Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 21.3

“I can take suppressants.” Ling Xi signed her name.

Is this what a mature and reliable older sister is like? Even after such an incident, she remains so composed, even proposing a mutually beneficial agreement without hesitation.

If it were her being pulled into a special period by someone not very familiar, and then marked…

Ling Xi couldn’t even imagine how flustered she would be.

“I won’t stop you,” Song Yi said while deciding to confiscate the suppressants from Ling Xi’s room.

How could a young girl prefer using suppressants over relying on temporary marks to deal with her sensitive period?

Those suppressants really aren’t reliable things.

Not to mention the painful side effects, long-term use can render them ineffective.

Song Yi remembered a close friend from her university days who became permanently disabled after overdosing on suppressants once.

Song Yi sighed, startling Ling Xi into full alertness as she immediately straightened up.

Song Yi took the agreement and glanced at Ling Xi again.

Her beloved was so obedient, looking as docile as a little puppy…

Well, when she acted up, her biting strength was just like a mischievous pup too.

Song Yi retracted her previous view of Ling Xi being a rabbit.

What kind of rabbit could be so capable and skilled?

“Your lips are quite soft,” she remarked, touching her own lips as her eyes curved into a fox-like shape, giving Ling Xi a teasing look.

Then she left Ling Xi’s room.

Ling Xi stood frozen for five seconds before covering her face with her hands.

Had Song Yi just… complimented her?!

After forcing herself to focus and finish her work, Ling Xi lay in bed at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep as flashes of today’s absurd events replayed in her mind.

Song Yi might have been in heat.

Ling Xi remembered catching a whiff of bergamot—that distinctive sweet omega pheromone.

But she definitely hadn’t been drunk. That wicked woman had been completely sober, still finding time to tease her.

Yet if she’d been sober and didn’t blame her afterward, even signing an agreement…

Did this mean Song Yi was satisfied with her… skills and body?

Ling Xi burned with embarrassment at this thought.

She rolled around clutching the blanket, the sheets still carrying traces of bergamot scent.

Though her sensitive period had just passed, the sweet fragrance made her restless again, her nape aching and heating up.

She lifted her head—the air still carried faint traces of sweetness.

Song Yi’s pheromones were actually this pleasant…

Once again, Ling Xi lost herself in the omega’s scent.

When she regained awareness, it was already morning.

Dazed, she ignored her soreness and got up, noticing the prayer beads on the nightstand.

These beads had been scattered everywhere during their intimate moment yesterday.

She’d helped pick them up, but Song Yi had forgotten to take them.

Ling Xi held them carefully, inhaling their light, delicate fragrance.

Made of high-quality agarwood, the beads’ aroma was soothing.

Shaking her head to dispel thoughts of Song Yi, Ling Xi took the beads downstairs.

“Housekeeper Zhao,” she called, not seeing Song Yi anywhere, her heart tightening inexplicably.

Even… Housekeeper Zhao considered one possibility.

These beads hadn’t been properly removed—they’d been roughly torn off during play.

Otherwise why would they have scattered?

At this thought, Ling Xi’s face burned with renewed embarrassment.

A whole day later, she still couldn’t forget those fragmented images.

Pink and white had left vivid impressions in her mind, Song Yi’s figure etched into Ling Xi’s very bones.

“Hmm? So you… managed your sensitive period through marking?” Ji Heng was so shocked her jaw nearly dropped.

“Yes…” Ling Xi’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

She didn’t need to ask to guess—the person who marked her was Song Yi.

Ji Heng didn’t dare inquire further about her sensitive period, focusing instead on prescribing medication.

As she wrote the prescription, she mused: No wonder neither of them objected when I mentioned “family members” earlier. So Song Yi’s off the market now.

Well, at least this means she won’t bother me about her heat cycles and insomnia anymore.

Ji Heng had long advised Song Yi to find a partner for her health’s sake. Back then, Song Yi had stubbornly refused, nearly firing her over it.

Yet here she was now with a girlfriend after all.

“Your current fever might be an aftereffect of this sudden intense sensitive period. It’s not necessarily a cold. Keep monitoring it, and schedule a full checkup when you can. If anything seems off, have Song Yi contact me.”

