Falling After Marriage - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Look How Captivating You Are 

Lin Jin’s low whisper, brushed past Cheng Sangluo’s ear, wrapped in a scorching heat, yet devastatingly soft.

The words of solicitation transformed into playful little sprites, sneaking into Cheng Sangluo’s ears, barging straight into the depths of her soul, easily stirring up everything.

Cheng Sangluo’s throat tightened uncomfortably. Her naturally tanned skin had been darkened a degree by the sun, but even so, one could clearly see the blush that was gradually creeping up.

“Ahem…” She coughed awkwardly, trying to conceal the endless stream of shyness welling up in her heart, unaware that such behavior would only encourage the person behind her to push further.

Lin Jin narrowed her crescent-moon eyes, her smile growing more triumphant.

Which part of this wasn’t intentional? The overly intimate whisper, the frivolous words—weren’t they all for the sake of provoking the hard-hearted person in front of her?

Lin Jin needed to probe and was also hoping that Cheng Sangluo would quickly waver.

She even prayed deep down, imploring her innate desire to please, “Please, you must triumph over that damnable rationale.”

The vast living room was silent. The person sitting on the carpet remained motionless, and every passing second became agonizing.

When Lin Jin couldn’t bear it anymore, she actively stretched her arms again and gently wrapped them around Cheng Sangluo’s neck.

She rubbed her cheek against the already burning ear, using a voice that made one tingle with pleasure, and continued to tempt: “You want this, don’t you? Your soul is honest, so your body is honest. If you want it, say it, do it. Don’t lie to yourself, and don’t lie to me, okay?”

Cheng Sangluo did her best to slow her breathing, hoping to delay the invasion of the faint cedar scent.

She wasn’t deliberately holding onto her rationality, but she needed time to prepare for everything that was about to happen tonight.

With a weary sigh, she reached out and patted the slender, pale arms wrapped around her neck. “Lin Jin, you still haven’t told me what illness you actually have.”

“I told you, I have an illness that only you can cure. You keep asking me what I really want, why I do those inexplicable things. If I told you that all I’ve ever wanted is you, because you are the only medicine that can cure me, would you believe it?”

Lin Jin wasn’t lying, but her confession was so careless that the sincerity felt hollow.

It must have been the effect of the pills she swallowed, causing her to become like this: her emotions settled into calm, her speech slowed down, and her tone became slightly languid.

To Cheng Sangluo, this explanation sounded completely absurd. She never believed that anyone was anyone’s cure, so her response was cold: “If you don’t feel well, go to the hospital. If you’re sick, take medicine. I am nothing; I can’t cure you.”

“Someday, you will regret tonight’s self.” Lin Jin both accepted this coldness and felt incredibly desolate, so she tiredly slumped back into the sofa and fell silent.

Where did that compassionate deity go? Why was her heart still so hard?

The light in Lin Jin’s eyes dimmed until a shallow pool of crystalline tears shattered within them.

Cheng Sangluo broke the gloomy atmosphere. “You know what I’m angry about.”

She thought that since they were alone in the room, she might as well use the opportunity to bring up all the unpleasant things that had happened since they met. Perhaps this would make her future days easier.

Lin Jin changed her position to lie on her side, propping up her face with one hand, and with the other, she tousled Cheng Sangluo’s head. “I’m angry too.”

“Angry about what? Angry that I had a date with Shu Wan?” Cheng Sangluo leaned her back against the edge of the coffee table, righteously asserting: “Who I’m with and what I do is my freedom. I have no reason to report to you, and even less reason to refuse anyone for your sake.”

“I admit, I equally resent everyone who is close to you.” Lin Jin confessed, but didn’t show the slightest hint of remorse. “The kinder you are to them, the angrier I get. And Shu Wan is the one I can least accept. Cheng Sangluo, you shouldn’t be stupid, right? Can’t you see what kind of trick she was pulling tonight?”

“I’m quite grateful to her, actually.” Cheng Sangluo chuckled. This response was undoubtedly rubbing salt into Lin Jin’s wound, a clear case of tit-for-tat. “Saying that, you must be even angrier now, right?”

“Yes… extremely angry…” Lin Jin’s expression darkened further. She supported herself with both hands, like a cat preparing to pounce, and with a sudden leap, she allowed momentum to carry her right into the arms of that scoundrel. “It seems… I still haven’t bitten you hard enough… you unrepentant bitch…”

Cheng Sangluo did not push away the suddenly aggressive madwoman; instead, she placed both hands on Lin Jin’s waist, preventing her from slamming into her knees. “Are you done yet?”

“Not done!” Lin Jin’s tone was stubborn but held a deep sense of grievance, which she could only vent through biting. “I warn you, if I ever see you meeting with that woman again, neither of you will have a good outcome.”

Still not feeling satisfied, she tore open Cheng Sangluo’s collar, exposing the shoulder with an old scar, buried her head, and began a vicious tearing bite.

Cheng Sangluo winced in pain, baring her teeth as she endured. The hand she raised high, intending to swat the madwoman’s head, descended with a trace of movement but turned into a gentle caress.

Like treating a startled cat, one must slowly stroke the fur, perhaps only then can the irrational anger be dissolved.

Lin Jin’s eyes were edged with sorrowful red. She bit so hard with a scrunched nose, yet she finally released her hold when she felt Cheng Sangluo’s comforting touch.

She lifted her head, her gaze falling on the tightly pursed lips—that corner of purity she had preserved until now, refusing to taint.

