Chapter 7: A Playful Afternoon

Lin Shishi frowned.

After a long moment, she whispered, “I think either is fine.”

Seeing Song Qinghuan’s apparent dissatisfaction with her answer, she timidly added, “I might seem a little shy or embarrassed on the surface, but deep down, I can accept it.”

Hearing this, Song Qinghuan gently gripped the girl’s chin again and smiled.

“Since you like it so much… come here, let your master kiss you.”

The girl’s face immediately trembled as she offered her cheek, which was flushed with a shy blush, her skin so delicate that no pores were visible.

“No, your lips. Silly girl,” Song Qinghuan said, somewhat domineeringly, as she took hold of Lin Shishi’s face.

She leaned in close, then fiercely kissed her.

The girl let out a soft whimper.

In her heart, she felt utterly delighted.

Yet, on the surface, she deliberately feigned a pitiful demeanor, her fingers helplessly clutching Song Qinghuan’s lapel.

This ignited a wild urge in Song Qinghuan to push her down.

However, Song Qinghuan was always one who preferred to reel in her catch slowly.

Soon after, Song Qinghuan released Lin Shishi.

Immediately, she instructed Lin Shishi to wash some fruit.

Lin Shishi shuffled into the kitchen in her slippers, and the sound of running water soon filled the air.

Song Qinghuan leaned against the doorway, watching her.

Then…

They began to eat the fruit together in the room.

But as they ate…

Some strange sounds began to emerge.

****

Soon, it was lunchtime.

Song Qinghuan was too lazy to go downstairs to eat, nor did she want Lin Shishi to go alone—lest her little pet be stolen, which would be disastrous.

Therefore, she ordered takeout.

After the two girls finished their meal.

Under Song Qinghuan’s arrangement, they began their afternoon nap, each in their own bed.

Lin Shishi lay on her small bed.

Turning on her side, she quietly watched Song Qinghuan, who was sound asleep beside her.

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting alternating stripes of light and shadow across the dorm room.

One of these stripes fell precisely on Song Qinghuan’s face, causing her long eyelashes to cast subtle shadows on her cheek.

Song Qinghuan slept deeply, her breathing even and gentle.

She wore a silk slip nightgown, which made her skin appear even fairer.

A slender leg stretched out from beneath the covers.

‘Master is truly beautiful!’ Lin Shishi gulped, swallowing hard.

‘What if I quietly go over and take a look while she’s asleep?’

As the thought crossed her mind, the girl felt an increasing itch in her heart.

Like a restless kitten, she timidly crept to Song Qinghuan’s bedside.

She then knelt on the wooden floor.

The floor was somewhat cool, and the chill seeped through her thin nightgown to her skin, causing her to shiver slightly.

With her hands braced on the edge of the bed, she resembled a small rabbit, her breathing lightened.

She couldn’t help but lean in closer, secretly gazing at Song Qinghuan.

And at her lips, which were very red and moist.

Song Qinghuan had applied lip balm before sleeping; now, her lips gleamed with a dewy luster.

‘So fragrant… I really want to kiss them…’

But suddenly—

Lin Shishi was startled by her own thought, and her face instantly flushed crimson.

‘I’m truly too bold…’ she thought, as if she had been electrocuted.

But quickly, she comforted herself:

‘If… if it’s just a light touch… she probably won’t find out, right?’

Thus, the beautiful girl found herself caught in an internal struggle.

Approximately one minute later.

Lin Shishi finally couldn’t resist.

She breathed very softly, almost in a whisper, and slowly leaned down.

She first lightly pressed her lips to Song Qinghuan’s shoulder.

‘She didn’t wake up… that’s wonderful…’ the girl thought to herself.

But another part of her mind screamed, ‘She will wake up, and when she does, she’ll definitely spank your bottom hard!’

And so…

The girl once again fell into an internal struggle.

Another minute passed.

Finally, Lin Shishi made up her mind. She held her breath, brought her face close to Song Qinghuan’s, and then, very lightly and quickly, touched Song Qinghuan’s lips.

