Falling After Marriage - Chapter 93

Chapter 93: The Morning After

The moonlight tonight was hazy and mist-covered, the true culprit behind the seductive tides.

The young couple, tasting the sweetness of deep affection for the first time, were entangled on the soft bed, kissing with earnest abandon. The surging waves of pleasure rose and fell amidst soft moans, completely drowning their reason until it vanished into the silence of the late night.

Fine beads of sweat covered Lin Jin’s forehead. Her limbs were too weak to hold onto the tall figure before her. Dissatisfied with the brief emptiness of her embrace, she pleaded softly: “Hold me.”

Cheng Sangluo was straightening the tangled quilt. Hearing her wife’s soft call, she quickly grabbed the pillow at the foot of the bed and put it back in place. She couldn’t bear to make Lin Jin wait, so she pulled those slender shoulders into her arms, leaning against the pillow with a gentle momentum.

Lin Jin closed her eyes contentedly, her ear pressed against Cheng Sangluo’s chest, habitually listening to the powerful, rhythmic heartbeat. Countless times before, she had listened to confirm if this heart truly belonged to her. Tonight was different; she finally stopped obsessing over whether it was real or possessed—she simply listened with a weary peace.

To her, Cheng Sangluo’s heartbeat was unique: a melodic lullaby and a love confession that required no words. Yet, beneath this tranquility, a new greed stirred within her. She wanted to ask: Do you love me? The question hovered at her lips, only to be swallowed back down by the dread of uncertainty.

Lin Jin lacked security; her paranoia ran deep. Even after obtaining clear “liking,” she began to fixate on obtaining an even deeper sentiment.

Cheng Sangluo stroked her hair continuously, occasionally tilting that thin chin up to claim a shallow kiss. “Go to sleep.”

The kisses after intimacy were the most memorable. These silent interactions smoothed the waves of passion while simultaneously stirring the restless heart.

Lin Jin shed her usual bluster, her expression and voice turning soft: “But I don’t want to close my eyes.” She truly didn’t want this period of affection to end so abruptly, so she looked up into the “puppy’s” eyes, her gaze full of reluctance and lingering infatuation.

Cheng Sangluo adjusted her position so the person in her arms could lean more steadily. She soothed her in a deep voice: “I’ll be in your dreams too. I’m not going anywhere; I’ll always be with you.”

“Right now feels more unrealistic than a dream,” Lin Jin complained in a whisper, her nose lightly brushing against the puppy’s lips. Deeply infatuated, she buried her face in the crook of Cheng Sangluo’s neck and murmured, “I’m afraid that when I open my eyes, it’ll just be another long dream, and you’ll still be that stingy version of yourself.”

Cheng Sangluo’s brow furrowed slightly. She had never noticed Lin Jin’s inner thoughts before, but now she realized that once this woman tore off her aggressive disguise, what lay beneath was a fragility rooted in a fear of loss.

She leaned down to kiss her lover’s forehead, trying to dispel the insecurity, trailing kisses down the bridge of her nose to her lips. There were times Lin Jin couldn’t handle it; there was no need for teasing fingers—a simple kiss was enough to overturn the newly settled calm.

“Sangluo…” Lin Jin whispered amidst their kiss, “Baby… no more… I’m so tired…”

Cheng Sangluo tilted her head, taking advantage of a gap in the kiss to tease: “Is it that you don’t want it, or you can’t take it?”

“If you keep tossing me around like this… I’ll faint…” Lin Jin rarely looked this aggrieved. It was as if she were complaining about the puppy’s youthful lack of restraint, or perhaps worrying if she had reached a point where she could no longer satisfy her lover’s demands.

“I’m just teasing you.” Cheng Sangluo grinned at her, rolling over to pull her into the quilt. “Sleep peacefully.”

