When Mu Lin arrived at Dong Enyu’s villa, it was already three hours later.
She got out of the car carrying ingredients for vegetable soup, a bit puzzled as she walked into the front yard.
Dong Enyu used to share an apartment with others, so how did she suddenly move into a standalone villa? But Mu Lin didn’t think too much about it.
As she approached the door and was about to ring the bell, the door opened, and Dong Enyu, dressed in casual home clothes, smiled at her.
The warm smile made Mu Lin smile back.
But the next second… “Enyu! Your hand!” The two bags of ingredients fell to the ground instantly as Mu Lin frowned and held Dong Enyu’s injured left hand, looking pained as if she were the one hurt.
“How did this happen? Is your hand broken? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Such a serious injury…”
“I knew you’d react like this, so I didn’t say anything.” She was afraid Mu Lin would drive too fast to get there, which would be dangerous.
Although Dong Enyu wasn’t a superstar, being cared for and cherished was indeed a delightful thing.
“It’s okay, the injury is already seventy to eighty percent healed.
Come in first, don’t stand outside the door.” She picked up the ingredients from the ground and led Mu Lin into the house.
The room’s lighting was a warm indirect glow, similar to Mu Lin’s home, which made Dong Enyu quite satisfied.
Dong Enyu put down the two bags of food and turned around to find Mu Lin still staring at her injured hand, which made her smile helplessly.
“Staring at it won’t make it heal any faster.
It’s just a fracture, and the doctor said the cast can be removed in about a month.” She gently stroked Mu Lin’s soft long hair, the brown locks were very smooth, exuding a sweet scent unique to women, which Dong Enyu found nostalgic.
“I’ll take care of Enyu until she’s fully recovered.” Suddenly, Mu Lin made a shocking declaration.
Dong Enyu was stunned, thinking she had misheard, but seeing those determined light brown eyes, Dong Enyu knew Mu Lin was serious.
“No need, really, it’s nothing.
I don’t need a caregiver, I can manage on my own.” Although tempting, Dong Enyu still politely declined.
She worked at Coral Reef Group, which appeared to be a normal company but dealt with black market transactions, and Huo Ai might come by as well.
Unexpectedly, Mu Lin was unusually persistent this time.
She held Dong Enyu’s right hand and said, “I can take care of you, really.
I’m good at housework and cooking.
With your hand injured, these things are inconvenient, right? So let me help you, I won’t be a bother.”
Such sincere words made Dong Enyu start to waver, coupled with Mu Lin’s gentle persuasion… “Or… does Enyu have other concerns? A girlfriend or a boy…”
“I understand,” Dong Enyu interrupted Mu Lin before she could continue.
She had no girlfriend, let alone a boyfriend, and she humbly accepted Mu Lin’s kindness.
“I’ll trouble you to take care of me then.
I’ll give you money for groceries separately, and if you don’t want to cook, you can buy food instead.” She didn’t want to overwork Mu Lin.
“Okay!” Mu Lin nodded vigorously, released her hand, and immediately went to the kitchen to showcase her cooking skills.
Dong Enyu sat nearby watching, and Mu Lin, wearing an apron, looked like a little wife.
Her cooking skills were proficient, indicating she usually cooked for herself.
Watching her chop vegetables and make soup, tasting the flavors with each action, made Dong Enyu feel at ease.
It was as if her undercover identity was just a dream, and what she had now was real life.
Mu Lin made vegetable soup for her, tasting just like the one she made when Dong Enyu had a cold.
Rich and sweet.
After they finished dining in the dining room, Dong Enyu sat back on the living room sofa like a lord, watching TV.
Since her hand was injured and she couldn’t wash dishes, Mu Lin naturally took over.
She flipped through TV channels, finding them incredibly boring, only able to pass the time watching movies she’d seen hundreds of times.
When Mu Lin finished washing the dishes and came over, Dong Enyu perked up.
She let Mu Lin sit beside her, and that’s when Mu Lin noticed the documents on the table… “Is Enyu researching antiques?” she asked casually, looking at the illustrations and text on the data.
Dong Enyu wasn’t in a hurry, she nodded faintly, “No, it’s for work, so I need to understand it.”
Mu Lin shifted her gaze to Dong Enyu, her lips slightly parted, wanting to ask but unable to voice it.
The two fell into silence, the TV’s sound particularly jarring, the crackling effects echoing in the room, making it seem a bit eerie.
“What kind of work does Enyu do?” Mu Lin asked softly.
She knew Dong Enyu didn’t like her asking too personal questions, but she was curious.
She wanted to know more about Dong Enyu, her work, her experiences, or her friends.
“A salesperson, something like that.” For once, Dong Enyu didn’t avoid the question, she candidly told Mu Lin.
“Sales of antiques?” Mu Lin was clearly taken aback.
Dong Enyu chuckled a few times, “A private company, selling a variety of things.” She shrugged, randomly changing channels with the remote.
Mu Lin’s gaze wasn’t exactly suspicious, but Dong Enyu felt a bit uneasy under her stare.
Although she was used to lying, she didn’t want to deceive Mu Lin, so she chose to avoid most questions.
But avoiding them made Mu Lin feel like she was distancing herself… A dilemma.
Dong Enyu turned off the TV, feeling a bit agitated, and stood up.
Mu Lin immediately grabbed the hem of her clothes.
“Where are you going?” she asked with wide, innocent eyes.