Ji Heng felt rather pleased at the prospect of reduced workload.

Housekeeper Zhao now regarded Ling Xi with even more complicated emotions.

But as just a housekeeper, she wasn’t in a position to comment on her employer’s behavior. She could only put away the prayer beads properly. “No need for such courtesy, it’s only right.”

With one worry settled, Ling Xi returned to her room, her mind still foggy.

Assuming it was just aftereffects from yesterday’s events, she opened the window, ignoring the slight feverish discomfort, and resumed her work to earn money.

By afternoon, after completing two illustrations, Ling Xi finally realized something was wrong.

Unlike yesterday’s overwhelming heat from her sensitive period, this warmth felt more like a cold-induced fever.

Supporting her head, Ling Xi walked to the living room where she remembered seeing fever reducers and cooling patches yesterday.

After taking medicine and applying a cooling patch, she had to return to meet her deadlines.

Her friend wouldn’t grant her much leniency—at most allowing her to split payments into biweekly installments.

Thinking of family, Ling Xi sighed. Her sister still hadn’t replied to her messages today.

Should she ask Tan-jie to investigate?

Her sluggish thoughts circled for a while before she finally picked up her phone and entered the number of someone she’d known in her past life.

She’d met that person at a banquet with Mu Xie.

Afterward, Mu Xie had severely restricted her outings. Confined year after year to a small room, she’d never gotten the chance to ask that person to trace her sister’s whereabouts.

She wondered if, at this point in time, that person would even respond to her.

As night fell, Ling Xi was pushing through her fever to work frantically when, around ten o’clock, there was a knock at the door.

Putting down her pen, Ling Xi went to answer it.

It was Song Yi.

Ling Xi inhaled subtly, relieved not to smell alcohol, though with a twinge of inexplicable disappointment.

“Finished work? Was today very tiring?” Ling Xi’s greeting remained characteristically familiar.

Then she noticed the marks on Song Yi’s neck, causing her ears and face to flush red.

“Not too bad, not especially tiring,” Song Yi replied casually as she entered Ling Xi’s room.

“I’m missing a prayer bead—came to look for it.”

She’d been worrying all morning about how to check on her little darling today, so the missing bead provided a perfect excuse.

“Ah… my apologies, I was rather dizzy yesterday and may not have searched thoroughly,” Ling Xi said, watching Song Yi enter.

Song Yi’s gaze immediately fell on the empty medicine box in the trash and the used cooling patch on the coffee table.

She furrowed her brows and reached out to touch Ling Xi’s forehead.

Her frown deepened.

“You… have a fever?” Song Yi didn’t detect the scent of alpha pheromones. Glancing at the wide-open window, she sighed inwardly.

“Did you catch a cold?”

“A little. I’m fine.” Ling Xi’s cheeks flushed pink at Song Yi’s sudden touch.

“You even grabbed a fever patch. Don’t push yourself—what symptoms do you have? I’ll call the family doctor to check on you.” Without waiting for a response, Song Yi picked up her phone.

“That’s too much. Song Yi, it’s just a minor cold. I’ll be fine in a couple of days.” Ling Xi tried to stop her.

But when she lifted her leg, her strength gave out, nearly sending her tumbling into Song Yi’s arms.

If Song Yi didn’t know Ling Xi had no ulterior motives, she might’ve thought the girl was deliberately throwing herself at her, playing some kind of game.

“You can’t even stand straight. Fine, I’ll have the family doctor come over.”

Song Yi steadied Ling Xi, wrapping an arm firmly around her as she made the call.

Pretending not to care, she let Ling Xi lean against her.

The embrace was warmer than the bed, carrying the soft fragrance Ling Xi had been enveloped in all day—enough to dull her senses.

Breathing against Song Yi’s shoulder, Ling Xi truly felt her fever spike again.

“This is too much trouble…” The girl’s soft, sweet voice brushed Song Yi’s ear.

Song Yi shivered. “Nonsense. I can’t let her get paid for doing nothing.”

Her grip around Ling Xi’s waist unconsciously tightened.

“Besides, even if you’re an alpha, your body isn’t as resilient right after your rut.”

After hanging up, Song Yi reluctantly let go.

