Miss Forensics – Chapter 75.1

Faith

The buttons on the patient gown could only be unfastened down to below the collarbone. Song Yuhang trembled as she helped her unbutton the last one.

She swallowed and said, “Can you… take it off by yourself?”

Lin Yan shook her head slightly and tilted her neck back. “I can’t lift my hands.”

“…,” Song Yuhang pursed her lips, circled behind her, and grabbed the hem of her clothes to lift them over her head and pull them off.

Lin Yan’s brown hair hung smoothly on her snow-white shoulders. The bathroom heater was on, providing warmth, but she still felt a bit cold and shivered.

Song Yuhang supported her firmly, and a layer of warmth spread across her face due to the mist in the bathroom.

Lin Yan slightly turned her back and rested her hands on the edge of the bathtub. “It’s a bit cold.”

Song Yuhang understood that she was urging her. She reluctantly focused her mind and tried to remove the final restraint, but somehow her usually nimble fingers became tangled.

With her head buried, Lin Yan chuckled softly. “Officer Song, can you do it?”

When she acted coquettish, she would elongate her voice and call her, “Captain Song~”

When she was angry, she would shout her name with both her first and last names: Song Yuhang!

Only in moments like these, when she deliberately wanted to tease her, would she call her “Officer Song.” These two words floated lightly from her mouth and, because of the added surname and title, carried an intriguing meaning.

Song Yuhang felt a surge of hot blood rush to her head, but she managed to restrain herself. Just outside the bathroom door was her mother’s bedroom, and secondly, there was the scar on her back the size of a bowl, a penetrating wound that still appeared somewhat shocking.

Song Yuhang took a deep breath, forcing herself to look away. She unfastened the clasps for her, lowering her voice with a hint of gritted teeth.

“Don’t underestimate me. Do you really think I can’t do it?”

Lin Yan let her move freely and turned around to sit in the bathtub. Song Yuhang’s pupils contracted, and her breathing quickened.

“After all, you haven’t really tried it, have you?”

Song Yuhang wanted to look away, but couldn’t bear to. Restlessness and the deeply buried impulse tore at her sanity.

She slightly narrowed her eyes, her Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, as she placed her hand on Lin Yan’s shoulder.

Before Lin Yan could fully enjoy her mischievous smile, she was suddenly scooped up and carried into the bathtub.

The tone was urgent, fast-paced, and even a bit rough, but the actions were gentle.

“Shut up. Say one more word, and I’ll let you try.”

The hot water dispelled the chill and swept away the fatigue of the day.

Lin Yan leaned on the edge of the bathtub, looking at her with a gaze that carried a hint of innocent curiosity, as if knowingly asking.

“Try what?”

Song Yuhang felt like her lungs were going to explode. She threw a towel at Lin Yan and angrily slammed the door as she left.

“Wash yourself. Call me if you need anything!”

As she listened to the sound of her departing footsteps and the bustling water in the kitchen, Lin Yan burst into laughter, even leaning slightly against the bathtub and humming a song.

Tsk, such a tease.

Quite innocent, indeed.

After Song Yuhang finished washing the dishes, tidying up the kitchen, and cleaning the living room, she went to the bedroom and made the bed, but still didn’t see Lin Yan come out.

Song Yuhang furrowed her brows and walked over to lightly knock on the door. “Lin Yan, are you alright?”

Lin Yan, wrapped in the cozy water temperature and mist, was dozing off lazily in the bathtub, not wanting to move at all. When she heard her speak, she reluctantly stood up and grabbed a nearby robe from the shelf, putting it on hastily.

“I’m okay.”

She stood up too quickly, and before the words even left her mouth, she felt a dizzy spell, her head feeling light and her surroundings spinning.

Just as Song Yuhang entered the room, she saw Lin Yan about to fall and quickly caught her, lifting her up in her arms.

Lin Yan, still in shock, had a pale face with a rosy blush from the steam of the hot water. Water droplets clung to her eyelashes, and instinctively, she hooked her arms around Song Yuhang’s neck, hanging onto her.

Song Yuhang chuckled and took two steps back, carrying her as they walked out. She slightly quickened her pace, fearing that her mother might suddenly appear.

It wasn’t until they returned to the room, placed her on the bed, and locked the bedroom door that Song Yuhang finally breathed a sigh of relief. She went to find a hairdryer to dry Lin Yan’s hair.

“You…” Song Yuhang turned around and suddenly froze. She had been too preoccupied with worrying about Lin Yan’s well-being that she now noticed what was underneath her shirt…

Her clothes were too big, and Lin Yan was thin. They hung loosely on her shoulders, with the buttons unfastened. The pure white shirt became paper-thin after being soaked in water.

Lower down…

In an instant, Song Yuhang’s face turned red.

Damn, only a sage could endure this.

After a whole day of turmoil, Lin Yan was truly exhausted. She wanted to sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow. Before she could even pull the covers over herself, her vision suddenly went dark.

Song Yuhang turned off the lights.

Before she could regain her senses, she was sealed by a scorching breath.

Song Yuhang’s slippers were kicked to the side.

The sound of fabric friction rustled in the air.

Song Yuhang tucked a pillow beneath her waist.

Lin Yan was forced to raise her head.

Her delicate and fair wrists were reddened by her grip.

The bloodshot veins in Song Yuhang’s eyes never faded.

The ticking of the clock on the wall was accompanied by a certain secretive sound.

Song Yuhang, gasping for breath, lifted her head and carefully observed Lin Yan’s face in the darkness.

