Dong Enyu saw Mu Lin’s reaction and wasn’t surprised. She stepped forward to block Mu Lin’s view, cupping her face and examining her closely. Seeing the slightly pale face with dark circles under her eyes, Dong Enyu felt both heartache and helplessness. Mu Lin had her own job, and although they lived together, they weren’t in any official relationship. Even if Dong Enyu wanted Mu Lin to take a day off to rest, she couldn’t find a good excuse or position to suggest it, so she could only visit her at work to show concern for her little lover.
“Look at you, you must not have been taking care of yourself properly. It makes my heart ache,” Dong Enyu said softly, kissing Mu Lin’s forehead. Her lips gently touched the smooth skin, bringing her a sense of peace. Only through touch could she feel the reality, a sign of Dong Enyu’s increasing insecurity. She was more afraid of losing the good things in life, needing to keep them close to confirm that happiness was still in her grasp.
Mu Lin’s expression softened, and she reached out to hold Dong Enyu’s hand against her cheek, absorbing the warmth from her. However, their affectionate actions didn’t escape the notice of two people behind them. Mu Lin glanced curiously behind Dong Enyu, feeling that the two women standing under the tree seemed to harbor hostility towards her. One of them was the person who had a fight with Dong Enyu at the gym pool. Mu Lin hadn’t forgotten the striking red hair and eyes. She immediately tightened her grip on Dong Enyu’s hand, wanting to pull her behind her.
“That person had a conflict with you. Why is she here? Did you come together?” Mu Lin asked in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, her gaze shifting between Dong Enyu and Yong Le, full of confusion. Dong Enyu sighed softly, leaning forward to rest her forehead against Mu Lin’s. “It’s a fateful connection. Now I have business dealings with her, so we’ll be meeting frequently.” If she could, she wouldn’t want to associate with Yong Le, nor would she want any entanglements with Wutang. But she couldn’t ignore it, nor could she let Mu Lin know the true nature of her work.
Mu Lin didn’t make things difficult for Dong Enyu upon hearing this. She just held her tightly, as if afraid Yong Le would take her away. Dong Enyu smiled happily at this. She liked Mu Lin’s subtle possessiveness. She wouldn’t shout or make inappropriate moves, just hold her hand tightly, sharing warmth that made Dong Enyu feel she belonged to Mu Lin, bound by invisible ropes, unable to leave.
They sat under a nearby tree to drink soup. The lawn was well-maintained, so it wasn’t dirty, and sitting there felt like a leisurely picnic. Dong Enyu carefully held the nourishing soup, its rich aroma wafting through the air, making Mu Lin, who had just finished lunch, eager to eat. But Dong Enyu didn’t let her take the bowl, instead scooping a spoonful to feed her.
“This nourishing soup is made with real ingredients. I’ve wanted you to try it for a while. See if you like it,” Dong Enyu said, bringing the spoon to Mu Lin’s lips, watching her drink the soup before withdrawing her hand. “How is it? Is the herbal taste too strong?” “No, it’s very fragrant and sweet,” Mu Lin shook her head, reassuring Dong Enyu. But her eyes inadvertently glanced at the shade of the opposite tree, where the two people were still staring, making Mu Lin uneasy. “Enyu, they’re still watching.”
It wasn’t because she was shy, but because the gaze of the two women across was too strange. Dong Enyu glanced at them indifferently and said, “Let them watch if they want to.” There was nothing to hide. However, Dong Enyu’s indifference didn’t mean Mu Lin was thick-skinned. She thought Mu Lin was shy, so she reminded her not to be so intimate in public. Dong Enyu felt a bit blocked and frustrated, but she respected Mu Lin’s wishes and wouldn’t force her in the slightest.
“I understand. You can drink it yourself. I’ll head back first,” Dong Enyu said, but was immediately grabbed by Mu Lin’s wrist, almost spilling the soup. “No,” Mu Lin was startled by her own actions, quickly softening her movements but still holding Dong Enyu. “Stay with me a little longer.” Her voice was filled with exhaustion, making anyone who heard it feel heartache. Her light-colored eyes showed her longing, gentle and clear, deeply attracting people.
Dong Enyu smiled softly, nodding as she handed the bowl to Mu Lin, letting her drink it herself. “Enyu, I miss you a lot,” Mu Lin said warmly after taking a few more sips, looking up at the woman. “What do you miss about me?” Dong Enyu wasn’t teasing Mu Lin; she wanted to know what Mu Lin missed about her. They looked at each other, eyes filled with warmth, like a couple who had been together for years, without intense collisions, but so solid.
“I miss a lot about you. I want to see you, touch you, hear your voice, feel your warmth, and many, many things related to Enyu,” Mu Lin spoke slowly, letting Dong Enyu clearly understand her thoughts. Before their relationship progressed, Dong Enyu couldn’t have imagined this, but afterward, Mu Lin often took the initiative to say these loving words to her. Every time she heard Mu Lin’s sweet words, Dong Enyu had the urge to record them.
