Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 24.1

Ling Xi found herself retreating step by step under the overwhelming presence, tilting her head back.

This awkward, improper kiss, she wanted it.

But she couldn’t.

Song Yi was drunk, but she was still sober.

How could she allow herself to sink into depravity and indulge a drunkard’s desires?

And besides if they really kissed, Ling Xi wasn’t sure how she would react.

Only now did she realize she had been anticipating Song Yi’s arrival.

Almost every day, she had been thinking about their unexpected intimacy.

A kiss was just the prelude, it always led to a passionate symphony.

Bound by her sense of morality, Ling Xi exhaled shakily.

In the end, she only let Song Yi kiss her chin.

The tip of her chin was grazed by soft lips, followed by a faint sting.

“What about the scented candles? Not the prayer beads, the candle kind.”

“I don’t really like that scent. It’s too strong.” Song Yi spoke, then slightly turned, her lips nearly brushing against Ling Xi’s ear.

“Since you’re awake now, will you keep me company?”

The tickling warmth of Song Yi’s breath against her ear sent a shiver down Ling Xi’s spine.

“Y-yeah, sure.” She tilted her head slightly, trying to ignore the heat at her ear.

“Just drink less, okay?” After taking a deep breath, Ling Xi felt her entire face grow warm. She turned to look at Song Yi, who was standing too close.

“I wasn’t planning to drink much anyway. You know my tolerance is terrible.”

Song Yi finally moved away from Ling Xi’s ear, but casually took hold of her fingertips instead.

Leading her into the room.

Then pulling her into the bedroom.

Ling Xi stared blankly at Song Yi’s bed.

She had thought “keeping company” meant sitting together on the couch, spacing out, maybe looking up some meditation tutorials.

Not this kind of company.

But she had already agreed.

Her face flushed, Ling Xi couldn’t tell whether the ache in her chest came from desire or nervousness.

“I won’t do anything.” Song Yi couldn’t help but smile at Ling Xi’s expression like a little rabbit stumbling into a wolf’s den.

“Why won’t you let me kiss you?” Song Yi looked up, pouting, and looped her arms around Ling Xi’s neck.

“We’ve been married for so long. What’s wrong with a little kiss?” She clung to Ling Xi, refusing to let her escape.

From fingertips to knuckles, the back of her hand, her palm every inch of that poor, fortunate hand was caressed by Song Yi.

“I love you so much, darling.” Song Yi’s lashes fluttered incessantly.

Her gaze was fox-like, bewitching just one glance could stir up endless waves.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Song Yi still hadn’t released Ling Xi’s hand.

Instead, she licked the clean pad of Ling Xi’s finger, closing her eyes to press a deep kiss against the fingertips that had once brought her ecstasy.

Ling Xi felt a sudden wet heat and instinctively curled her fingers.

“You’re acting so strange today, darling.” Song Yi licked again, about to take the finger into her mouth, but Ling Xi struggled free.

“Won’t let me kiss you, won’t let me touch you. You really must be tired of me.”

She sighed dramatically, as if truly heartbroken, as if the world had turned gray.

“That’s not…” Ling Xi covered the fingertip Song Yi had licked, hurriedly hiding it behind her back.

Yet she made no effort to wipe away the traces Song Yi had left.

She could already catch a faint whiff of bergamot.

Ling Xi finished filling in the colors, closed the drawing software, and pulled up the web drama she’d been watching a few days ago. While texting her girlfriends about her progress, she flopped onto the bed, adjusted her tablet, and started the show.

Just as Ling Xi reached the scene where the little fox spirit, dressed in ancient robes, was mistaken for a hanfu enthusiast and asked for photos on a modern street, the door was knocked on again.

Ling Xi paused the show and called out without turning. “It’s unlocked.”

Who could be looking for her at this late hour?

Ling Xi suddenly jolted with realization. At this time of night, there was only one person who would come knocking the perpetually drunk Song Yi.

She sprang out of bed like a carp leaping from water and dashed to the door. As she approached, she heard a faint voice.

“Darling, I can’t open!” The voice trembled with urgency, bordering on tears.

Ling Xi quickly turned the doorknob, letting the intoxicated woman inside. The drunkard was soft and unsteady, wrapped in the scent of alcohol, collapsing gently onto Ling Xi.

“Darling, why did you lock me out?” Song Yi cooed in a deliberately high-pitched voice, mimicking the seductive tone of a fox spirit. Her hand rested on Ling Xi’s shoulder, fingers tracing lazy circles before wandering to Ling Xi’s earlobe restless and teasing.

It was all so strange.

Though it was normal for Song Yi, an S-class Omega, to struggle with controlling her pheromones when drunk, Ling Xi had just gone through her rut not long ago. Why was she so acutely sensitive to the Omega’s scent now?

“Then why won’t you kiss me?” Song Yi looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. She seemed genuinely heartbroken, leaving Ling Xi at a loss for words.

If a sober Song Yi made such a request. Ling Xi thought she would refuse. But under the haze of intoxication, she might actually agree.

“Miss Ling Xi.” Butler Zhao greeted her, setting down a plate of breakfast.

“You don’t have to!” Ling Xi began, but the hopeful gaze of the cook beside her made the words stick in her throat. Resigned, she lowered her head, set her prayer beads aside, and prepared to eat.

