Dong Enyu returned home at two-thirty in the morning.
She pushed open the door and saw that Mu Lin had left a small light on for her, which warmed her heart.
After a quick wash, Dong Enyu went to the second-floor bedroom.
She moved quietly, not wanting to wake Mu Lin, but as soon as she sat on the edge of the bed, the woman lying there turned over and wrapped her arms around Dong Enyu’s waist.
Feeling the weight around her waist, Dong Enyu looked back at Mu Lin’s profile.
Her eyes were closed, but it was clear she had been awakened.
That fair, delicate face made Dong Enyu momentarily lose herself.
Suddenly, she remembered the lie Huo Ai had told about having partial memory loss, which made her inexplicably melancholic.
If she really lost the memories of these days, the biggest regret would be forgetting Mu Lin.
But thankfully, she hadn’t forgotten.
“Sorry for waking you up,” Dong Enyu said, pulling her legs up onto the bed so Mu Lin could snuggle closer.
Mu Lin, half-asleep, hugged Dong Enyu with little strength, nuzzling against her like a small animal, and said in a soft nasal voice, “Was the party fun?”
“It was boring,” Dong Enyu replied, smoothing Mu Lin’s hair, which was soft and fine, making her reluctant to withdraw her fingers.
“I just had a dream,” Mu Lin said, sniffing and slightly opening her eyes.
Her light-colored eyes shone with a gentle light that captivated Dong Enyu.
“In the dream, we went swimming together, but you weren’t wearing anything, jumping into the pool without a hint of shyness.” Her voice was gentle, but there was a hint of amusement in her tone.
… It seemed like she was teasing Dong Enyu for having no shame.
“Oh, so it was a spring dream,” Dong Enyu didn’t mind, thinking it was a bit of playful banter.
Mu Lin didn’t retort, which was a tacit agreement.
She moved up, sliding a hand into Dong Enyu’s pajamas to touch the soft skin.
“But I don’t want to just dream about it; I want to feel it, hear it.” Her hand slowly moved, seeking more warmth under Dong Enyu’s pajamas.
“When did my little lamb turn into a wolf?” Dong Enyu didn’t stop her, allowing Mu Lin to stir her desires.
Her breathing became a bit rapid, and the suppressed alcohol began to take effect, making Dong Enyu squint her eyes and subtly lick her dry lips with her red tongue.
The little lamb was still a little lamb; it was just that Dong Enyu, the big bad wolf, was too tempting.
… Mu Lin was savoring the taste.
“Do you hate it?” Mu Lin asked seriously, looking up.
She didn’t want Dong Enyu to dislike her.
“No, I quite like it; it’s got a unique flavor,” Dong Enyu said, as if talking about a delicacy, lying down to let Mu Lin press against her.
Her arm slipped under Mu Lin’s back, pulling her close.
Their bodies shared warmth, and the blanket was tossed to the foot of the bed, revealing their intertwined legs.
“Do you want to take it off yourself, or should I help you?” Mu Lin asked with a satisfied smile, her fingers withdrawing from under Dong Enyu’s pajamas to rest on the buttons of her top.
She wasn’t in a hurry to remove the barriers between them, enjoying the feel of the fabric against Dong Enyu’s soft body.
Dong Enyu tilted her head to Mu Lin’s ear, blowing a warm breath and enticing her, “Not taking it off is fine too.” … The next morning, Mu Lin woke up early.
Although she hadn’t slept much, she felt unusually refreshed.
For some reason, she found last night’s Dong Enyu particularly charming, holding her hand and repeatedly seeking her out, making Mu Lin’s cheeks flush just thinking about it.
She looked down at Dong Enyu, kissed her forehead tenderly, and got out of bed to wash up.
She was about to prepare a hearty breakfast when the sound of a phone ringing in the living room caught her attention.
It was Dong Enyu’s phone.
The monotonous ringtone kept ringing, call after call, making Mu Lin feel strange.
She wondered who was so eager to reach Dong Enyu and picked up the phone.
The screen didn’t show a name, just a string of numbers.
After hesitating for a moment, she answered the call.
“Hello,” Mu Lin said softly, her voice still carrying a hint of morning grogginess.
There was no response from the other end, making Mu Lin think it was a prank call.
Just as she was about to hang up, the other person responded.
“Who are you?” a cold voice asked, with a hint of danger.
Mu Lin was puzzled by the question.
She wanted to know who the caller was, having made so many calls early in the morning.
“I’m Enyu’s friend,” Mu Lin replied casually, walking towards the kitchen, her slippers making a soft tapping sound on the floor.
“Get Dong Enyu on the phone,” the caller demanded impatiently.
“Sorry, Enyu was very tired last night and hasn’t woken up yet.
If it’s urgent, I can pass on a message,” Mu Lin said, pausing her action of opening the fridge.
She found the woman’s tone on the other end quite rude, making her frown.
She felt the caller wasn’t a friend of Enyu’s, more like an enemy.
“Get her on the phone, now,” the woman demanded, her anger flaring upon hearing that Dong Enyu was “very tired” last night.
There were many interpretations of “tired,” but hearing a stranger answer the phone instead of Dong Enyu herself, and learning from her that Dong Enyu was tired last night, immediately led to ambiguous thoughts.
Of course, the woman’s suspicions were correct; she knew what kind of person Dong Enyu was.
That seductive vixen could pull off any trick in bed.
Mu Lin’s temper was provoked by the woman’s demand.
