Falling After Marriage - Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Lin Jin is Sweet

Inside the cramped car, the sound of ragged, frantic breathing drowned out the rain lashing against the windshield.

Lin Jin’s breath grew short. She pressed down her voice into a soft, breathless moan—tender and supple notes that hooked deep into one’s soul, inciting Cheng Sangluo’s kiss to become increasingly like a prairie fire.

In the heat of total abandon, Cheng Sangluo nearly forced the slight-framed woman into the corner by the car window.

Her broad palm cradled the back of Lin Jin’s head, mussing her damp, long hair, as they clung together in a hug that left no gap between them.

This long, immersive kiss was like “heavenly thunder igniting a ground fire,” surging intermittently without end, until the passage of time became utterly meaningless.

Indulged in each other, the two cast aside all the vexing people and matters, caring only to explore and entangle within one another’s lips and teeth.

Before losing her reason entirely, Cheng Sangluo turned her head to gulp down fresh air, then hurriedly pressed back against the lips she had bitten until they were slightly swollen. “Lin Jin… is sweet…”

Amused by the “puppy’s” nonsensical babbling, Lin Jin tilted her head comfortably and asked back, “Am I sweet? How sweet?”

“Maltose and honey would taste you and admit defeat,” Cheng Sangluo replied. She wasn’t gifted with words, and her sweet talk wasn’t particularly eloquent, but the fact that she was racking her brains to please the person in front of her showed a great deal of progress.

“Then, have you kissed enough?” Lin Jin grabbed her collar, her expression so alluring it made one’s heart itch.

She had kissed the puppy’s neck and the sharp lines of her jaw, yet she hesitated before those murmuring lips, refusing to let her own fall. She intentionally teased the puppy to be more proactive, drawing near with a “now you see it, now you don’t” intimacy, only to mischievously dodge away just as they were about to touch.

“Don’t tease,” Cheng Sangluo cupped Lin Jin’s face with both hands, complaining in a small, aggrieved voice: “I haven’t had enough yet… don’t play with me…”

It wasn’t until the rain outside gradually subsided that Cheng Sangluo finally pulled away and sat up straight, though she looked like she wanted more.

A delayed sense of shyness finally crept slowly into her heart, blooming into two glowing patches of red on her wheat-colored cheeks.

What on earth are you doing?!

Cheng Sangluo asked herself inwardly, her mind a mess, yet she couldn’t stop the longing to continue.

She lifted a hand to cover the bridge of her nose, feigning composure as she looked out the window. Seeing that the rain had stopped, she suggested: “Let’s go back to Linxi Terrace tonight.”

Lin Jin remained curled in the corner. Her thin frame looked like a sheet of paper; her pearl-colored satin shirt was crumpled, her slightly dried hair was a mess, and the lipstick on her lips had been eaten away into a chaotic blur by a certain someone.

She struggled to steady her breathing, her chest heaving. After a moment of silence, she responded with a faint “mm.”

To break the awkwardness in the atmosphere, Cheng Sangluo blinked at Lin Jin. “This car is bad luck. Let’s take a taxi back; it should be safe outside now.”

With that, she repeatedly confirmed that those half-witted pursuers wouldn’t return, then carried Lin Jin to the roadside to hail a taxi.

When it came to taking care of someone, this “puppy’s” serious attitude was impeccable; all her unspoken concern was hidden in the fine details.

She politely asked the driver to wait a moment, then busied herself settling Lin Jin into the back seat.

The space in the taxi was even tighter. Fearing there wouldn’t be room for the injured foot, Cheng Sangluo simply held the walker across her own knees the whole way, occasionally asking if the sitting position was comfortable.

On the way home, she kept scrutinizing the injured foot. After a long silence, she let out a heavy sigh: “I have to take you to the hospital tomorrow. Better let Dr. Chi take a look; it’ll be a lot of trouble if there’s a secondary injury.”

Lin Jin leaned her face to study the puppy in the darkness. Though her blurred vision prevented her from seeing clearly, she could guess that the face must be written over with worry.

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.” Rarely so compliant, she agreed to the puppy’s arrangement immediately. She reached out a fingertip to poke the still-flushed cheek, coaxing instead: “Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as you think.”

Cheng Sangluo also turned her head to look at the “madwoman” beside her, responding with a shallow smile, but she didn’t speak again.

