Sweetness at the head
When Song Yuhang climbed in through the window, she was almost falling asleep. Upon hearing the noise, Lin Yan instantly became alert and reached for the fruit knife on the bedside.
It wasn’t until she recognized the familiar sound that Song Yuhang took the fruit knife from her hand and tucked her wrist back into the blanket, saying, “It’s me.”
Only then did Lin Yan relax again, turning to look at her and slightly narrowing her eyes as she let out a small yawn.
“Why are you so late?”
“I got a little delayed by something,” Song Yuhang smiled, leaning in to embrace her.
Lin Yan furrowed her brows and leaned over, sniffing in her embrace.
Observing Lin Yan’s expression, Song Yuhang slightly moved back and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Before she could finish speaking, her collar was grabbed and forcefully pulled closer. Lin Yan grabbed her clothes and sniffed again.
Song Yuhang said, “No way, I took a shower before coming here.”
Lin Yan let go of her and pushed her away. “It’s not my perfume. Where have you been fooling around? Tell me the truth, or I won’t spare you.”
The smile on Song Yuhang’s face faded, and she scratched her head in a somewhat helpless manner. “You can even detect this…”
Lin Yan snorted coldly. “I can smell a corpse from a mile away, let alone you.”
Seeing her expression becoming increasingly unpleasant, teetering on the edge of erupting, Song Yuhang took the initiative to surrender.
“It’s not what you think! My sister-in-law came over for dinner today, and my niece was with her. I spent some time playing with them. My sister-in-law had a bit too much to drink and couldn’t drive, so I drove them home. After that, I hurried over here.” Song Yuhang tugged at her clothes and sniffed them. How come she couldn’t smell anything at all?
“The perfume… It might have been from that time.”
Lin Yan stared at her face, not missing any slightest change in expression.
Although she couldn’t compare to Song Yuhang in terms of investigative experience and expertise in microexpressions, she could still tell if someone was telling the truth or not.
Song Yuhang quietly sighed in her heart. Having a genius forensic scientist as a girlfriend was truly challenging. Nothing could escape her eyes.
Song Yuhang moved closer, half-kneeling by the bedside, and embraced her, cupping her face and bringing their noses together.
“Don’t you trust me?”
Lin Yan averted her gaze and lowered her eyes, clearly still angry.
Song Yuhang chuckled and gently lifted her chin, making her look at her. “Do you lack confidence in yourself or in me?”
“I…” Lin Yan gritted her teeth. “Anyway, I won’t allow you to get too close to other women, no, not even men.”
Song Yuhang laughed and brushed away a few stray strands of hair falling on her cheek, tucking them behind her ear. She then rubbed her face.
“What are you thinking? I only want to be close to you. Or perhaps…” Her eyes flickered slightly, her gaze landing on Lin Yan’s lips.
“You find my level of closeness insufficient.”
Lin Yan instinctively covered her lips. Here she goes again. Does she want to take advantage of the fact that she is currently powerless?
Song Yuhang burst into laughter and pinched her nose, her expression turning serious. “It’s actually you. I didn’t mind before, but from now on, you can only be mine.”
Miss Lin even raised her tail arrogantly. She snorted, “Dream on. I won’t tie myself to one tree and die.”
Song Yuhang gritted her teeth and tickled her. “Give it a try, give it a try. I won’t kill you.”
Lin Yan was tickled to the point of laughter, panting heavily, with a thin layer of sweat on her body and a rosy complexion.
Song Yuhang covered her mouth with her hand. “Shh, keep it down.”
Lin Yan nodded, a smile lingering in her eyes. Song Yuhang was still partially resting on her, her gaze growing deep.
For the convenience of changing bandages, she had been only wearing a tank top these past few days. The strap on the injured shoulder had slipped down, causing the whole outfit to appear somewhat loose.
Song Yuhang discreetly swallowed her saliva. She wondered why, when Ji Jingxing embraced her, her subconscious reaction was aversion and avoidance, but when it came to Lin Yan, she didn’t feel that way at all. Even if she didn’t initiate it, she had a strong desire to get close to her.
Lin Yan watched as she slowly leaned down and lightly touched her wound through the gauze, causing her eyes to widen in surprise.
“Song–“
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Song Yuhang tightly covered her lips, and a wave of heat surged between them. Lin Yan was forced to tilt her head back, gripping the bedsheet tightly.