Although she was gentle, it didn’t mean she had no personality.
It seemed that anything related to Dong Enyu easily made her temperamental.
“Sorry, if there’s nothing else, I’ll have Enyu call you back when she wakes up.” Without waiting for a response, Mu Lin hung up the phone and decisively set it to vibrate, ignoring the constant buzzing on the table.
She rarely acted so rudely.
Even with scam calls, she wouldn’t hang up abruptly.
But when she heard the woman urgently looking for Dong Enyu, Mu Lin couldn’t stay calm.
She thought it might be a woman Dong Enyu met at the party last night, or perhaps a former colleague.
This thought led her to remember Luo Ye and the passionate kissing scene between Dong Enyu and her former roommate.
An inexplicable feeling of suffocation arose, even causing her to burn the eggs while frying them.
Dong Enyu walked out of the bedroom, puzzled by the smell of something burning.
“Good morning, Enyu,” Mu Lin greeted with a gentle smile, having already composed herself.
She pushed the prepared breakfast forward and even made coffee for Dong Enyu.
“Do you want sugar today?” she asked, looking at the still-drowsy Dong Enyu.
“Yeah, one cube,” Dong Enyu replied, pulling out a chair and sitting down casually, her gaze drifting to the phone on the table.
…Isn’t that mine? Dong Enyu scratched her head, remembering she left it on the living room table last night.
Her thoughtful expression caught Mu Lin’s attention, reminding her of the woman who had called earlier, sounding urgent and not very pleasant.
Despite feeling a bit annoyed, Mu Lin explained everything that happened in the morning to Dong Enyu.
From Mu Lin’s account, Dong Enyu had already guessed it was Zhao Han.
She was just puzzled about how Zhao Han got her new number.
Was it Huo Ai who gave it to her? Or President Xu? While lost in thought, Mu Lin sipped her milk, observing Dong Enyu, thinking she was pondering about that woman.
The unease in her heart grew, but she didn’t show any dissatisfaction.
That wasn’t her style, and she wasn’t good at expressing such emotions, which often left her feeling quietly frustrated.
“Why don’t you call back? It seems like the person has something urgent,” Mu Lin suggested, pushing the phone towards Dong Enyu.
When Dong Enyu took the phone, Mu Lin felt her heart sink, but the next moment, seeing Dong Enyu toss the phone back onto the sofa, her heart lifted slightly.
A faint joy appeared in her eyes, and all unpleasant feelings dissipated with Dong Enyu’s actions.
“What’s up?” Finally noticing Mu Lin’s gaze, Dong Enyu casually took a sip of coffee and asked.
Is Mu Lin acting strange today? Dong Enyu recalled last night, thinking she hadn’t made any excessive demands.
Why did Mu Lin’s eyes seem a bit resentful?
“No, it’s nothing, but is it okay? That person seemed quite aggressive,” Mu Lin said cautiously.
She didn’t know Zhao Han, only that her tone was condescending and not very commendable, and she insisted on finding Dong Enyu.
Would it really be okay not to call back? Mu Lin’s thoughts were conflicted, not wanting Dong Enyu to get close to others, yet worried about her social relationships…
“Ignore her,” Dong Enyu said, not as tactful as Mu Lin.
She waved her hand dismissively.
After all, she wasn’t Zhao Han’s subordinate, and Huo Ai said she had partial memory loss, so she “didn’t know” Zhao Han now, and there was no need to pay attention.
She summed it up for Mu Lin: “I have no connection with her.”
This sentence was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly invigorating Mu Lin.
She quickly stood behind Dong Enyu, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and nuzzling her face into her neck.
The sudden display of affection left Dong Enyu both amused and helpless.
She patted Mu Lin’s head, wondering if Zhao Han had said something unpleasant to her, prompting her to seek comfort.
“In the future, don’t answer my phone.
My work is complicated, and I don’t want you to encounter bad people,” Dong Enyu decisively categorized Zhao Han as a bad person.
She hoped Mu Lin would maintain a normal social circle and not step into dangerous territory because of her.
“Okay, I understand.” Mu Lin lowered her head and left a light kiss on Dong Enyu’s neck, creating a faint mark that matched the other side.
“If you don’t leave for work now, you’ll be late,” Dong Enyu reminded Mu Lin with a silent smile.
These days, she felt Mu Lin was clinging to her more, but she didn’t mind.
“Then I’m off,” Mu Lin said, kissing Dong Enyu’s cheek with a playful “mwah” sound.
Just as Mu Lin put on her coat, grabbed her bag and keys, Dong Enyu called out to her at the entrance.
“I have plans this weekend.
Do you want to join?” Although they lived together, it didn’t mean they would spend their leisure time together.
Dong Enyu asked out of courtesy, not wanting to interfere with Mu Lin’s social activities.
“Yes!” Mu Lin immediately nodded, eager to join Dong Enyu in anything.
Seeing the light in her pale eyes, Dong Enyu couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth, the coffee aroma blending perfectly with the milky scent on her, creating a comforting sensation.
“I haven’t even said what the plans are, and you agreed.
Aren’t you afraid I’ll take you to some shady place?” Dong Enyu teased, ruffling Mu Lin’s long hair, finding her adorably endearing, this well-behaved and sensible girl she couldn’t bear to let go.
“Wherever Enyu goes, I’ll go,” Mu Lin said, her light brown eyes blinking, each word striking Dong Enyu’s heart.
It was sweet, yet it hit her with a pang.