Ling Xi nodded obediently, letting Song Yi guide her by the sleeve to sit on the sofa.

While waiting for the doctor, Song Yi kept watching Ling Xi through peripheral glances and the reflection in the glass.

Ling Xi fidgeted slightly, visibly tense.

“Relax. The doctor won’t bite you.” Song Yi finally spoke up to reassure her.

“Okay.” Despite her words, Ling Xi stiffened further.

“What did you do today?” Song Yi sighed inwardly, still thinking Ling Xi was afraid of her.

After everything they’d been through… How could she make Ling Xi more at ease around her?

Maybe some alcohol?

But she couldn’t pretend to be drunk every time they met.

Faking drunken antics had just been a way to get closer, to leave some impression—light or heavy—on Ling Xi.

She wanted Ling Xi to look at her more, to interact with her more.

Honestly, if not for the stark contrast in how Ling Xi treated her before and after she “drank,” Song Yi wouldn’t have resorted to such tricks.

“I drew, uh, played on the computer for a bit…”

Under Song Yi’s disapproving gaze, Ling Xi ducked her head, hiding the fact she’d been busy all day.

She finally understood why she was always so nervous around Song Yi.

Song Yi was cold, stern, and aloof on the surface, yet gentle and warm underneath.

Just like her mother.

When her mother was healthy, she’d strictly disciplined Ling Xi and her sister in studies and conduct, but she’d also bake cakes with her wife when they were tired, gathering the family around the table to eat.

Ling Xi realized her fear of Song Yi, mixed with an unconscious desire to get closer, probably stemmed from that resemblance.

Soon, the family doctor arrived at the villa and knocked on Ling Xi’s door.

“Hmm? You actually have someone staying with you. Here for a checkup?” Ji Heng tilted her chin toward Ling Xi.

“Yeah. She had her sensitive period yesterday and now has a slight fever.” Song Yi spoke as if she were Ling Xi’s guardian, explaining her condition to Ji Heng.

“Of course. Aren’t you staying with me?” Having succeeded in her little scheme, Song Yi seemed to have discovered a new trick she couldn’t stop using.

“I’ll definitely stay with you.” Ling Xi sat back down, visibly more at ease.

“But even if you’re keeping me company, you can still order something you like.”

Song Yi propped her chin on her hand, turning her face toward the window to hide her smile.

Yet she couldn’t keep the lilt from her voice.

Ling Xi watched her loose black hair and the elegant curve of her ear, unconsciously feeling happier too. “Okay, thank you.”

At the same time, as the breeze lifted Song Yi’s hair, Ling Xi realized her heartbeat was accelerating without her control.

When the sunset brushed past Song Yi, the light was so warm.

It dazzled Ling Xi’s eyes, making her want to close them yet reluctant to miss this moment.

The roar of the engine faded away.

Ling Xi could almost hear the sound of her own heartbeat.

—Thump, thump.

Ling Xi clutched her collar.

What was this feeling? She’d never experienced it before.

She was becoming more and more like her mother.

Ling Xi lowered her head in embarrassment.

She was already twenty-two, having lived two lifetimes.

Even if Mu Xie had kept her too sheltered with little social exposure, she shouldn’t be this dependent on her mother, right?

Yet the fondness and closeness in her heart were beyond Ling Xi’s ability to suppress.

“An alpha, huh. What’s your pheromone level?” Ji Heng took Ling Xi’s pulse.

Ling Xi glanced worriedly at Song Yi.

“Family members, please step outside.” Ji Heng nearly laughed watching their interaction.

For Song Yi to keep this alpha by her side, she must have feelings for her.

And this young alpha seemed so nervous about Song Yi.

To think she’d live to see the day Song Yi was flustered.

Ji Heng was thoroughly amused, barely holding back laughter as Song Yi stomped outside with a scowl.

“Only B.” Ling Xi was too tense to even correct the “family member” remark.

Only after Song Yi left did she lower her voice to ask Ji Heng, “You won’t tell anyone, right?”

“Of course, professional ethics and all.” Ji Heng kept her fingers on the pulse, her brow slightly furrowed.

“Any other symptoms besides the fever?”

Her frown didn’t ease as her tone grew serious with Ling Xi.

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