Spending so much time together, it’s easy to see through someone’s heart.
Provided that she doesn’t deliberately hide it… Recently, Dong Enyu noticed a different Zhao Han.
Although the woman remained cold, expressionless, and with a proud gaze, over time, Dong Enyu eventually discovered something different.
The doorbell interrupted the woman’s contemplative state.
She put down the broom and went to the door.
From outside the iron gate, she could see a bodyguard in a suit, standing next to a little girl about six years old.
Her bright eyes sparkled with innocence, and she loudly greeted Dong Enyu while holding onto the iron bars.
“Good afternoon, Aunt Dong!” The girl, with her hair in pigtails, had a cute smile on her young face.
She was Zhao Han’s student, the daughter of a gang leader, Anna.
“Good afternoon, Anna.” Dong Enyu skillfully unlocked the door, and Anna immediately stepped forward to hold Dong Enyu’s hand.
“What snacks are we having today?” Every Monday and Wednesday were Anna’s tutoring days.
After the bodyguard picked her up from school, he would bring her here, and Dong Enyu was responsible for making snacks for the little guest.
Anna was quite appreciative, eating everything Dong Enyu made, which made the woman very fond of her little guest.
“Coconut handmade cookies,” Dong Enyu said, watching the bodyguard drive away before locking the iron gate.
“Go to class first, and I’ll bring the snacks over later.” She patted Anna’s little head, and the girl immediately ran into the house with a smile, her small figure disappearing through the door, followed by her cheerful greetings.
These days, she noticed that Anna wasn’t afraid of Zhao Han… Just as Dong Enyu was bringing snacks into the backyard, under the bright sunlight, Zhao Han was sitting in a white dress on a wicker chair, surrounded by books.
She elegantly tucked her hair behind her ear, exuding a graceful charm.
Her poised and appropriate demeanor was eye-catching, and her indifferent expression always deeply attracted people, like a bird perched high above, looking down on everyone.
Dong Enyu noticed the difference in Zhao Han in the way she spoke and her expressions when talking to Anna… It was a gentleness she had never seen before.
If it were someone else, they might not notice the difference, but Dong Enyu did, in the choice of words and the warmth in her eyes…
“It’s hot, so I brought some iced tea.” Dong Enyu smiled lightly, carrying the tea as she approached.
As she spoke, Zhao Han looked up from her books, her gaze changing in an instant.
From warmth to… an indescribable meaning.
“Aunt Dong, did you do something bad?” Anna asked, taking the tea from Dong Enyu, her innocent eyes wide open.
Something bad? Dong Enyu instinctively raised her hand to cover the kiss mark on her neck…
“What’s wrong? Why do you ask that?” Dong Enyu calmly adjusted her clothes and smiled down at Anna.
The little girl cupped her cheeks with her hands, as if trying to figure something out, and after a while, she pointed to the collar on Dong Enyu’s neck, puzzled: “Because Aunt Dong is wearing a prisoner’s iron collar, like the ones I saw on TV.
Mommy said only bad people wear those, so did Auntie do something bad too?”
Childish words…
“You’ll have to ask Teacher Zhao.” Dong Enyu replied with a faint smile, glancing in Zhao Han’s direction.
Let Teacher Zhao explain the reason for the collar…
“Teacher, did Aunt Dong do something bad? Is she a bad person, so she wears the iron ring?” Anna asked, swinging her legs as she held a pencil.
Hearing this, Zhao Han adjusted her black-framed glasses and said indifferently, “It’s just to keep her tied up, so she can’t go anywhere.”
The reason, that’s all.
Her dog should stay by her side.
“Huh?” Anna tilted her head, her gaze shifting from Zhao Han to Dong Enyu.
“Where else can Auntie go besides here?” Children’s logic is always jumping around.
After seeing Dong Enyu here, Anna assumed Dong Enyu was like Aunt Su, only moving around this house, like a bound spirit.
Unexpectedly, Anna’s words made Dong Enyu shiver.
At the same time, Zhao Han also cast her gaze…
Where else can she go…?
Indeed, nowhere.
“Yes, besides here, I can’t go anywhere.” Because ahead is a dead end.
Dong Enyu’s smile was without bitterness, rather it was candid.
She admitted she had no way out.
The woman’s honesty seemed like an indirect compromise to Zhao Han, making Zhao Han’s gaze on her even more intense…
“Then Aunt Dong doesn’t need to wear it,” Anna said, waving her hand, “Isn’t it uncomfortable to wear?”
Dong Enyu shook her head, grateful for Anna’s concern, “It’s okay, wearing it gives me a sense of security.”
For the first time, the woman willingly wore the collar that restricted her freedom, like a dog being led by Zhao Han, without any resistance…
The silver collar reflected Zhao Han’s stunning face, pure and elegant, yet her gaze was as cold as ice.
“Really?” Anna turned to Zhao Han, pointing to herself, “Then Anna wants to wear one too.”
For a moment, Dong Enyu was stunned, and Zhao Han frowned.
“No, only Dong Enyu can wear it.” Zhao Han shook her head, pushing the workbook forward to redirect Anna’s attention back to her studies.
The adult’s playfulness, how could a little kid understand?
“Teacher is biased!” Anna pouted, protesting softly.
Dong Enyu awkwardly scratched her head and turned to leave.
…
In the evening, after Anna went home, Dong Enyu was in the kitchen washing vegetables, preparing to cook dinner.
