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Join the ServerAfter spending a day and a night in the small town, on the evening of the second day, Song Qinghuan and Lin Shishi returned to school together.
In the taxi.
Leaning against Song Qinghuan’s shoulder, Lin Shishi watched the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, her heart filled with warmth.
She thought about how at home, she had spent an incredibly intimate, wild, yet tender time with the one she loved most.
All those secret, hidden thoughts that once existed only in her fantasies had been brought to life by Song Qinghuan, one by one, surpassing even her imagination.
Throughout it all, she hadn’t felt demeaned in the slightest. Instead, she had experienced an ultimate sense of acceptance, understanding, and being cherished.
This made her no longer feel like a freak, but instead brought a sense of relief and joy: ‘So this is possible,’ ‘Someone actually understands.’
Song Qinghuan not only fulfilled her past fantasies but also continuously guided her to explore new possibilities, helping her shape the more outgoing, confident self she longed to become.
Think about it—having someone who understands all your hidden darkness, accepts your most shameful secrets, indulges your wildest fantasies, and loves you deeply.
What could be more fortunate than that?
From that moment on, Lin Shishi felt she would never be lonely again, never hate herself for her secret preferences, and never be consumed by inexplicable emptiness and loss in the dead of night.
Someone understood her, loved her, taught her, treasured her like a jewel, and regarded her as a unique ‘pet.’
She felt an unprecedented, solid happiness.
As a result, she began to face life with a more positive attitude every day.
The girl started to carefully apply makeup, experiment with brighter colors, and learn to smile naturally even in crowds.
Deep down, she knew she would always be that obedient, longing-to-be-dominated little cutie in front of Song Qinghuan, but that didn’t stop her from striving to become a better version of herself in the outside world.
And without a doubt, Song Qinghuan noticed this change in Lin Shishi, from the inside out.
Looking at the once somewhat withdrawn, shy, silent girl in her arms, who had gradually become more prone to laughter, affection, and with light in her eyes, Song Qinghuan felt a sense of accomplishment and loved and cherished her even more.
Of course, Song Qinghuan’s ‘love’ and ‘cherish’ were always accompanied by strong possessiveness and control.
She liked Lin Shishi’s change, but she wanted to keep that change firmly in her hands.
She wanted Lin Shishi to belong to her forever—from body to soul, from the most pristine exterior to the most hidden desires. Every inch of skin, every heartbeat, must bear the brand of Song Qinghuan.
‘You will always be mine, understand?’
She declared this to Lin Shishi more than once, her tone domineering, but her gaze fervent and serious. ‘No matter how excellent or dazzling you become, here, you will always be my most adorable little pet, only I can have you.’
And Lin Shishi’s answer was always obedient and firm: ‘Mm, I know. I am always my master’s.’
She even turned this ‘subordinate relationship’ into a daily ritual.
For instance, Song Qinghuan had a daily rule—spanking.
Lin Shishi went from initially being shy and resistant to getting used to it, and occasionally, when Song Qinghuan forgot, she would even proactively remind her, blushing: ‘Master… today… we haven’t had the—the spanking yet…’
This made Song Qinghuan both amused and affectionate. She would always stroke her hair and praise, ‘Good girl.’
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The night deepened as the taxi entered the urban area of Yǔgǎng.
The bustling lights gradually replaced the darkness of the outskirts, and the familiar city atmosphere rushed toward them.
When the car stopped at a red light at an intersection, Lin Shishi noticed a small wonton stall with a canopy on the roadside.
Under the dim yellow light, steam rose, emitting an enticing aroma of food.
The stall owner was a kindly old aunt, leisurely wrapping wontons.
‘Master,’
Lin Shishi gently tugged at Song Qinghuan’s sleeve, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the wonton stall. ‘I want to eat wontons. Can we get off and have a bowl before going back to school?’
It was rare for her to make a request proactively, her voice soft and tinged with a pleading tone.
Song Qinghuan looked at her expectant little face, her heart softening. How could she refuse?
‘Okay, my little foodie wants to eat, so let’s eat.’
She smiled and said to the driver, ‘Sir, please pull over at the roadside ahead. We’ll get off here.’
After paying the fare, the two walked hand in hand to the wonton stall.
‘Auntie, two bowls of small wontons, one without cilantro.’
Song Qinghuan ordered expertly, remembering that Lin Shishi didn’t like cilantro.
‘Coming right up! You two young ladies sit down; it’ll be ready soon!’
The old aunt warmly invited them to sit at a simple square table.
Soon, two steaming bowls of wontons were served—thin-skinned, with tender filling, clear broth, sprinkled with green scallions and a bit of seaweed and dried shrimp, fragrant and appetizing.
‘So good!’
Lin Shishi took a deep breath and picked up her spoon, but then her eyes darted, and she looked at Song Qinghuan, her cheeks slightly flushed, her voice soft and sweet: ‘Master… I want you to feed me.’
Song Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed. ‘Oh, when did my little cutie learn this trick? Your flirting skills have improved!’ she teased, but her hands didn’t stop.
She picked up her own spoon, carefully scooped up a wonton, blew on it to make sure it wasn’t too hot, then brought it to Lin Shishi’s lips. ‘Come on, open wide, ah—’
Lin Shishi obediently opened her mouth and took the wonton.
The thin skin dissolved in her mouth, the savory filling and warm broth bursting on her taste buds. She squinted in satisfaction, like a cat being petted.
‘Mm! Delicious!’
After swallowing, she imitated Song Qinghuan, scooping up a wonton, puffing out her cheeks to blow on it seriously, then offering it to Song Qinghuan’s lips, her eyes expectant. ‘Master, you eat too. Let me feed you.’
Song Qinghuan looked at her earnest expression, a wave of warmth flooding her heart.
She opened her mouth, took the wonton, chewed, and nodded. ‘Mm, it’s really good.’
And so, beside the simple wonton stall on the roadside, they fed each other, occasionally exchanging smiles, their eyes filled with unbreakable affection.
The dim yellow light cast a warm glow over them, the scene as beautiful as a movie.
Occasional passersby, seeing the two strikingly beautiful girls acting so intimately, couldn’t help but cast curious, appreciative, or kind glances.
Even the old aunt busy boiling wontons looked at them from time to time, a gentle, reminiscent smile on her face, until another customer urged her, snapping her back to reality. She patted her head and muttered with a laugh:
‘Oh, watching these young ones reminds me of when I first met my old man… Youth is truly wonderful!’
The night breeze brushed by, carrying the scent of wontons and the city’s earthly warmth.
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