It seemed like she had always enjoyed staring at the back of her neck a long time ago, and it eventually developed into liking to pinch her cervical vertebrae(nape). So now…
“Lin Yan, do you know how wolves express their fondness for their own kind?”
Lin Yan slightly turned her head, intending to catch her breath, but she inadvertently gave her an advantage. “You fucking give me…”
Her latter words were completely overshadowed by her actions.
“Wolves, when hunting, like to bite and sever the necks of their prey. Expressing fondness is no exception, just much gentler, like intertwining necks like this.”
Lin Yan closed her eyes, swallowing her saliva. The hand that resisted on her shoulder gradually lost strength and was firmly grasped by the other person.
Lin Yan was completely enveloped by the scent of sunshine emanating from her.
Song Yuhang was slightly impatient. “Lin Yan, I want…”
She knew it wasn’t the right time, shouldn’t be teasing her like this, but her young body was being dominated by such intense impulses for the first time. Only her remaining rationality told her she should seek her opinion.
Lin Yan’s face turned red to the roots of her ears. She gritted her teeth. “What do you think?”
“I think you should let me taste a little sweetness.”
The sound of fabric rubbing against fabric followed, and the blanket was lifted.
Lin Yan’s small resistance could be easily disregarded.
Song Yuhang pressed her hand onto the pillow, just about to make a move, when a voice came from outside the door.
“Is Miss asleep?”
The butler who was keeping watch at night responded respectfully, “She just fell asleep not long ago.”
Lin Ge walked inside. “It’s alright, I’ll go check on her.”
Song Yuhang rolled over and got up, picking up her clothes and inspecting the surroundings for potential hiding places, but the spacious ward didn’t even have a wardrobe.
Lin Yan also quickly sat up, tidied her clothes, ran her fingers through her hair, and gestured for her to leave through the window.
No matter how you looked at it, this scene was peculiar.
Song Yuhang wanted to laugh in her heart, but still followed her instructions. She leaped out, holding onto her clothes and hanging them on the air conditioner unit, then casually closed the window.
Lin Ge pushed open the door and entered.
Lin Yan held a fashion magazine in her hands, completely engrossed in it, flipping through the pages without lifting her head.
“Oh, how come the busy person has time to come and see me today?”
Lin Ge put down the things in his hands, brought over a chair, and sat by the bedside. “Well, I finished my work and came over.”
He was still dressed in a suit, with a white coat draped over it, clearly having come straight from the hospital after finishing his shift.
A slight smile appeared on Lin Yan’s lips. “What did you bring?”
Lin Ge rummaged through the paper bag he had brought and laid out the items one by one. “My mom made some small cakes and insisted that I bring them to you. I told her you wouldn’t be able to finish them. Honestly…”
He shook his head, somewhat helpless. “And there’s a neck and shoulder massager. I was worried that your neck might feel uncomfortable from lying down for too long. This is a cream developed by our hospital. It’s quite moisturizing for dry skin in autumn and winter. Many patients at our hospital are using it.”
Lin Yan set aside the magazine and picked up the cream. “Oh, it feels nice. I’ll try it another day.”
As soon as she put down the magazine, Lin Ge’s gaze fixated on her neck. Lin Yan noticed and touched it.
“What’s wrong?”
Lin Ge glanced left and right, extending his hand to gently move aside the blanket for a closer look. “What’s wrong with your neck?”
Lin Yan suddenly realized, her face slightly reddening. She quickly pulled the blanket back up, inwardly cursing: “Damn it, Song Yuhang, you left marks after biting me.”
“It’s… it’s nothing… I scratched it myself… hehe…”
Even Lin Yan herself felt that her smile was extremely awkward.
Song Yuhang, who was eavesdropping outside the window, couldn’t help but curl her lips. But in her mind, she wondered, “Why isn’t he leaving yet?”
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Scratching the wall.
Seeing her face turning particularly red, Lin Ge thought she might be feeling unwell and placed his hand on her forehead.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
Lin Yan slightly recoiled. “No… just feeling a bit warm.”
“Yeah, it’s a bit warm.” The air conditioning in the room was set to the maximum, and Lin Ge felt a bit stuffy as soon as he entered. He looked around but couldn’t find the remote control. He stood up, intending to open the window for ventilation.
Lin Yan immediately sat up straight on the bed and exclaimed, “Don’t–“
Lin Ge’s hand had already reached the window frame, but her sudden cry startled him. “What’s wrong?”
