After Transmigrating into a Book, I Was Entangled by a Crazy and Beautiful Villain - Chapter 44

Song Linlin observed the condition of the person opposite her. Originally, the other party’s light breathing was almost imperceptible, but now it seemed to have quickened significantly. She could clearly hear the faint sound of air with each breath, and even her expression was no longer as calm as it initially was, gradually undergoing some changes.

The atmosphere in the room became subtly strained, permeated by a peculiar feeling.

Song Linlin couldn’t smell the scent emanating from her own body, but this odor, sweet like honey, diffused into the air and drifted into Chi Qianning’s nose. The scent was too strong to ignore.

Although the effect of the medicinal fragrance was diminished compared to the full potency of the Hehuan Powder (Aphrodisiac Powder), the smell wasn’t completely ineffective on Chi Qianning. As the scent entered her body, the speed of her blood circulation accelerated significantly. Chi Qianning felt an inexplicable heat starting to rise within her body.

It was as if a hot current was surging through her veins; the places it flowed through felt ignited, and her body temperature followed suit, rising slightly.

These past few days, Chi Qianning had slowly gained control over the various desires arising from her rutting period. Now, influenced by that scent, those desires began to revive, feeling increasingly intense, vaguely showing a tendency to return to the state of the first few days.

This was not a good sign. Chi Qianning clenched her fingers into her palm, and only when she spoke did, she realize her voice had become hoarse, trembling with suppression. She looked at Song Linlin and said, “Go take a bath.”

She couldn’t allow the scent to continue spreading. Just smelling this medicinal fragrance for a while had started to affect her. If it continued, who knew what might happen.

Song Linlin also quickly nodded. She could, of course, sense the tension in the atmosphere right now. Her scent was indeed too overpowering, and she needed to clean it off immediately.

She stood up, preparing to walk out of the room to fetch water for a bath, but a hand with distinctly bony contours suddenly grabbed her wrist with great force, pulling back Song Linlin’s forward-moving step.

“Wait,” the person behind her said.

Song Linlin turned her head, looking questioningly at the owner of the hand. Chi Qianning’s pale face was now tinged with an extremely faint pink. She was so fair that even this subtle change was quite noticeable on her.

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

Held by her, Song Linlin secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She had been told to take a bath, so why did the other person suddenly grab her at this moment? It was difficult not to feel nervous.

Especially since Song Linlin could feel the temperature of the palm gripping her wrist. In her memory, it should have been cool, but now it had warmed up slightly.

Unconsciously, even without smelling the fragrance of the Hehuan Powder, Song Linlin felt her heartbeat quicken significantly.

“It’s too inefficient,” Chi Qianning stated.

Her current state wasn’t good. Chi Qianning looked up at Song Linlin and chose the quickest and most effective solution.

Forming a hand seal, Chi Qianning directly cast a Cleansing Spell (Jing Shen Shu) on Song Linlin. After the spell was finished, she was still slightly uneasy and cast several more in succession.

Only after confirming that Song Linlin truly had no strange smell on her did Chi Qianning release the hand she had tightly gripped. A slightly pale impression was left on the other party’s wrist.

Because of the Cleansing Spell, the Clear Heart Dew (Qing Xin Lu) that had been applied to Song Linlin’s nose was also purified. Now she could smell scents other than the cool fragrance of the Clear Heart Dew.

Song Linlin immediately raised her arm again, bent her head down, and sniffed the air around her sleeve. This time, there was truly no extraneous scent left, a result that relieved Song Linlin slightly.

She turned to look at Chi Qianning, meeting her eyes, which still held a hint of unusual emotion. The other’s red eyes narrowed slightly, and she said with some displeasure, “What were you doing all day? How did you get such a strong scent of that on you?”

This question made Song Linlin feel genuinely awkward to answer. She involuntarily and guiltily shifted her gaze, avoiding eye contact with the person in front of her. Her eyes began to dart around, stammering and afraid to reply, causing her ears to turn red with embarrassment.

After brewing for a long while, Song Linlin still didn’t dare not answer Chi Qianning’s question. She could only endure the other’s suspicious gaze and spoke vaguely, “Well… I was just staying with Zhang San, learning how to refine medicine…”

After saying this, Song Linlin silently prayed that the other person wouldn’t press her about what kind of medicine she was refining.

However, the more she feared something, the more it happened. Chi Qianning continued with a perplexed tone, “What kind of medicine were you refining?”

Logically speaking, refining ordinary medicinal pills wouldn’t produce such an effect. Although Chi Qianning didn’t understand alchemy, deep down she felt that Song Linlin must not have been refining anything proper.

At this point, it was truly impossible to avoid the question. Since the other person had asked so directly, Song Linlin could only brace herself, lightly cough twice, and then, steeling her resolve, she said outright, “Ahem, it was Hehuan Powder.”

Chi Qianning: …

Hearing this answer, Chi Qianning fell silent. This response was indeed quite unexpected. She had sent Song Linlin to study alchemy with Zhang San, originally hoping that Song Linlin would stop wasting her time every day doing meaningless things; learning alchemy was a legitimate endeavor.