Lin Yan’s red lips slightly parted, and her pale face took on a layer of rouge.

Her frail neck was completely exposed in Song Yuhang’s gaze.

When they locked eyes, it was as if a fire had completely burned away their rationality.

Just as everything was reaching a climax, there was a knock on the door.

Song Yuhang’s movements faltered, and she bent down again. Lin Yan tilted her head slightly and rested her hand on Song Yuhang’s shoulder.

“Yuhang, open the door. Are you asleep? I’ll bring another blanket for you two-“

Mother Song’s voice.

Song Yuhang furrowed her brows and ignored it. She held onto Lin Yan’s hand and bent down again. Before she could touch her cheek, the knocking on the door resumed.

“Yuhang, Yuhang…”

Veins throbbed on Song Yuhang’s forehead, and Lin Yan chuckled. She cupped Song Yuhang’s face, glanced at the door, and gestured for her to go and open it.

Unable to do otherwise, Song Yuhang reluctantly climbed out of the realm of tenderness and quickly put on her pajamas. She covered Lin Yan tightly with a blanket before rushing to open the door.

“Mom, I’m coming. What are you doing at this late hour?”

Mother Song peeked inside and lowered her voice. “Is Yanyan asleep? Why is your face so red?”

Song Yuhang felt like crying but had no tears. If it weren’t for her mother’s interruption, she would have already put Lin Yan to sleep. She was afraid that her mother might notice something, so she hurriedly shooed her away.

“She’s asleep, she’s asleep. You should go back to sleep as well.”

Song Yuhang held the blanket in her hands and shook her head with a hint of helplessness as she closed the door.

Lin Yan quietly revealed one eye from under the covers. “She’s gone?”

Song Yuhang nodded. “Yes, she’s gone. Are you feeling cold?”

Lin Yan shook her head. “A little hot.”

Her face was still flushed.

Song Yuhang piled the blanket onto the computer chair and pounced on the bed, pinning Lin Yan down. “Continue.”

Before she could lean down again, the knocking on the door resounded once more, and Mother Song returned.

“Yuhang, open the door. Look at my forgetfulness. I only brought you the blanket and forgot the pillow.”

Song Yuhang was going crazy. Frustrated, she went to open the door, elongating her voice. “Mom!!!”

“Oh dear, look at you throwing such a tantrum. Okay, okay, I won’t disturb your rest anymore.” Mother Song peeked inside again, but Song Yuhang blocked her line of sight by leaning against the door frame with her hand.

“Yanyan is really asleep? But I just heard her talking. Did I mishear?”

“Mom—” Song Yuhang felt like crying but had no tears. She was almost on her knees.

If she were a guy, she probably would have…

“Please, please, go to sleep earlier. Don’t come anymore, we don’t need anything, really.” As she spoke, she kept pushing her mother out of the door. She watched her enter her room before finally feeling relieved. She locked the door and leaned against it, speechless and choked up.

Unable to hold back, Lin Yan burst into laughter. Song Yuhang pounced on her and tickled her, and the two of them laughed and tumbled together.

“If I had known, I would have listened to you and booked a room.”

Lin Yan held her restless hand and let out a small yawn, nestling into her embrace, her long eyelashes fluttering.

“Don’t tease me, I’m a little tired.”

Song Yuhang pouted, feeling a bit aggrieved. “But…”

Tonight, Lin Yan teased her and even kissed her, but she, on the other hand, didn’t get any advantages at all.

It’s so heart-wrenching. Maybe she was brought back by Mother Song.

“Hmm?” Lin Yan raised her gaze and looked at her, like a lazy and enchanting cat extending her paw to rest on Song Yuhang’s shoulder.

Her breath tickled Song Yuhang’s neck.

“I’m really sleepy.”

With that, she let out another small yawn.

Seeing how exhausted she looked, Song Yuhang reluctantly restrained her desires, although she still longed for more.

“Alright, let’s go to sleep.”

Lin Yan, satisfied, turned over and prepared to sleep. However, she was pulled back into Song Yuhang’s embrace. Immediately, she felt a chill as her only piece of clothing was thrown out.

Song Yuhang held her tightly. “Just sleep.”

Through gritted teeth, Lin Yan said, “You…”

The posture of holding her from behind was intimate and playful. Song Yuhang whispered into Lin Yan’s ear, “Sleep like this. I’ll give you five minutes. If you can’t fall asleep, you’ll have to bear the consequences.”

“I…” Lin Yan choked on her words, nearly choking herself. She grabbed Song Yuhang’s arm and bit down on it.

She bit fiercely.

Song Yuhang treated it as if she were letting a little wolf cub sharpen its teeth.

She even cheerfully whistled in Lin Yan’s ear. “It’s okay, bite away. Once you’re healed, for every bite, I’ll repay it twice. It’s all debts, Forensic Doctor Lin.”

She mimicked her tone and called her “Forensic Doctor Lin” teasingly.

Lin Yan’s face flushed, and she was about to blurt out a curse word. Sensing the hand circling her waist becoming more and more mischievous, she endured and endured. Her eyes were red, but in the end, she obediently closed them.

Perhaps she was indeed a bit tired from all the teasing. Before the five minutes were up, a steady rhythm of breathing could be heard.

Song Yuhang lifted herself slightly and planted a kiss on Lin Yan’s cheek. Lin Yan seemed to sense something and turned around, nestling into Song Yuhang’s embrace like a weary bird returning to its nest.

Song Yuhang chuckled. Well, with a beauty in her arms, it seemed that she would have a hard time falling asleep tonight.

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