Their faces were extremely close, close enough to share each other’s breath, yet they were so far apart, like standing on opposite banks of a strait, with an unbridgeable chasm hiding superiority and inferiority.

Hence, they were separated by an inch-wide sea of mountains.

Lin Jin’s fingertip traced Cheng Sangluo’s lips. Every point, every inch was pure delight. Just as she was about to break down and kiss her, she pulled back with a shred of rationality, forcefully averting her gaze.

That unbearable kiss—she would wait for it until one day this person, who never initiated, personally gave it to her.

Cheng Sangluo held her breath, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart, but her expression didn’t betray a single flaw.

She reached out, cupped Lin Jin’s chin, and turned the exquisite face back to her, saying word by word: “Have you had your fun? If you have, I should go.”

How could Lin Jin easily let go of the person in front of her?

She tilted her head and delicately picked up the rough fingertip with her lips.

She finely ground it between her teeth.

Then obliviously sucked it.

Her eyes were seductive, fixing upon the person whose expression didn’t change, forcing her to clearly see every one of her movements.

Only when she was thoroughly satisfied did Lin Jin smack her lips and say, “I’m giving you two choices now: either throw me down and leave without looking back, or carry me to the bathroom.”

Cheng Sangluo lowered her gaze to her finger, which was moist and warm.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, so they also transmit other sensations, such as Lin Jin’s tongue, which provoked a tickle, and consequently, her heart started to itch too.

However, the moment she withdrew her finger from the madwoman’s lips, it quickly cooled, and her heart followed, feeling empty and cold.

The moment of distraction passed in an instant. Cheng Sangluo curled her fingertip and withdrew her arm.

She stood up with some effort, simultaneously bringing up the person who was straddling her waist.

Lin Jin felt the loss of balance, instinctively leaning into Cheng Sangluo’s embrace, tightening her arms around her neck, and asking with a smile: “So?”

“Do you think I look like I’m about to pack you up and take you away?” Cheng Sangluo gave an unexpected response. “If I can satisfy your craving tonight, I hope it’s clearly priced.”

“Oh? That’s interesting.” Lin Jin looked at the path ahead, which led toward the master bedroom. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “What conditions are you going to set?”

“Do not interfere with my life again until the debt agreement expires. I will find a way to pay the money back when it’s due.”

“How will you pay it back?” Lin Jin frowned, alertly asking: “Did you perhaps borrow money from Shu Wan? I find her meager savings distasteful.”

“You’re overthinking it. I won’t go around telling people about the dirty things you’ve done.”

“Hmph, it better not be that way. I warn you again, stay away from her. That woman is no good.” Lin Jin was wary. She then considered who else this scoundrel could possibly turn to and guessed: “Who else could it be? That rich second-generation friend of yours? As far as I know, she’s abroad right now.”

“That’s none of your business. You just need to tell me if you can agree to the condition.”

Lin Jin would naturally not concede easily and played a game of tai chi. “That depends on whether your performance is good enough tonight~”

In the bathroom, where the sound of water was clear, thin mist permeated the air, brewing an intoxicating scent of aromatherapy.

Cheng Sangluo was not completely undressed.

She had obliged Lin Jin’s fetish and changed into a pure white robe.

The robe could not be fully removed; it had to be half-draped over her lower back to allow the madwoman, whose playful heart was aroused, to properly admire her.

Cheng Sangluo’s partially exposed dark skin was particularly noticeable in the soft light of the room.

It was as if the roughness detracted from the delicacy, out of place, yet eye-catching.

Lin Jin leaned her back against the cool tiled wall, occasionally glancing at the mirror behind Cheng Sangluo.

The mirror, as wide as the wall, realistically captured their intimate interaction.

Cheng Sangluo’s wall-pinnning was natural. Her fingers intertwined with Lin Jin’s damp hair, which she brought to her nose for a light sniff.

She couldn’t say whether she liked the smell or was simply obsessed with it.

Lin Jin admired the puppy’s beautiful jawline, unable to resist reaching out to trace it.

The people and things one loves must be admired up close, must be touched and played with, only then can the imagination be satisfied.

Cheng Sangluo bent down, kissing Lin Jin’s temple, and then softly nibbling the soft, springy earlobe with her lips. “I’ve noticed you seem to really like mirrors.”

“I don’t like mirrors.” Lin Jin caressed her face, her fingertips skipping, tapping her brow bone, tapping her nose bridge, roaming all the way down.

“Then what do you like?”

“What I like is the person in the mirror’s…” Lin Jin’s breath caught.

The sudden stirring of the clear water made it impossible for her to concentrate, so she paused before continuing: “I want to see clearly… how the rational… the stubborn you… is step-by-step led into the abyss by me… You probably don’t know… how captivating you look when you go wild… the mirror can bear witness…”

Lin Jin bit her lip, unable to form coherent sentences, only managing to continue her rambling.

Her scarlet nails dug deep, scratching the mark of tonight’s decadence onto the broad back.

Cheng Sangluo believed her words, silently turned to look at the mirror, a hint of unfamiliarity flashing in her eyes.

She felt that having tasted the sweetness, she had become very unfamiliar to herself.

She was both trying to maintain her unyielding posture and finding all sorts of excuses to persuade herself to enjoy the pleasure with the madwoman.

How hypocritical, Cheng Sangluo.

Lin Jin in the mirror smiled sweetly, her wet hair messy. One strand clinging to her lips created a seductive allure that was vibrant yet not vulgar.

She half-embraced Cheng Sangluo’s neck, her body as soft as a handful of fluffy cotton, sighing with a smile, “Look, how captivating you are~”

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