“I want to take a shower.” She initially wanted to use the excuse of taking a shower to be alone and calm down, but Mu Lin stood up.
“I’ll run the water for you.” She entered the bathroom before Dong Enyu, and soon the sound of water splashing could be heard.
So attentive… Even a hired caregiver might not be as considerate as Mu Lin, which only added to Dong Enyu’s guilt.
She slumped back onto the sofa, feeling she had agreed too hastily.
Perhaps she should talk to Mu Lin, letting her take care of her for just a few days, not until her left hand healed.
After a while, Mu Lin poked her head out of the bathroom, saying the water was ready and urging her to take a shower.
But when Dong Enyu stood at the bathroom door, Mu Lin didn’t leave, standing beside her like a little attendant.
“I’m going to shower, aren’t you going out?” She wasn’t sure if it was the heat of the bathroom, but she felt a bit parched.
Steam swirled around, making Mu Lin’s face appear somewhat ethereal.
She blushed, clutching the hem of her clothes, without speaking or moving.
Dong Enyu stood there, locked in a standoff with her, the two of them staring at each other for several minutes.
“Your hand is injured,” Mu Lin said, lowering her head and gently lifting Dong Enyu’s left hand.
“It’s inconvenient to get it wet, so I’ll help you.” …help you.
Dong Enyu’s eyelid twitched, seemingly understanding Mu Lin’s little intentions.
She nonchalantly began unbuttoning her clothes with one hand, moving so slowly it was like watching a slow-motion film.
One button, two buttons, all the while observing Mu Lin’s reactions.
Those light brown eyes followed her fingers, moving right when her hand went right, and left when her hand went left, just like a little puppy…
“If you feel too hot, you can leave first.
I can manage on my own.” She noticed Mu Lin’s face was about to be steamed red and quickly reminded her, lest she faint and Dong Enyu would have to take care of her.
“Mm.” Mu Lin responded, but her legs remained rooted to the spot.
Dong Enyu removed her outer clothes, then unbuttoned her inner garments, revealing her graceful figure without concern for Mu Lin’s overly bold gaze.
She then took off her long pants, along with her underwear, pushing them down to her knees before tossing them into the laundry basket.
The process was as natural as could be, as if Mu Lin was just air in the room.
She turned on the shower, letting the warm water hit her legs.
At this moment, Mu Lin’s slender arm reached over from behind, taking the showerhead from Dong Enyu’s hand.
“Be careful with your hand.” She moved Dong Enyu’s left hand away from the water, then wrapped it in a towel before rinsing her body.
Warm water flowed down her skin, gently wetting her hair and eyelids.
Dong Enyu wiped the water from her face, and Mu Lin turned off the water.
She gestured for Dong Enyu to sit on the edge of the bathtub, quickly grabbing the shower gel and squeezing it into her palm.
Her focused gaze and actions made Dong Enyu’s heart itch a little.
They were friends, but now it seemed like they were crossing a line, teetering on the edge of something dangerous, making her both excited and worried.
…Is this good or bad? She pursed her lips, watching Mu Lin.
Her fair face was tinged with red, and her slender fingertips were covered in pale pink shower gel, carefully applying it to Dong Enyu’s chest, lingering near her collarbone.
Her fingertips applied slight pressure, the smooth shower gel guiding her hands over Dong Enyu’s body.
Her dusky skin flushed from the heat, captivating Mu Lin.
Her full, elastic breasts were too much for one hand to hold, and Mu Lin dared not touch them too forcefully.
She treated them like fragile treasures, with care and focus.
What started as helping with a bath had now taken a different turn, and she hadn’t realized she was straying off course.
Her nimble fingers lingered on the soft chest, watching the tips perk up slightly, unconsciously giving them a squeeze.
“Mm…” Dong Enyu let out a soft cry, the slightly painful sensation making her gasp.
Everyone has desires, and she certainly did too, especially when faced with a cute, gentle, and caring woman.
She wanted to be touched, to be loved, to be kissed and caressed… But, could she? Dong Enyu lowered her gaze, a bitter smile on her lips.
Probably not, right? Seducing an innocent woman was a crime.
If it developed beyond friendship, what kind of twisted relationship would she and Mu Lin have? So Dong Enyu grabbed Mu Lin’s “applying” hand, pushing her back half a step.
Mu Lin suddenly froze, as if waking from a dream, her clear eyes reflecting the mist, staring straight at Dong Enyu.
“Are you helping me bathe or taking advantage of me?” Dong Enyu made her voice sound teasing, suggesting Mu Lin leave first, and she would finish rinsing on her own.
But Mu Lin wasn’t listening tonight.
She had come back to her senses but didn’t leave the bathroom.
Instead, she stepped forward.
Standing, Mu Lin was much taller than the seated Dong Enyu.
Her sweet perfume seemed even stronger, almost overpowering the scent of the shower gel.
Dong Enyu looked up at her, her steady gaze revealing no improper intentions.
She was watching, wanting to know what Mu Lin wanted to do, wanting to know how Mu Lin felt about her.
In truth, she had known for a long time that Mu Lin didn’t just see her as a friend, but neither of them spoke about it.
It was like a tug-of-war, back and forth, seeing who would conquer whom first.
Mu Lin didn’t speak.
Her focused eyes closed, and she cupped Dong Enyu’s face, slowly leaning in for a kiss.
…Tonight, who wins and who loses?