“Butler Zhao, hasn’t Song Yi gotten up yet?” Even after finishing her meal, Ling Xi still hadn’t seen any sign of Song Yi. Could she be avoiding her? After signing that agreement, Ling Xi had thought they’d grown closer.

Then again, she found her own thoughts odd. Whether Song Yi wanted to see her or not shouldn’t matter, right? Their relationship was purely transactional, driven by mutual benefit. Song Yi wasn’t even her friend. Sitting here feeling dejected for fifteen minutes was ridiculous.

Yesterday was just an accident. Don’t overthink it.

Just as Ling Xi finished consoling herself, Butler Zhao spoke up.

“Young Miss left early today, around six. She mentioned having urgent business at the company. She also insisted we make sure you eat breakfast, given your hypoglycemia.”

“I see…” So she had worried for nothing.

“She left her prayer beads in well, in my room. Could you have them repaired and returned to her?”

Only then did Butler Zhao notice the scattered beads Ling Xi had brought downstairs. Even without knowing the details, he found the situation absurd. Where was his aloof, emotionally detached young miss? Had they really spent all that time together in the same room doing, that? Enough for Song Yi to remove the prayer beads she always wore.

But right now, Song Yi was drunk. Ling Xi couldn’t take advantage of her. Their agreement only covered helping each other during special periods.

“If we’re married and you still won’t kiss me, doesn’t that mean there’s no love?” Song Yi leaned further into her act, wiping away tears as if heartbroken by Ling Xi’s coldness as an Alpha, crying pitifully.

“Then I guess there’s no reason for me to exist anymore, since even my dear one doesn’t like me.” She said, already looking around for a brick to smash her head against.

Her eyes darted everywhere as she kept muttering similar things.

Ling Xi hurriedly stopped her. “It’s not that there’s no feelings, it’s not that I don’t like you.”

Just humoring a drunk person’s act. That’s what Ling Xi told herself as she delivered this line.

Her ears burned crimson.

This was her first confession in life.

And she’d just given it to this drunkard.

Ever since her mother’s accident, one misfortune after another natural disasters, human calamities had befallen their family.

Sometimes Ling Xi really wanted to ask heaven why.

What had their family done wrong to deserve such unfair treatment?

Ling Xi only allowed herself two minutes of crying.

Silently, not daring to let a single tear fall on Ling Jingqiu’s hospital bed.

Afraid that if her mother suddenly woke up, she’d feel distressed and worried about her.

“Anyway, everything’s fine. Don’t worry about me.”

She took her mother’s hand and placed it on her own head. “And mommy, I miss you so much.”

“But…” Song Yi held Ling Xi’s hand and pressed it against her own face.

“Will you hug me? I’m feeling a bit sad right now.”

Feeling the smooth softness of that skin, Ling Xi truly wanted to carve out her heart and present it to Song Yi right then.

No matter how painful or nervous she felt, Ling Xi couldn’t bear to make Song Yi sad again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t regulate my emotions well.” She simply wrapped her arms around Song Yi’s neck and gave her a gentle hug.

“As long as you don’t hate me.” Song Yi accepted the embrace, her voice already tinged with tears.

She nestled into Ling Xi’s arms. Her movements were equally gentle, but her body temperature was noticeably high.

Warm enough.

“I don’t hate you. I’ll never hate you.” Ling Xi lightly nuzzled against Song Yi’s cheek.

“Let’s go eat.”

“Okay.” Song Yi held Ling Xi’s hand tightly, as if unwilling to let go.

If Ling Xi hadn’t been so inexperienced in matters of love, she might have realized sooner how differently Song Yi treated her.

At this moment, Ling Xi remained naive, secretly pleased by Song Yi’s slightest displays of affection.

Yet she didn’t dare speculate further, instead constantly reminding herself to exercise restraint.

She was also afraid that rashly confessing her feelings might scare Song Yi away.

After dinner, Ling Xi still didn’t stay long, excusing herself with some business and returning to her room.

Song Yi didn’t even feel like waiting for her livestream, wallowing in melancholy for a while before reaching for alcohol again.

She gently brushed her mother’s hand, finally letting out a soft sigh.

“I’ll come see you again when I have time.” Ling Xi left the flowers by her mother’s bedside. The nurse she’d hired would take care of them.

If her mother woke up one day, she’d see those flowers and know Ling Xi had visited, that everything was alright.

After checking in the bathroom mirror to ensure her expression was normal, Ling Xi returned to the waiting area.

“Sorry for the wait.” Seeing that her number was almost called, she jogged back to Song Yi’s side.

“It’s fine.” Song Yi’s friend had messaged that Ling Xi had just been to the 12th floor inpatient department.

Was a family member hospitalized?

Ling Xi felt somewhat displeased, but facing Song Yi’s tear-filled eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to be upset.

“Then why can’t we kiss?” Song Yi seemed fixated on this point today.

“I like my dear one, my dear one likes me too, we should do something happy together.”

This drunkard really meant it that way.

Ling Xi bit her lip.

“Because I have a mouth ulcer,” she began fabricating excuses.

“Just one kiss.”

“I ate garlic!” Ling Xi blurted out in desperation.

“I don’t mind. You’re just making excuses to avoid kissing me. Maybe I should just go drown myself in tofu.”

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