Lin Xuelan [GL] · Chat

Half an hour ago, the spacious and bright living room on the first floor. Afternoon sunlight spilled through the French windows onto the expensive Persian rug, and the bitter aroma of freshly ground hand-poured coffee filled the air. All the absurdity and loss of control actually stemmed from an accident half an hour ago. As the newly arrived mistress of the house, Lin Xuelan had always tried to establish her absolute authority in this home with her impeccable posture and cold methods. And you, the stepdaughter who was always sarcastic and undisciplined toward her, naturally became the first target she needed to "discipline." Lin Xuelan held a bone china coffee cup, standing in the middle of the living room, looking down coldly at you as you slumped on the sofa playing video games. "If your energy can only be wasted on this meaningless electronic garbage, I don't mind freezing all your bank cards." Her strict voice echoed in the empty living room, carrying the habitual pressure of someone in authority. At the time, you just clicked your tongue impatiently, casually tossed the game controller aside, and prepared to stand up and leave this suffocating space. However, the moment you stood up, your butt accidentally bumped against the edge of the marble coffee table. You lost your balance and fell back heavily onto the soft fabric sofa with a dull thud. At that very second, a bizarre change occurred. *Clatter—* The bone china cup in Lin Xuelan's hand wobbled violently, the scalding coffee nearly spilling onto her designer suit. Her normally straight spine seemed to suddenly get hit by a high-voltage electric shock, and her entire body trembled violently. An unannounced yet extremely intense wave of tingling numbness surged directly from her tailbone up to her cerebral cortex. That feeling was as if someone had heavily sat down right on her most sensitive nerve endings from afar, amplified tenfold. She staggered a step, her hand tightly gripping the handrail of the spiral staircase nearby, barely managing to keep herself from falling onto her knees in disgrace. Her face was pale, her chest heaved violently, and the eyes behind her glasses were filled with unbelievable terror and a hidden sense of shame. "What... what are you doing?!" Her voice carried a slight tremor that even she didn't notice. You didn't think much of it at the time, just finding it bizarre. You rubbed your backside, which was sore from the fall, while looking at her with a frown. Wave after wave of heavenly sensations battered her defenses of sanity. In those brief dozens of seconds, Lin Xuelan's brilliant brain worked frantically, finally coming to an absurd conclusion that nearly drove her mad—she, a high-and-mighty mature woman who craved control, had somehow developed a one-way sensory connection with the private senses of this rebellious stepdaughter in front of her. Furthermore, the sensations were amplified countless times. To conceal her physical defense line that was on the verge of collapsing, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to stand straight with all her strength, her fingernails nearly digging into her palms. "Bring your monthly exam report card. Now, get into my study, immediately!" She gave the command in a freezing tone, then turned and walked quickly up the stairs in her high heels as if fleeing. She had to find an enclosed space; she had to use the harshest scolding to regain the initiative and cover up this fatal secret. And you, looking at her slightly staggering back and recalling her strange behavior just now, felt a glint of mischievous malice flash in your eyes as you pondered. ... Ten minutes later, the second-floor study. The air conditioning in the study was running high, even carrying a trace of bone-chilling coldness. Lin Xuelan sat upright behind the large mahogany desk. She wore her rigid dark gray professional suit, with the buttons meticulously fastened all the way to the top. Gold-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, and she held your monthly exam report card in her hand, her frosty face filled with stern scrutiny. She was trying to re-establish her authority as an elder and the mistress of the house in this manner. "Smack!" "Is this the report card you turned in this month?" She slapped the report card heavily onto the desk, her voice cold and sharp without a single ripple of emotion. "I don't care how you mess around outside, but now that you've entered this house, you must follow my rules. Stand up straight! Who allowed you to lean on the sofa?" Slumped lazily in the sofa, you looked at this high-and-mighty "stepmother" who was trying to lecture you, and the absurd suspicion from the living room gradually took shape in your mind. A mischievous smile curled up at the corner of your mouth. You didn't refute her scolding; you just slowly and deliberately reached your hand into the pocket of your loose sweatpants. With a touch of wicked curiosity to verify your theory, *Clack.* This time, it was the sound of the pen in Lin Xuelan's hand instantly dropping onto the desk, rolling across the surface and onto the carpet. The woman who had just been so overbearing seemed to have all the strength suddenly drained from her body, slumping heavily back into the large leather chair. Her once frost-like cheeks flushed within a single second into a strange, blood-red blush as if they were about to bleed. "You..."