Sometimes she sadly thought that if they ever separated, she could listen to these words to reminisce about the past. At this moment, Dong Enyu couldn’t help but laugh at herself, thinking she was hopelessly foolish. “When will you come back?” she asked casually after seeing Mu Lin finish the soup. She wasn’t pressuring her or wanting to give Mu Lin any stress. But Dong Enyu cared a lot. Without Mu Lin, Dong Enyu could hardly stay in the house.
“I don’t know, maybe I can come home tomorrow,” Mu Lin replied seriously, estimating that the earliest she could leave was the next day. “Okay, I’ll wait for you at home,” Dong Enyu said, not minding. She leaned forward to steal a kiss on Mu Lin’s cheek, whispering, “I’ll wear your favorite nightgown and wait for you, okay?” The suggestive tone and warm breath subtly hinted at Mu Lin, suggesting she’d wear that enticing, semi-transparent silk nightgown, preferably with nothing underneath.
Mu Lin immediately understood Dong Enyu’s meaning, her delicate face turning red. She nodded hurriedly, indicating her satisfaction, which made Dong Enyu laugh out loud. After chatting for a while, Dong Enyu let Mu Lin go upstairs to work, capturing all of Mu Lin’s adorable expressions in her mind. Only after that figure disappeared did she slightly regain her composure. Turning around, the atmosphere changed completely. Facing the two women with strange expressions, Dong Enyu remained calm and unhurried.
She walked back to the car, ignoring the two women glaring at her, and sat back in the back seat. Just as she was about to close the door, someone outside stopped her, and a striking head of fiery red hair came into view. Dong Enyu didn’t even furrow her brow. At the same time, the car door on her right opened, and the scent of Plum Blossom Fragrance wafted in with the breeze. Instantly, Dong Enyu was surrounded by the two women.
She sat in the middle, with Yong Le on her left and Zhao Han on her right. “With both of you sitting here, who’s going to drive?” Dong Enyu said nonchalantly, subtly reminding them not to act recklessly. Yong Le chuckled a few times, resting her hand on the window sill, looking at Dong Enyu’s profile with interest. “Is she your little lover?” Having met at the pool before, and now with Dong Enyu personally delivering a loving soup, it seemed their relationship was not simple.
“I said, she’s my roommate,” Dong Enyu shrugged, indicating that Mu Lin was just her roommate. But Zhao Han didn’t believe it. “Did you two do it?” She observed Mu Lin and Dong Enyu’s actions, immediately sensing something unusual. Knowing Dong Enyu’s nature, she couldn’t be unaware. “That’s a private matter, not convenient to answer,” Dong Enyu slightly frowned, Zhao Han really knew how to pick questions.
Yong Le, hearing Dong Enyu’s official response, immediately responded on her behalf, “They definitely did it.” Unexpectedly, Zhao Han snorted in agreement, making Dong Enyu feel a bit annoyed. “If you’re done talking, can you take me back to the company?” She glanced at the time; it was already past two-thirty. Unexpectedly, Yong Le suddenly punched the back of the front seat, glaring at Dong Enyu with eyes full of suppressed dissatisfaction. “What’s the deal? It’s really annoying. Playing with one and then another, I thought you were older and wanted a stable partner, but it turns out you’re not slow at changing playmates,” she said, her words laced with sarcasm, as if accusing Dong Enyu of being an old player. But then she changed her tone, “Tsk tsk, I really want to deal with you right here.”
Dong Enyu felt a chill on her scalp, thinking Yong Le was unpredictable. Before Dong Enyu could respond, Zhao Han sternly warned, “You dare!” “Why wouldn’t I dare?” Yong Le leaned forward, looking back at Zhao Han with playful eyes. Dong Enyu, caught between the two, felt helpless and frustrated. “You’ve taken the joke too far,” she said after a while, using the word “joke” to gloss over their conversation. But her words caught their attention.
Suddenly, Yong Le placed her hand on Dong Enyu’s thigh, pressing and rubbing through the fabric of her pants with a force that wasn’t too light or too heavy, making Dong Enyu feel the danger. She was about to brush away the restless hand when Zhao Han hugged her from behind, her fair hands crossing her waist, making Dong Enyu frown in displeasure. These actions made it clear they weren’t joking.
Soon, the whole car was in a commotion, shaking violently from side to side, making the bodyguards in the accompanying car not far away feel awkward. Their job was to protect Zhao Han, but Zhao Han had instructed them not to disturb her. At this moment, not knowing what was happening inside the car, the bodyguards exchanged glances and decided to politely inquire. Just then, the front door of the car suddenly opened with a bang.
Dong Enyu got out of the front seat in a disheveled state, her clothes neat and tidy, making the bodyguards breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn’t what they thought. As soon as Dong Enyu got out of the car, she took out her phone, pressing the speed dial without a word. When the call connected, she said angrily, “Come pick me up!”
