Falling After Marriage - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: How a Puppy Pleases Its Master

Cheng Sangluo studied the expectant “madwoman” with great interest.

Regarding the request to wear the puppy collar, she neither refused nor agreed; her gaze simply remained fixed steadily on those lips, which were a vibrant, dripping red.

She was staring so intently that the urge to possess them with a kiss grew stronger, and her face drifted closer unconsciously.

Just as they were a breath away from a kiss, Lin Jin turned her head away petulantly.

Having not received a direct answer, she puffed out her cheeks slightly and grumbled, “I only have such a tiny wish, and you’re too stingy to satisfy it. Still as cheap as ever.”

With strength in her arms, Cheng Sangluo caught the legs draped over her waist and strode directly toward the bathroom, coaxing her helplessly: “Did I say no?”

Lin Jin rested her hands on Cheng Sangluo’s shoulders. After enduring a moment of weightlessness, she nipped at the puppy’s ear with her teeth, confirming in disbelief: “So you mean you agree?”

“Before you even asked, didn’t I already say ‘okay’?” Cheng Sangluo nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her doting tone and expression made her look like a completely different person—a bit unfamiliar, but very endearing.

Arriving at the door of the master bedroom, she requested softly, “But we have to soak in a hot bath first. Being all damp feels terrible.”

“Will you stay with me?” Lin Jin wasn’t about to let the puppy go. She tilted her injured foot, feigning a pitiful look. “With my foot hurt, I can’t do anything conveniently. I need the puppy to serve me.”

Cheng Sangluo was the type who responded to softness rather than force. The madwoman didn’t even need to show real weakness; a few honey-coated, soft grumbles were enough to reduce Cheng Sangluo to her original state—soft-mouthed and soft-hearted.

“I will run the hot water, settle you into the tub, find some cold medicine to feed you, help you wipe down, dry your hair, and then… put on the collar and learn how to bark like a puppy…” She rambled on and on, carrying Lin Jin into the bathroom and lifting her head for a kiss: “Since I’m being so obedient, can I ask for a reward kiss?”

Listening to the endless string of “and thens,” Lin Jin felt tired just thinking about it. It was hard on the puppy—electrocuted, saving someone single-handedly, and now in the middle of the night, she still had to busy herself taking care of others.

At this thought, her expression became pained with sympathy. “You do so much just for one kiss? Is one enough?”

“Two would work, too. I’m not greedy,” Cheng Sangluo answered seriously, setting her down on the vanity. “Sit here and wait for me while I run the water.”

“Okay,” Lin Jin agreed verbally, but she wasn’t about to stay still.

Seeing the puppy leaning over the tub to test the temperature, she hopped on one foot, inching closer until she pressed her chest against that scar-covered back.

Lin Jin rubbed her cheek gently against her. The uneven, coarse texture of the scars was a microcosm of the puppy’s miserable past, and it easily infected her emotions. She traced the scars with her fingertips; perhaps because she loved the person, she cherished even these unlovely marks of flesh.

Cheng Sangluo felt the warmth of the skin contact and the supple fullness against her, causing her spine to stiffen. She turned halfway to look at the clingy Lin Jin, complaining with a mix of laughter and exasperation: “You really can’t stay still for a second. Just wait patiently. Don’t strain that injured foot; if anything goes wrong, I’m the one who will get scolded by Dr. Chi.”

“But I really want to hold you,” Lin Jin responded in a muffled voice. She busied herself kissing those old scars, missing not a single spot, branding each one with a light kiss to show that both the good and the bad belonged to her.

“Hahaha… that tickles…” Cheng Sangluo burst out laughing from the kisses. She quickly spread her arms to embrace the woman who was “painting” on her back. “Alright, alright, I’ll carry you in. That foot can’t touch the water; it has to stay on the edge.”

Lin Jin was light as a feather. She only had to hook her hands around the puppy’s neck, and the other could lift her into the bathtub with one hand.

After settling her, Cheng Sangluo prepared to go to the living room to find cold medicine, but as she turned, her waistband was hooked.

