Things happened so suddenly that when Jiang Ling was pressed onto the bed, she was still blinking her big eyes in complete stunned daze.
Huh?
How did things turn into this?!
She awkwardly raised her hands to shield herself in front, barely managing to interrupt Song Meng’s smooth motion of stripping off most of her own clothes. Her voice stuttered: “Dear Miss Song… may I ask what exactly you mean by this?”
Song Meng looked at her trembling, adorable, shrinking appearance and couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. “Why are you so scared of me? It’s not like I’m going to eat you.”
That’s exactly what I’m afraid of!
The current situation instantly made Jiang Ling recall everything she had once gone through— Chatting normally → got pinned. Expressing a little gratitude → got pinned. Begging the other person not to leave → got pinned…
Her life of walking on thin ice, getting pinned every single day!
Jiang Ling shrank her head and forced a dry laugh, trying to divert Song Meng’s attention: “Um… the ceiling in your house is really white, haha…”
Hearing this, Song Meng raised an eyebrow slightly, then reached out with great interest and pushed up the short little top that barely reached Jiang Ling’s waist.
“This place is even whiter.”
“Song Meng, you pervert—ahhh!”
Jiang Ling shouted and tried to kick and punch her, but in the end it was all for nothing. She could only watch with teary eyes as the already scant fabric on her body was stripped completely away.
The moment her bare skin touched the air, it shivered. Jiang Ling couldn’t help but tremble once. Looking at Song Meng’s scorching, almost glued-to-her gaze, an inexplicable wave of shame rose in her heart.
Perhaps because the lighting in the room was too bright, Jiang Ling could even clearly see the surging, burning desire in Song Meng’s eyes—and that made her understand even more clearly just how terrible her current situation was.
A single girl and a single woman alone in a room, parents not at home, only a silly cute kitten scratching at the door frame outside, making faint sounds.
Thump~
“Xiao Ling… is Xiao Ling hungry?!”
Jiang Ling bit her lip, trying hard to suppress the restless heat inside, and raised her hand to push against Song Meng’s body pressing down.
“Our house has an automatic feeder.”
Song Meng casually blocked her flimsy escape excuse.
Jiang Ling realized she couldn’t budge Song Meng at all. She timidly looked up along her collarbone and met those eyes shrouded in dangerous mist—then immediately turned her head away.
“Wuwuwu don’t look at me like that, it’s so scary!”
Right now Song Meng was exactly like a predator that had spotted its prey—rubbing her hands together, eager and ready to pounce.
And upon hearing Jiang Ling say that, Song Meng not only didn’t look away, but stared even more intently, as if wanting to deeply engrave Jiang Ling’s face into her heart.
Being stared at like that made Jiang Ling’s heart crawl with fear. She immediately started brainstorming wildly, then suddenly lifted her head and crashed right into Song Meng’s extremely aggressive gaze.
“Um… how about we take a bath first?”
This clearly made Song Meng’s movements pause for a moment.
Seeing her seem to fall into thought, Jiang Ling hurriedly pressed her advantage: “We walked around outside for so long, and we even went to the cinema—our bodies must be dirty. So let’s take a bath first, okay?”
Jiang Ling’s thinking was very simple: stall for time anyway possible. If she could avoid getting pinned, then avoid it!
Song Meng’s thinking was even simpler.
She and Jiang Ling had indeed been out for quite a while; they really should take a bath first… and then “enjoy properly.”
So Song Meng almost cheerfully nodded, slowly got up from Jiang Ling, turned and went to the bathroom to prepare fresh clothes and towels.
Seeing this, Jiang Ling immediately breathed a huge sigh of relief. Her eyes quickly scanned the room while her mind fantasized about how she could sneak out without anyone noticing—
“Are you right now thinking about nothing but how to escape?”
Song Meng suddenly poked her head out from the bathroom, looking leisurely at the frowning,苦脸 Jiang Ling.
Caught red-handed, Jiang Ling’s pupils shook violently for a second, then she quickly regained composure and pretended to be calm: “Huh? How could that be… I… I’m not…”
The more she spoke, the more guilty she sounded. In the end she simply stood up and started pacing back and forth in the room, trying to distract herself.
Song Meng didn’t pursue it further. After confirming everything in the bathroom was ready, she walked out and looked at Jiang Ling: “Go ahead. The water’s already heated.”
Jiang Ling actually didn’t really want to go, but since it was her own suggestion, she couldn’t exactly refuse. So she could only steel herself and slowly shuffle toward the bathroom.
Sigh, whatever… just go with the flow.
Jiang Ling closed the bathroom door. Looking at everything Song Meng had thoughtfully prepared for her, she felt an indescribable emotion.
It was exactly like an abominable hunter who had prepared heaps of delicious food, just waiting for the lively prey to hop cheerfully into the trap!
Of course, as the prey, no matter how embarrassed Jiang Ling felt inside, she could only whimper and start showering.
The water temperature was just right. The eyebrows of Jiang Ling—who had planned to dawdle—relaxed, and her mood calmed down quite a bit. For a moment she even forgot there was still a Song Meng waiting outside. She started humming a little tune while showering.
Just as Jiang Ling was rubbing bubbles all over herself, she heard the door behind her make a sound. Puzzled, she slightly turned her head—and saw Song Meng walk in as if nothing was unusual.