The two huddled together, exchanging sleepy kisses until they finally drifted off. Just before losing consciousness, Lin Jin asked groggily: “You still haven’t told me… how you found this place…”

Cheng Sangluo played idly with her, kissing her ear affectionately. Before sleep finally took her, she explained seriously: “I wanted to see you. No one can stop me, and nothing is too difficult.”

The couple slept deeply until the sun was high in the sky. Finally, it was the sound of Secretary Zhou knocking that disturbed their slumber.

Lin Jin squeezed her eyes shut and frowned, letting out an impatient hum before burying her face deeper into the puppy’s chest. Cheng Sangluo, eyes bleary with sleep, admired her wife’s bedside manner. Reluctant to wake her, she pulled the quilt up to cover her and tightened her embrace. “Sleep a little longer,” she whispered.

She waited a moment before trying to withdraw her arm to go speak to Secretary Zhou, but the Lin Jin in her arms was too clingy. The moment she moved, Lin Jin wrapped her arms and legs around her like a vine.

“Don’t go…” Lin Jin’s eyes remained closed. Likely due to the constant “calling” last night, her voice was raspy. “I don’t want to let you go…”

Cheng Sangluo pressed against her ear, coaxing softly: “I can’t let Secretary Zhou wait outside forever. I’ll go tell her to let you rest for another hour, okay?”

Lin Jin finally opened her eyes, returning to her haughty persona as she commanded: “I’ll give you thirty seconds.”

Accustomed to her temper, Cheng Sangluo wasn’t bothered. She kissed her forehead, and once the insecure woman was sufficiently soothed, she climbed out of bed. Looking at the mess of clothes on the floor, she glanced back at Lin Jin, whose shoulder was half-exposed. A blush of shyness instantly colored her face.

Lin Jin propped her head up with one hand, her sleepy eyes half-lidded. A strand of hair caught at the corner of her mouth, creating a heart-stirring charm. She was naturally exquisite, and with her eyes glistening like that, she was as enchanting as a soul-hooking fox.

Cheng Sangluo quickly turned away, picking up clothes while haphazardly tying the belt of her bathrobe. When she opened the door and saw Secretary Zhou holding two cups of coffee, she gave an embarrassed laugh. “Morning, Secretary Zhou.”

“Did you sleep well last night?” Zhou Ran offered perfunctory concern, her eyes drifting toward the room. “Is President Lin up?”

Cheng Sangluo instinctively stepped forward to block her view and took the coffees. “We slept well. But she drank too much last night and needs more rest. Why don’t you come back in an hour?”

Zhou Ran said hesitantly: “Please keep an eye on the time, Miss Cheng. President Lin has a very important meeting today; we can’t delay too long.”

“Got it.” Cheng Sangluo figured the thirty seconds were long gone and hurried to see her off. Fortunately, Secretary Zhou was excellent at reading the room and didn’t make things difficult.

“Then I won’t disturb your rest.” Zhou Ran glanced behind Cheng Sangluo and quickly pulled the door shut.

Cheng Sangluo held a cup of coffee in each hand. Before she could turn around, a pair of cool fingertips slipped into her robe, sending a thrill of ticklishness through her waist. Lin Jin had walked across the cashmere carpet barefoot, as silent as a cat.

She hugged the puppy from behind, deliberately breathing hot, damp air onto her neck. “You dared to make me wait so long. How should I punish you?”

Cheng Sangluo held the cups high. With a smooth turn, she forestalled her wife’s teasing by landing a kiss on the side of her neck. “You have one hour. Punish me however you want.”

A flash of surprise crossed Lin Jin’s eyes, quickly replaced by a cunning smile. She grabbed the puppy’s lapels and pulled them toward her, forcing the taller woman to bend her back. Now that the alcohol had worn off, her wicked personality had returned. “Carry me to the bathroom. I want more.”

Cheng Sangluo set the cups down with an interested expression and picked up her desire-filled lover. “Nothing would please me more.”