At this moment, silence spoke louder than words. Being in a taxi, the two of them couldn’t easily continue their intimate kissing, so they allowed their eyes to entangle instead.

Between their meeting gazes, invisible sparks flared—obscure yet fierce, lingering and poignant.

A stare without a hint of concealment required immense courage to suppress the shyness sweeping through their bodies; only then could they use their gaze to “kiss” every inch of each other’s faces and lips.

Lin Jin propped her hand on the seat and, in total silence, moved it bit by bit until it covered the back of Cheng Sangluo’s hand.

That tentative touch caused the flush on Cheng Sangluo’s face to deepen by several shades, bringing a continuous sensation of rolling heat.

She badly wanted to cover her face with her hand, but feeling a bit self-conscious, she took the “escapist” route of turning to look out the window, pretending to admire the fleeting street scenery.

Secretly, she opened her palm. Upon feeling Lin Jin’s fingers lace through hers, she slowly tightened her grip, slowly forming a fist, until she couldn’t bear to let go.

Lin Jin naturally received this silent response and, satisfied, looked out the window with a smile.

The two, each with their own thoughts, didn’t speak again for the rest of the trip. All those inexplicable emotions were hidden in their tightly interlocked fingers and the way a thumb brushed against the back of a hand.

This journey home felt unprecedentedly long; a mere ten-minute drive felt as though it had lasted for an eternity.

Lin Jin was incredibly restless, wanting only to get home quickly so she could continue this restless game of lips and teeth with the puppy.

Cheng Sangluo was equally anxious.

She didn’t understand why the lips that had kissed Lin Jin felt so itchy, and she could only press them with her teeth every now and then, though it didn’t relieve the craving for even a moment.

When the taxi finally stopped in the apartment complex’s underground garage, the two—who had been suppressing their “itching” hearts—both let out sighs of relief.

Cheng Sangluo helped Lin Jin out of the car. Watching the taxi disappear completely from sight, she instantly shed her facade of being “proper.”

She hooked her arm around that slender, swaying waist, leaned her face close, and while urgently seeking a kiss, asked politely: “Is it okay now?”

It was funny, wasn’t it? A person so skilled at restraint and self-control seemed to have had some strange “pressure point” struck, suddenly transforming into a different version of herself.

An urgency that didn’t want to wait a single second; she had to kiss those longed-for lips until they were a vivid red before she would stop or behave.

“Idiot.” Lin Jin wrapped her arms bonelessly around Cheng Sangluo’s neck, giving her a playful “dragonfly-touching-water” kiss and promising dotingly: “You know I never refuse you. Anywhere is fine—no taboos.”

Cheng Sangluo, distressed by the injury on Lin Jin’s foot, simply bent her waist and scooped her up horizontally, heading toward the elevator with steady strides.

In the gap while waiting for the elevator, the two once again fell into a lingering, obsessed kiss.

They didn’t care if other residents appeared, nor did they care about the omnipresent surveillance cameras, indulging in each other’s breath as they pleased.

Even when the elevator doors opened, Cheng Sangluo didn’t get distracted or look up, still fully concentrated on her possessive kiss.

Perhaps out of a touch of selfishness—not wanting the cameras to capture Lin Jin’s lost expression—she walked straight to the corner of the elevator, hiding the slender, beautiful woman within her embrace.

As they kissed, Lin Jin let out a few clear, cold laughs.

Cheng Sangluo, with half-lidded eyes, leaned her forehead against hers and asked curiously, “What are you laughing at?”

“Laughing at what a stingy person you are.” Lin Jin rubbed her nose against the other’s lips. “Why do you keep pinning me in the corner?”

Cheng Sangluo gave an honest explanation: “I’m a nobody, it doesn’t matter. You’re different; you’re a big boss with a reputation. You can’t be caught by surveillance in ‘indecent’ footage.”

“Thinking of me that much? You’re so well-behaved tonight; you’re so good I almost feel bad ‘bullying’ you.” Lin Jin praised the puppy in a flirtatious voice. Amidst her sigh of admiration, the elevator doors chimed open.

Cheng Sangluo didn’t want to linger for a second. Kissing Lin Jin’s ear, she hurried toward the front door.

The moment she pushed the door open and entered, this puppy—who had been holding back the entire way—instantly shed all disguises, showing Lin Jin her truest side for the first time.