She wore a plain apron, standing at the sink, with water running and a basin full of vegetables.
The woman slowly picked up a few leaves to wash, hearing familiar footsteps entering the kitchen, but Dong Enyu didn’t make a sound, nor did she turn around, as if she was used to it, quietly doing her own thing.
Ordinary…
Life with Zhao Han was quite ordinary.
“What do you mean by a sense of security?” Zhao Han asked, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe, watching Dong Enyu’s busy back.
She was referring to the conversation from the afternoon, where Dong Enyu said there was no need to remove the collar because it gave her a sense of security.
At the time, she held back from asking, but it had affected Zhao Han’s mood for half a day, leaving her feeling unsettled…
Dong Enyu turned off the water, picked up a clean towel to dry her hands, and said, “A dog with a collar is a house dog, so saying it gives a sense of security isn’t too far off, right?” A rhetorical question, creating endless imagination.
“Are you trying to make me happy?” Zhao Han raised an eyebrow, her gaze still cold.
She didn’t accept Dong Enyu’s sentiment, preferring to see it as flattery.
Unexpectedly, Dong Enyu suddenly turned around, walking towards Zhao Han without hesitation.
As they got closer, the woman raised her hands, cold from washing, to cup Zhao Han’s cheeks, leaning in to leave a light kiss on her lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water, full of ambiguity.
Flattery? Coaxing? A scheme?
Zhao Han slightly lowered her eyes, her arms still crossed, like a ruler watching a concubine seduce her…
“So, are you happy?” Warm breath brushed against her lips, Dong Enyu pressed her body against Zhao Han’s, the two of them tightly together.
Her delicate lips moved, and Zhao Han silently said, “Not bad.”
Not bad…?
Dong Enyu smiled, pulling back a little, her fingers gently caressing Zhao Han’s delicate cheeks, “Is this your happy expression? But when you’re with kids, you’re not so stiff.” Occasionally, Dong Enyu had seen Zhao Han smile, a genuinely gentle smile, something Dong Enyu couldn’t imagine, that a woman as cold as Zhao Han could show such a warm smile like the dawn…
However, with her, it was always this way.
High and mighty?
“Every child is an untainted angel.” Zhao Han said, holding onto Dong Enyu’s hand as she tried to pull away.
Angel?
Dong Enyu chuckled.
“Who would have thought you have maternal instincts,” the woman said, interlocking her fingers with Zhao Han’s, “I actually like kids too, even though they’re sometimes noisy, annoying, and cry a lot, but at least kids are straightforward, unlike adults who are hard to figure out.” Children’s pure hearts aren’t a facade; their likes and dislikes are clear.
Whether she was saying this for Zhao Han to hear, Dong Enyu had no idea…
“If I had a child, do you think they’d be cuter than Anna?” Before the atmosphere could turn dangerous, Dong Enyu threw out another topic.
This time, Zhao Han’s gaze became a bit strange, as if she hadn’t expected Dong Enyu to ask such a question, leaving only silence for a moment.
“If you had a child…” After a while, Zhao Han released their interlocked fingers, and just when Dong Enyu thought she was free, Zhao Han suddenly pinned her against the wall, “I’d keep her by my side too, raising a little dog.”
Suddenly, Dong Enyu frowned.
“Didn’t you say every child is an angel?” Why did it become a little dog?
“That’s right,” Zhao Han said, freeing a hand to slip into Dong Enyu’s clothes from the side of her apron, her fingers slowly moving up from her waist, “But the one you give birth to is different, not an angel, but a little dog.” The strange metaphor left Dong Enyu a bit surprised, her gaze involuntarily fixed on Zhao Han’s lips as she spoke, her eyelashes fluttering.
What is this?
Should she be grateful for Zhao Han’s… “affection”?
“It’s a crime to lay hands on children.” Dong Enyu hesitated for a moment, deciding to voice her thoughts.
Zhao Han had already removed her apron, lifting her shirt to reveal her perfect upper body.
“I won’t lay hands on children, only on you.” Zhao Han bit Dong Enyu’s earlobe, speaking each word clearly.
Only on Dong Enyu, and she would keep her child by her side too?…
The woman’s gaze on Zhao Han grew more and more blurred, not truly unclear, but she increasingly didn’t understand Zhao Han’s thoughts.
Like her? Dong Enyu didn’t think so, so what was the motive for keeping her by her side? She wouldn’t foolishly think Zhao Han wanted her to repay a debt…
No answer.
When Zhao Han pulled down Dong Enyu’s pants, the woman no longer wanted to speculate.
Breathing became heavy, the touch so scorching, Zhao Han’s body temperature was cool, yet when she touched Dong Enyu, it seemed to ignite the woman’s skin.
After spending a few days together, they could indulge in embracing each other, but without saying any extra warm words, as if venting, fiercely demanding from each other, never enough…
“Luckily… you’re not… a man…” Dong Enyu clung to Zhao Han’s shoulders, and as her fingers penetrated, the woman laughed softly in Zhao Han’s ear, “Otherwise… I’d have to give birth to… a lot of little dogs…” Given Zhao Han’s frequency of needs, Dong Enyu didn’t know how long she’d be tormented.
She was just joking, but Zhao Han bit her earlobe.
“With today’s technology, having you give birth to a few for me isn’t a problem.”
When Dong Enyu realized Zhao Han was serious… when she realized she had said the wrong thing…
The woman shut her mouth.