Lin Jin, wearing only her underwear, leaned back lazily and pleaded in a small voice, “Don’t go anywhere, okay? Just hold me and soak in the bath peacefully. I won’t disturb your rest.”

Cheng Sangluo sat back on the edge of the tub, intending to be rational and persuade the clingy Lin Jin, but after a moment of silence, she nimbly kicked off her pants and slipped into the pool of hot water.

The circular bathtub was spacious, like a small home hot spring, equipped with massage functions and constant temperature control.

Cheng Sangluo leaned against the side so the “clingy spirit” could lean comfortably in her arms.

The rising mist flushed her face, and the comfortable water temperature invited drowsiness. Accompanied by the clear sound of dripping water, the woman who had fought alone all night began to doze off.

Only her arms remained vigilant. Even as her eyelids fought to stay open, she kept them tightly circled around Lin Jin’s waist, as if afraid the person in her arms would slip away if she fell asleep.

Lin Jin rested her hand on the arm around her waist. Looking back and seeing the puppy napping, she lightened her kisses.

She parted her lips and peeked out her tongue, but before she could pry open the slightly pursed lips, she was entangled and pulled into the other’s mouth.

“Mmm…” Lin Jin let out a soft hum. A flash of surprise crossed her eyes, quickly replaced by compliance.

When a long-awaited initiative is finally satisfied, it often creates a dreamlike illusion, yet she felt the full weight of that passion as something very real.

Kissed until her breathing faltered, she whispered into the gap: “Sangluo…”

“Mm?” Cheng Sangluo’s half-asleep kiss was very gentle. In the water, her hands—like swimming fish—gradually became restless.

“Come in,” Lin Jin invited generously, catching the “fish” in the pool and guiding it toward the lush, secret territory, calling out with a smile: “Welcome~”

The Early Hours of the Morning

The sudden heavy rain once again disturbed the peace of the night. The wind carried raindrops that clattered against the window, playing a symphony of varying tempos.

The Mirror Room, which hadn’t seen a visitor in a long time, finally welcomed a rare celebration and was brighter than ever before.

Cheng Sangluo had turned on the chandelier. The light reflected off the mirrors on all sides, making the room as bright as day—almost blinding.

The purpose of the light was simple: tonight, Cheng Sangluo had chosen to surrender voluntarily, so she wanted to see clearly how she caused a stir in the madwoman’s world.

At this moment, Lin Jin leaned lazily against the headboard. Her face was flushed with a fresh glow after the bath, and her damp hair was draped over her shoulders, with water droplets glistening like crystals, hiding the blurred intoxication of the night.

The loose bathrobe hung off her slight frame as if it could never stay straight, always revealing her smooth, white shoulders and back as she leaned.

Lin Jin propped her injured foot on her knee, swaying it leisurely. Swaying along with it was a long leather leash she was playing with in her hand.

At the other end of the chain was a leather collar—the very one Cheng Sangluo had been forced to wear the first time.

Cheng Sangluo’s bathrobe was unbelted, the front draping naturally to the sides, exposing a strip of wheat-colored skin and the abdominal muscles that defined themselves with her breathing.

She always—intentionally or not—displayed a beast-like, wild tension.

This tension was what obsessed Lin Jin the most. The wildness, now placed under a “shackle,” overflowed with the scent of private possession and occupation, filled with an indescribable sense of taboo.

Cheng Sangluo was still unaccustomed to the thing cinched around her neck, occasionally hooking it with her finger.

Fortunately, she wasn’t a killjoy tonight. Even though it was uncomfortable, she didn’t voice a single complaint; inwardly, she was even filled with an excited, restless anticipation.

Lin Jin tilted her toes, her voice taking on a queenly tone: “How does a puppy walk?”

As she asked with a smile, she pulled the chain hard, causing the person in front of the bed to stumble.

Cheng Sangluo had long since lost her mind to the madwoman lounging on the bed.

She didn’t answer with words but with action, showing what posture an obedient dog should take.