The sensation was soft, slightly cool, with a hint of mint from the lip balm.

She immediately sprang back as if shocked, practically scrambling back to her own bed.

Her movements were too hasty, and her calf knocked against the bed frame with a dull thud, causing her eyes to well up with pain, though she dared not make a sound.

She quickly burrowed under the covers, wrapping herself from head to toe, leaving only her eyes exposed. She stared intently at Song Qinghuan’s rosy cheeks—did the spot she had just touched look redder now?

After a few seconds, as if guilty of some wrongdoing, she quickly turned her back to the wall, curling herself into an even smaller ball.

Her body beneath the blanket trembled slightly, whether from nervousness, excitement, or something else, she couldn’t tell.

At that moment, Song Qinghuan immediately opened her eyes.

Her eyes were bright, completely devoid of the usual post-sleep grogginess.

In fact, she had been awake ever since Lin Shishi knelt beside her bed—or rather, she hadn’t been sleeping deeply at all.

She revealed a playful smile, the curve of her lips carrying a hint of understanding and amusement.

…

However, transitioning from ordinary roommates to their current peculiar relationship—in just a single day, directly ‘eating’ her up seemed a bit too hasty.

Song Qinghuan chuckled inwardly. She rolled over, lying flat on her back, gazing at the ceiling.

The dorm room was quiet in the afternoon, with the faint sounds of distant commotion from the sports field audible.

‘No rush,’ she mused. ‘I’ll just continue to enjoy a full afternoon nap.’

She closed her eyes, but the smile on her lips remained.

After all, the real show was yet to come.

The thought of taking her little darling home later brought an even more wicked smile to her lips.

It seemed tomorrow, she absolutely had to bring this beautiful little girl to her home and properly tease her.

Thus, the two girls surprisingly spent the day in peace.

When Song Qinghuan woke up, she didn’t expose Lin Shishi’s little antics; she simply stretched lazily.

She got out of bed barefoot, her feet touching the cool floor.

She walked to Lin Shishi’s bed, leaned over, and poked the lump under the blanket with her finger.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Lin Shishi poked her head out from the covers, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, and her eyes darting away.

Song Qinghuan naturally extended her hand: “Help me up, my legs are a bit numb.”

Lin Shishi quickly scrambled up and took her hand.

“Alright, let’s begin today’s service, my beautiful little maid—give me a massage…” Song Qinghuan said with a mischievous smile.

“Yes…” Lin Shishi dared not show the slightest resistance, exceptionally compliant.

…

Throughout the afternoon, Song Qinghuan had Lin Shishi “gently serve” her.

She had her comb her hair, taking the opportunity to flirt.

She had her apply hand cream, then deliberately smeared the excess onto Lin Shishi’s face.

She sent her downstairs to the vending machine for a drink, then demanded she feed her a small sip from her own mouth.

By evening, it was time to wash up.

Song Qinghuan sat on a small stool, dipping her feet into a plastic basin filled with warm water.

Lin Shishi squatted before her, beginning to meticulously wash her feet.

“Wash them thoroughly, now.”

After washing, Lin Shishi carefully dried her feet with a soft towel.

Then, Song Qinghuan lay face down on the bed.

“Come, use your feet to step on my back,” Song Qinghuan instructed, turning her head.

Lin Shishi paused, then obediently slipped off her slippers and, with bare feet, climbed onto the bed.

She carefully stepped onto Song Qinghuan’s back, initially applying only tentative pressure.

“Mmm… you can press a bit harder,” Song Qinghuan sighed contentedly.

Lin Shishi then slightly increased the pressure, moving her soles back and forth across Song Qinghuan’s back.

After about ten minutes of this, Song Qinghuan finally, with satisfaction, told her to get down.

“Alright, time to sleep,” Song Qinghuan said, turning over, pulling her nightgown straight, and settling under the covers.

Lin Shishi also slipped into her own bed and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the darkness, the breathing of the two girls was clearly audible.

Neither spoke again; they simply fell asleep peacefully—at least, on the surface.

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