand words.”
“Ah?! Three thousand words!”
Lin Shishi exclaims, her eyes wide with girlish innocence.
“Sister, you know my Chinese is terrible… I can’t even write an eight-hundred-word essay…”
“Then write it in English.”
Song Qinghuan grins mischievously.
Her fingertip slides to Lin Shishi’s small chin, gently tickling it like she’s teasing a kitten.
Lin Shishi’s face falls, making her look even more pitiful.
“But my English… is even worse than my Chinese…”
She tells the truth; her vocabulary is pitifully poor.
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