Following the pull of the chain, she knelt on the edge of the bed, hands propped on the soft quilt, bending her waist to crawl bit by bit toward the arrogant woman.

If she had a tail, she would probably be wagging it very happily right now.

“Good dog~” Lin Jin praised, shifting into a more comfortable sitting position while tapping her toes against the puppy’s chin, commanding: “Kneel and don’t move. If you dare move once, Master will whip you with the chain.”

It turned out that all the “humiliating” postures of the past had a disciplinary purpose—all so they could turn into tonight’s flirtatious little game.

Following the madwoman’s wishes, Cheng Sangluo straightened her back and sat on her heels. Her motionless appearance was exactly like a large wolf-dog awaiting its master’s orders.

Lin Jin tilted her head to admire her, very satisfied with the results of her long-term “dog training.”

She rubbed Cheng Sangluo’s chin with her toes and lightly hooked the collar, hinting: “Do you want a reward?”

Cheng Sangluo met her gaze, answering honestly about the desire she couldn’t hide: “Yes.”

“Then you have to be a good girl and listen to me.” Lin Jin held the handle of the chain in her mouth, her eyes enchanting as she toyed with it. “Whatever I tell you to do, you do. That’s the only way to get a reward.”

With her chin tilted up by the toes, Cheng Sangluo’s face turned slightly upward, her irrational eyes shimmering with the hazy light of desire. “What do you want me to do?”

Lin Jin arched an eyebrow: “Call me Master.”

Cheng Sangluo called out lowly: “Master.”

“Good dog~” Lin Jin nodded in satisfaction, ordering: “Bark twice.”

Cheng Sangluo bit her lip and cooperated: “Woof, woof…”

A wicked smile curled Lin Jin’s lips as she escalated her command: “How does a puppy lick Master’s foot?”

Clearly, Cheng Sangluo was never a truly obedient puppy.

She caught the mischievous foot beneath her face and took the liberty of replacing the licking with a kiss.

She kissed the beautiful line of the arch and the slender white ankle with tenderness and deep affection, along with an unspoken surrender.

Lin Jin wasn’t satisfied with such a kiss. She used the handle of the chain to give the other’s cheek a sharp tap, criticizing sternly: “You’re not being good. You’re not listening to Master.”

“Sss—” Cheng Sangluo looked up in pain, her eyes filled with grievance, as if to say: I was clearly being good, yet you still bully me.

Feeling too wronged, she buried her head, refusing to look at the madwoman’s face again. (Puppy whimpering, looking pitiful.jpg)

“I only scolded you a few times, and you’re already throwing a tantrum?” Lin Jin’s smile deepened.

Leaning close, she used the handle of the chain to lift the puppy’s face from underneath. “Look into my eyes. No hiding.”

Cheng Sangluo met the madwoman’s eyes again, the movement causing the collar and chain to clink and jingle.

“You’re stupid; I have to teach you properly. To make Master happy, you have to learn how to put on a show.” Lin Jin reached out and gave the puppy a push, causing the kneeling person to prop herself up with her hands behind her.

“What else do you want to teach me?” Cheng Sangluo held herself up. Watching the gracefully built woman stand up unsteadily, she wanted to stop her from messing around, yet she chose to remain silent out of curiosity.

“Do you know how to be seductive?” Lin Jin asked, demonstrating by example.

She held the honest puppy, swaying her “water snake” waist close to her, performing a wild, shameless dance.

That soul-enchanting dance didn’t need music; it was enough to make Cheng Sangluo dizzy with infatuation.

The mirror walls on all four sides were like silent spectators, wordlessly reflecting the fine performance of the night.

Lin Jin gathered her long hair with both hands behind her head. Even without a breeze, the “willow” swayed of its own accord.

As if by accident…

The firm and pretty “peach”…

At the tip of Cheng Sangluo’s nose…

Brushed past, now you see it, now you don’t.

That itch—it settled in Lin Jin’s heart.

That itch—it swayed in the depths of Cheng Sangluo’s soul.

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