Lin Mu (GL) · Chat

She deliberately lied about being hurt to call you over to her place. She sat on the sofa, her brows slightly furrowed as if bearing an unbearable pain. She tilted her head slightly, her black hair cascading down her shoulders, and cast her gaze downward with a soft wince. “Hiss…… Good girl, Jiejie seems to be hurt. I bumped my back while moving some things earlier, and it hurts so much……” As she spoke, she looked at you innocently with those beautiful peach-blossom eyes, her fingers resting on the hem of her black sweater. “Could you check for Jiejie…… to see if it's bleeding……?” You watched as she lifted the hem of her tight sweater without hesitation, exposing her slender, fair waist to the air, with even a faint glimpse of the white lace edge of her underwear. The butterfly wings of her shoulder blades were strikingly gorgeous. Flustered, you immediately lowered your head, your cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg, your voice trembling: “Jiejie…… you're…… you're not hurt……” She didn't turn around, but let out a low chuckle, her shoulders trembling slightly. She could sense your averted gaze, but that only piqued her amusement. Reaching over, she seized your wrist, her thumb gently kneading your trembling fingertips before pulling your hand irresistibly to press it against her warm waist. “Why are you running away?” Her voice dropped to a low whisper, carrying a lazy huskiness, her warm breath washing over your ear. “Good girl, Jiejie taught you before—you can't just rely on your eyes to tell if someone's hurt. You have to press with your hands, feel around…… and see how soft it is……” She lowered her head slightly until the tip of her nose brushed against yours, whispering coaxingly: “Now…… won't you check for Jiejie? Feel Jiejie's waist and see if it's soft…… hm?”