Yet, Song Linlin had gone with the person to refine something like Hehuan Powder. Regardless, Chi Qianning was utterly speechless at this moment.

Silence descended upon the scene.

Song Linlin secretly sized up the other person. Saying something like that was a huge test for herself. She was, of course, very embarrassed right now, but after speaking those words, Song Linlin inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

She had already refined it, and nothing could change that reality now. Song Linlin finally understood what it felt like to be a ‘dead pig unafraid of boiling water’ (Shi Zhu Bu Pa Kai Shui Tang – a mindset of having nothing left to lose).

By changing her mindset, she was no longer embarrassed; she could even face Chi Qianning with composure.

Chi Qianning looked at Song Linlin, who now seemed righteous and self-assured, and finally could only say, “Song Linlin, sometimes I genuinely don’t understand what you are doing.”

She had intended to send Song Linlin to learn and become an alchemist, but the other person always managed to give her a surprise.

Song Linlin was no longer embarrassed. Moreover, this thing was clearly suggested by Zhang San, even though she chose to refine it.

She rubbed her nose and muttered softly, “Refining Hehuan Powder wasn’t entirely my idea; Zhang San brought it out.”

However, Song Linlin spoke this with very little conviction. She stared at Chi Qianning, seeing the face that was still slightly flushed and hearing the slightly hurried breathing. Recalling the other’s no longer icy body temperature, Song Linlin felt a tickling sensation in her heart, sensing that she might also have been somewhat affected by the Hehuan Powder.

“Go to sleep!” Song Linlin suddenly said.

Chi Qianning gave her a strange look. The effect of the Hehuan Powder’s scent on her hadn’t entirely vanished yet. She instinctively wanted to refuse, but before the refusal could leave her mouth, Song Linlin reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling Chi Qianning up from the chair.

Then, Song Linlin pushed Chi Qianning’s shoulder from behind, guiding her forward, “Come on, it’s dark already, it really is time to sleep.”

The distance wasn’t long; it was just a few steps to the edge of the bed. Chi Qianning turned around to face Song Linlin, “What are you d—”

Before she could finish the second half of her sentence, Chi Qianning’s back landed on the bed. The unsaid words were swallowed back. Lying on the soft bedding, her red eyes stared at Song Linlin in front of her, stunned.

She never expected something like this to happen. Simultaneously, the sensation that had begun to recede became intense again. Chi Qianning felt her body temperature rise once more.

Her lips parted and closed, but no sound came out. After a few seconds, she finally spoke, her voice unsteady and her breath slightly erratic, “Did you take Hehuan Powder, Song Linlin?”

Song Linlin looked at the beautiful face beneath her, feeling that her own mind was truly muddled right now, but it probably hadn’t reached the level of having taken Hehuan Powder.

“No,” Song Linlin shook her head and seriously offered a suggestion, saying, “I feel like I’ve been ‘marinated’ by that medicinal fragrance; I’m genuinely not very sober. How about you bite me?”

Chi Qianning watched her silently for two seconds, forcefully controlling the feeling that was on the brink of danger. Song Linlin was so close now. She could see the faint blue veins beneath her skin. Recalling the taste of that blood, she inexplicably began to feel dry in the throat.

However, Chi Qianning still chose to refuse, “No.”

The current situation was already very delicate. If she were to take another sip of the other’s blood, there would be no guarantee that she could control the increasingly intense feeling.

Song Linlin acted as if she hadn’t heard the answer. She straightened up, reaching for her waist. She remembered carrying a dagger with her. “Wait a moment, I’ll find a knife.”

She took the dagger out of her pouch, drew the blade from the sheath, and looked at the cold, glittering surface. Song Linlin steeled herself and drew a cut across her palm. After a sharp sting, crimson blood immediately welled up.

She slid the dagger back into its sheath, casually tossed it back, and accurately landed it on the table behind her. Then, she leaned back toward Chi Qianning.

Chi Qianning watched her actions throughout. The scent of blood began to permeate the air. The other person’s palm was held out in front of her. A new wound was visible in the palm, a shallow cut. Such an injury was just a simple superficial scratch for a Core Formation (Jindan) stage cultivator.

Beads of blood emerged one by one, gathering together. Chi Qianning didn’t want to look, but her eyes, having seen the scarlet color, could no longer look away. Finally, a drop of crimson liquid fell, splattering onto Chi Qianning’s pale, bloodless lips.

It was as if a single drop of water had fallen onto a calm lake, causing ripples to spread layer by layer, ultimately breaking the tranquility.

The coppery sweet taste seeped into her mouth. Finally, Chi Qianning pursed her lips, licking clean the bead of blood on her mouth. She reached out and pulled Song Linlin’s hand down, her lips touching the wound that was continuously seeping blood, surrendering to her craving for blood.

Song Linlin quietly watched her. Her palm began to feel slick and wet, the touch of something soft causing a recurring tickle. The wound also continued to sting.

After a good while, Chi Qianning finally released the other’s hand. Song Linlin looked at her palm, which was completely wet, and the cut had already vanished.

She couldn’t resist mischievously rubbing her palm against Chi Qianning’s face. The person beneath her blinked, then found her face smeared with moisture.