Cheng Sangluo had never been some submissive puppy; she was a lone wolf, proud, stubborn, and capable of dominating everything.

She loosened her arms to set Lin Jin down, but immediately held her up halfway, purely to ensure that the injured foot didn’t touch the floor.

Lin Jin’s slender legs were draped over the puppy’s waist, her back leaning reliably against the shoe cabinet. She leaned there steadily, observing the serious and focused Cheng Sangluo.

The corners of her lips curled into a seductive smile. Just as she was about to ask what she wanted to do next, the person in front of her spoke first.

“Hurry up and take off the wet clothes, or you’ll catch a cold.” Cheng Sangluo’s tone of command wasn’t gentle as she nimbly stripped off her own rain-soaked T-shirt.

At this moment, she wore only a sports bra. Under the overhead light of the foyer, deep and shallow muscle lines were etched across her healthy wheat-colored skin, moving enticingly with her even breathing.

Lin Jin was her only spectator, arching an eyebrow as she admired her quietly. She even took an interest in tracing the muscles on her abdomen with her fingertips, sighing softly: “I’ve always loved your physique; it’s full of alluring tension. I often dream about you…”

Cheng Sangluo held Lin Jin’s waist with one hand to make her lean more comfortably, while her other hand wasn’t idle—it was unfastening the shirt buttons one by one. “Dream about what?”

Lin Jin allowed her to help remove the damp clothes. The opening collar revealed a glimpse of her beautiful collarbones, adding a touch of sexiness to the current ambiguous atmosphere.

She crossed her arms over the puppy’s broad shoulders. As she leaned in to whisper in her ear, she intentionally pressed her full “snow peaches” forward.

She bit the puppy’s ear and exhaled a hot, wet breath, answering in fragments: “Dreaming of you holding me… in all sorts of places…”

“And then?” Cheng Sangluo asked back with a dry laugh, thinking to herself: What kind of messy dreams are these?

Lin Jin continued without a blush or a skip in her heart: “And then… dreaming that our positions were… quite varied~”

“Huh?” The puppy’s eyes widened, her voice stuttering: “Wha… what do you mean v-v-varied…”

“In the dreams, you are the most hateful one!” Lin Jin played the victim, grumbling with a groundless pout: “Making me cry and sob… and only caring about tossing me around endlessly…”

Lin Jin’s whispering, sighing voice was like a feather brushing against nerves, causing the tips of Cheng Sangluo’s ears to turn from red to a deep purple, the heat spreading all the way down her neck.

Cheng Sangluo broke out in goosebumps, a mix of laughter and tears on her face, as if those dreams were real—as if she really were that wild and unbridled.

She pressed her lips against the wound on Lin Jin’s neck, becoming intoxicated as she kissed and licked at it, asking in a muffled voice: “In your dreams, am I that unreasonable?”

Lin Jin endured the stinging and itching sensation on her neck, hissing from the pain yet laughing flamboyantly. She held the puppy’s head, mussing her hair. “Being unreasonable is more fun… so tonight… I’ll allow you to be unreasonable… but can you promise me one thing…”

Cheng Sangluo was busy “planting strawberries,” yet she agreed instantly without even asking what it was: “Okay.”

“You suddenly becoming so agreeable actually makes me feel unaccustomed.” Lin Jin grumbled with her mouth, though her heart was blooming with joy. She pressed: “Aren’t you going to ask what I want you to promise?”

“I won’t ask. You just need to tell me what to do.” Cheng Sangluo didn’t want to explain; tonight, her compliance with everything was just to make the shaken “madwoman” feel a bit better. So, she promised seriously: “Tonight, we have no taboos.”

Lin Jin threw her head back against the shoe cabinet, letting out a wild, laughing sigh: “What a fine ‘no taboos’.”

She cradled the puppy’s head, hinting both explicitly and implicitly: The lonely snow peaches are delicious; you must eat them seriously, you must savor them well.

Cheng Sangluo’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

She bent her neck to admire the scenery.

The inner garment covering the “peaches” was exquisitely made with a complex design; one look told you it was incredibly expensive.

She leaned her face close, kissing the flirtatious and beautiful woman, and asked with a curious blur: “You still haven’t said what you want me to promise.”

Lin Jin’s cheeks were flushed. She squinted her eyes with a smile, coaxing: “Can the little puppy… put on the collar?”

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