In an instant, the sound of splashing water echoed from the bathroom. Lin Jin sat on the marble vanity, her injured foot resting on Cheng Sangluo’s broad shoulder. She laughed and sighed: “You dog… you’re so good at this…”

Cheng Sangluo was busy, responding between breaths: “My wife taught me well. I’m a fast learner.”

“Mm… it seems in the future… you’ll play even more… tricks…” Lin Jin murmured incoherently before falling silent for a moment. “I’ve always loved your physique, especially your waist. Do you know why?”

The puppy, occupied, simply asked: “Why?”

Lin Jin, showing no shame, laughed even more arrogantly, her breathing quickening. “Broad shoulders and a narrow waist—it’s not just about looking good in clothes.” She nipped at the puppy’s waist with her nails, her words becoming more explicit: “Just one arch of your back… and it’s the death of me~”

Lin Jin sat at the dressing table, painting her brows and lips, her mood as bright as if she had just closed a hundred-million-dollar deal. A bout of passion after waking up was like a “hair of the dog” drink after a hangover; instead of making her tired, it left her refreshed.

Cheng Sangluo held her cold coffee, leaning nearby and taking a sip. Her eyes were fixed on her lover’s face, unable to look away. It was unclear if she was tasting the coffee or Lin Jin’s incomparable beauty.

While putting on her pearl earrings, Lin Jin glanced at the entranced puppy. “Am I that good-looking?”

Cheng Sangluo leaned in closer to see better, her eyes curving into a smile as she praised: “Good-looking, very good-looking! Extremely so!”

“Glittering tongue,” Lin Jin chided, though she was secretly delighted. She noted that the “dog thing” had finally learned not to spoil the mood at times like this.

“How long will your meeting last? It’s lonely being a ‘widow’ in an empty room.” Cheng Sangluo had her own selfish thoughts; having finally seen her wife, she didn’t want to be apart for long. She pleaded piteously: “Can’t you take me with you?”

Seeing that Lin Jin had no intention of agreeing, she crouched down and rested her head on her wife’s knee, playing the “good girl.” “I promise I won’t disturb your work. Just put me in any room; I’ll sit there and wait without eating or drinking.”

Lin Jin pursed her lips, looking troubled. She wanted to take Cheng Sangluo, but since her travels these days were tied to her secret plans, the time wasn’t right to explain everything. She couldn’t take the clingy puppy to Zhongyao Technology yet.

Seeing her silence, Cheng Sangluo plopped down on the carpet, looking thoroughly aggrieved. “Fine, fine. You use me and then act like we’re strangers. If you don’t want to go public with our relationship even after getting the certificate, then fine—I’ll just be your ‘Golden House Dog’ hidden away.”

“‘Golden House Dog’?” Lin Jin murmured in disbelief, tilting her head to observe the sulking dog. She found it sudden how this once-aloof person had suddenly “blossomed.” She couldn’t help but laugh as she ruffled the puppy’s hair, offering a reasonable excuse: “Because it’s work involving a non-disclosure agreement, I can’t take you. But I’ll come back to be with you immediately after the meeting, okay?”

To be honest, Lin Jin was giving Cheng Sangluo a lot of face. With her uncompromising temper, no one else would receive such patient soothing.

Cheng Sangluo pouted, clutching her growling stomach. “Then what about when I’m hungry? You want the horse to run, but you won’t let the horse eat grass.” It was true; they had exerted a lot of energy since last night without eating a single hot meal. She wasn’t a perpetual motion machine!

“You sneaked in here and caused the entire hotel security to go on a hunt for you. I need to have Secretary Zhou explain it. Someone will bring meal vouchers later. You can go to the buffet or I can arrange room service to bring food to you, okay?”

With that, Lin Jin cupped Cheng Sangluo’s face and gave her a loud, firm kiss on the forehead. She looked at the bright red lip print on the puppy’s forehead—stupidly cute. “Be good~”

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