The things in her hand instantly fell to the floor.
Thump—
Jiang Ling stared dumbfounded at Song Meng who had entered so naturally. Her voice almost broke through the ceiling: “Why did you just walk in so casually like that?!”
Watching Jiang Ling慌乱 retreat a step, Song Meng looked especially innocent: “This is my bathroom. Why can’t I come in?”
“You can come in, but… but I’m showering!”
Jiang Ling raised her hands in panic and covered herself, involuntarily taking another step back.
However, because it was too sudden, one foot stepped on the soapy water. The slippery sensation made her whole body tip violently backward—she was about to crash heavily onto the floor.
“Careful!”
Song Meng immediately stepped forward, nimbly grabbing Jiang Ling’s arm while her other hand supported her waist and pulled her back.
Although Jiang Ling wasn’t heavy, she was still an adult’s full weight. Even exerting all her strength, Song Meng only barely managed to hold her steady and prevent the fall.
The sudden accident made Jiang Ling’s heart leap into her throat. She clutched Song Meng’s hand tightly, but at the same time seemed to realize something and arched her body, refusing to lean forward.
“What are you shrinking for?”
Seeing this, Song Meng couldn’t help laughing.
“I’m covered in foam and water… it’ll get your clothes dirty.”
Jiang Ling tried hard to curl up while saying this in embarrassment. Right now, from posture to color, she looked exactly like a freshly steamed large shrimp.
“Clothes get dirty? Just wash them. If you keep shrinking I might not be able to hold you much longer.”
Song Meng didn’t mind at all and used a bit more strength.
Hearing this, Jiang Ling didn’t dare shrink back anymore. She cautiously shuffled two small steps toward Song Meng.
Because Song Meng was supporting Jiang Ling with her own body, their bodies inevitably pressed tightly together. Most of the unrinsed foam on Jiang Ling ended up smeared onto Song Meng’s clothes.
Jiang Ling pursed her lips, stared at Song Meng’s wet clothes, and without much thought directly reached up to tug at them: “Wearing wet clothes… better take them off…”
Feeling Jiang Ling’s completely unguarded movements, Song Meng said nothing, simply allowing Jiang Ling to peel off her thin outer layer and set it aside.
Seeing that Song Meng’s upper body was now only in a pure white short-sleeved shirt, Jiang Ling still didn’t sense anything wrong and even softly urged: “Hurry up and take it off.”
This made the smile on Song Meng’s lips deepen. Taking advantage of her height, she looked down at Jiang Ling’s skin—steamed pink and white by the hot water—and her voice carried an almost overflowing teasing tone.
“Didn’t expect you to be in such a hurry?”
Hearing the words whispered near her ear, Jiang Ling froze.
She blankly looked at their current situation:
Herself covered in foam, naked, collapsed in Song Meng’s arms, hands desperately tugging at the other’s clothes, mouth saying “hurry up and take it off”…
Wasn’t this exactly the image of a woman burning with desire, desperately needing to be “comforted”?!
Jiang Ling’s ears instantly turned bright red. She gritted her teeth and punched Song Meng’s shoulder once: “What the hell are you thinking in that head of yours? Seriously!”
“I’m thinking of you—”
“…Please don’t continue. I suddenly feel this weird sense of shame, like I’m being sexually harassed or something.”
Jiang Ling turned her face away. As she said, her expression was flushed red all over.
Song Meng tsked regretfully, casually took down a towel and set it aside, then smoothly began undressing herself.
“Y-y-you—what are you doing?!”
Jiang Ling慌乱 turned her body away. For a moment something fair and soft seemed to flash before her eyes.
How come this person just strips naked without any warning?!
Song Meng didn’t hear Jiang Ling’s inner rant. She removed the last restricting garment, tossed it into the nearby bin, then glanced at Jiang Ling—who had turned away and was covering her eyes—and opened the showerhead with a half-smile.
Water instantly poured over both of them. Jiang Ling’s body curves, previously hidden by foam, were now fully revealed. The large mirror beside them quickly fogged up.
“Ah!”
Jiang Ling let out a surprised low cry, then looked at Song Meng in confusion as she approached: “What’s wrong?”
The answer was Song Meng’s body pressing close from behind.
Because of the position, they weren’t face-to-face. It was more like Song Meng had wrapped around Jiang Ling from the back, arms loosely encircling her slender waist.
“Ah… so ticklish…”
Compared to resistance, what Jiang Ling felt more was an unbearable restless heat. She unconsciously twisted her body—and this only made her already smooth skin even more slippery, as if someone had spread lubricant between them.
The bathroom light had a slightly orange warm tone. Shining on Jiang Ling, it made her anxious expression look especially ambiguous.
“Let’s shower together.”
Song Meng leaned close to her ear and spoke in a slightly seductive voice.
Jiang Ling felt like she was stepping bit by bit into a trap—dizzy and confused, yet not knowing what to do. She could only brace herself and weakly refuse: “This… this isn’t good, right?”
“What’s not good about it?”
Looking at Jiang Ling’s half-refusing, half-welcoming appearance, the curve of Song Meng’s smiling lips grew even bigger. Her fingertip pressed lightly against Jiang Ling’s now lipstick-free lips. As she leaned down, the next questioning sentence was swallowed in the tangle of lips and tongues.
“Wasn’t it you who invited me first?”