Lin Yan let out a sigh of relief and slowly sat back down. “Don’t, don’t open it. It’s a bit chilly now.”
“……”
Is it really okay for you to keep changing your mind between feeling cold and warm?
Lin Ge walked back and picked up the stethoscope that was left on the bedside table when the morning doctor came for rounds. He put it around his neck and held her, saying, “Don’t move, let me listen.”
“Eh… No need.” Lin Yan was only wearing a tank top and originally intended to dodge, but she saw his serious expression, open demeanor, and the concern in his eyes.
Lin Yan’s heart warmed, so she relented.
“What about you, a dentist, examining internal medicine?”
“What’s wrong with being a dentist? Aren’t forensic doctors also required to study basic medicine? Besides, your brother here has a dual degree—”
Lin Yan clicked her tongue. “Here we go again. You’re calling me fat and now you’re out of breath.”
Lin Ge chuckled and put away the stethoscope. “Alright, there’s nothing serious. Get some rest, and in a few days, I’ll bring some scar-healing ointment.”
Lin Yan nodded, eager for him to leave. “Please, just go already. I’m really fine. Stop coming over to me all the time. Your bunch of admirers, those little sisters, must hate me to death.”
Lin Ge adjusted her bed, fluffed a pillow, and tucked in the sheets for her. His expression remained gentle under the dim yellow light.
From childhood to now, Lin Ge’s kindness towards her hadn’t really changed.
“What admirers? Sisters, older sisters, they’re not as important as you.”
Lin Yan felt a shiver down her spine. “Go away, go away, go away.”
Lin Ge chuckled, dimmed the bedside lamp for her, and gently closed the door as he walked out.
His footsteps echoed in the corridor.
The butler bowed. “Young Master, allow me to escort you out.”
Only then did Song Yuhang push open the window and climb in. Looking at the table filled with items Lin Ge brought and their recent interaction, she pursed her lips, feeling a bit jealous.
“If he weren’t your brother, I would genuinely be jealous.”
Lin Yan adjusted herself on the bed and gestured for her to sit at the bedside. She rolled her eyes. “You say I’m jealous, but you must have been soaking in a vinegar jar all this time. He’s my brother, we have a sibling relationship since childhood. What are you thinking?”
Song Yuhang shrugged, not delving deeper into the thought. The way she and her brother interacted wasn’t like that. She and Song Yichen had been fighting since they were young. Song Yichen felt she had taken away their parents’ love, while she felt Song Yichen had taken away what should have been hers—anything delicious or fun, he always got it first.
As a result, they often had intense fights at home, creating chaos.
Fortunately, because of this, their childhood wasn’t dull and boring. Unlike Lin Yan, who had been fostered in other people’s homes since she was young, it was understandable that her bond with Lin Ge was stronger.
As Song Yuhang thought about this, she felt a bit more pity for Lin Yan and leaned down slightly.
Lin Yan covered her mouth with her hand. “I’m still a patient.”
Song Yuhang pulled her hand away. “I know—”
Lin Yan covered it again. “You know shit.”
Song Yuhang chuckled and moved her hand away. “Am I that kind of person?”
Lin Yan nodded. “Yes, you are.”
“Alright then, if that’s how it is to you, then it is. I don’t mind, really.”
As she spoke, she pressed down on Lin Yan’s hand and leaned down again.
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Lin Yan turned her face away, tightly closing her eyes. But instead of an expected kiss, it landed unexpectedly on her forehead.
Reluctantly, Song Yuhang got up. “Alright, you should go to sleep.”
Lin Yan hesitated and watched as Song Yuhang put on her coat, about to leave. She then caught hold of the hem of her clothes.
“Um… Stay a little longer.”
Song Yuhang was taken aback, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She looked at Lin Yan thoughtfully.
Lin Yan turned her face away and mumbled, “Forget it, you better go. Lest…”
As soon as she finished speaking, she swiftly lifted the covers, and Song Yuhang slipped in.
“Sleep, sleep. By the way, no one will come over tonight, right?”
Lin Yan shifted to make room for her to lie beside her, still avoiding eye contact. Her ears turned slightly red. “No, the butler is watching outside the door.”
“That’s good.” A voice with a hint of laughter sounded in her ear.
Before Lin Yan could fully comprehend what was happening, her head was covered by the blanket, and the world plunged into darkness.
“What… What are you doing?”
“Taking advantage. After all, you were the one who invited me to stay.”
LP: Wrong timin, Lin Ge!
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