Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 28.2

But she would never hurt Ling Xi.

That was her bottom line.

Just above that line, Song Yi was willing to give everything for a single glance from Ling Xi.

Song Yi’s eyes still held a trace of doubt.

“Don’t doubt me, Song Yi. I just  well, I haven’t sorted out my emotions yet, but it has nothing to do with you. You’ve helped me so much why would I resent you?” Ling Xi took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rapid pounding in her chest as she stepped forward.

The closer she got to Song Yi, the louder her heartbeat grew.

Ling Xi felt like her chest might explode.

Love,  it wasn’t just sweet. It was also this bitter, this painful.

Alone in her room, not streaming, Ling Xi frantically sketched Song Yi, trying to empty her mind.

She liked Song Yi. But she couldn’t let Song Yi see it.

She didn’t want Song Yi to think her closeness was calculated, nor did she want Song Yi to find her creepy and push her away.

Ling Xi needed a better approach, a way to treat Song Yi normally.

Ideally, she could also subtly make Song Yi like her back.

At the very least, even if not full-blown affection, she wanted Song Yi to become dependent on her.

Now, Ling Xi wasn’t just frustrated by her lack of experience she was also annoyed that all her friends were hopelessly single.

Even if tomorrow they “threatened and bribed” her into confessing about Song Yi, they wouldn’t be able to give her good advice.

They were all inexperienced who was better than whom?

If they knew anything, Jiang Yuyang wouldn’t have gone seven or eight years knowing Ling Yue without confessing.

While Ling Xi was still furiously sketching, her mind in chaos, her door was knocked.

“Coming!” Who else could it be but Song Yi?

Ling Xi shut her laptop and rushed to the door.

She didn’t want to make Song Yi upset by taking too long to answer.

But when she opened the door, she was met with a pair of familiar, misty eyes.

The scent of alcohol hit her, and she took in Song Yi’s boneless, slightly drunk demeanor. Ling Xi couldn’t help but laugh helplessly.

It had been days since she’d seen Song Yi like this she’d almost forgotten.

Of course, the one knocking on her door could be Song Yi or it could be Drunk Song Yi.

Could Song Yi have gotten drunk because of my strange behavior today?

Ling Xi wanted to curse herself.

She had to adjust her mindset by tomorrow.

How could she let the person she liked feel hurt simply because of that very affection?

But Song Yi was drunk now.

And Ling Xi relaxed a little.

Would it really matter if she let some of her feelings show at this moment?

After all, by dawn, Song Yi would forget their entanglement for the night.

Whether good or bad.

“How?” Ling Xi softened her voice, but before she could finish, Song Yi called out, “Master.”

“No, no, call me something normal!” Ling Xi was forced back against the doorframe by Song Yi.

The door clicked shut behind them, carelessly closed by Song Yi.

Yet Song Yi kept advancing, completely unaware of the effect she was having.

“Why? Master told me to call you that.” Song Yi’s breath was light, carrying the scent of alcohol mingled with a hint of bergamot sweetness, drifting into Ling Xi’s senses.

Intoxicating.

“I never said that!” Heaven knew what persona Song Yi had adopted today.

How could she call her something so embarrassing?!

“But, Master took me in. We agreed that I would serve you.”

Song Yi’s delicate hands settled on Ling Xi’s waist. “I came here tonight to make Master happy.”

Her fingers traced slow, teasing circles, drawing out a thin sheen of sweat. Ling Xi trembled under her touch again and again, unconsciously gripping her hands.

“Not satisfied with this? Then I’ll try another way.” Song Yi’s fingers brushed Ling Xi’s face next.

Even through the haze of alcohol, her gaze was unmistakably tender, focused , enough to make Ling Xi’s heart race.

Her own eyes, as if bewitched, remained fixed on Song Yi’s face, unable to look away.

“Do you like this, Master?” Song Yi’s fingertips had reached Ling Xi’s lips.

“Don’t call me that.” Ling Xi’s voice trembled, her thoughts in disarray.

But the moment she spoke, Song Yi’s fingers pressed against her lips, then her blunt teeth, her tongue.

“Stop,  ah!” Ling Xi couldn’t help but clutch Song Yi’s waist.

A soft sound escaped Song Yi, one that sent Ling Xi spiraling.

Ling Xi had to grab her hands and push her back.

“Why? Master! You seem to like it.” Song Yi sounded almost wounded.

As if being denied the title was torture.

“I don’t!” Ling Xi even wondered if she had enjoyed it.

Maybe, now that she was aware of her own feelings, she truly longed for every touch from Song Yi.

No matter what form it took.

Especially one so intimate.

The sensation, like a kiss from fingertips, made Ling Xi’s lashes flutter.

“You don’t like it? Then it must be my fault.” With two deft movements, Song Yi pinned Ling Xi in place.

Then she wrapped her arms around her from behind, nipping at her ear.

Ling Xi’s reaction was natural.

Not like she disliked it, nor like she was avoiding it. Just her usual self-restraint.

But Song Yi wasn’t satisfied.

She sensed something, though she couldn’t be sure.

Only closeness with Ling Xi could ease the restlessness inside her.

Five years had passed.

Another six months, then one more month, she had waited through it all.

But now that Ling Xi had finally taken a step toward her, Song Yi found she couldn’t wait any longer.

She was anxious, yet only dared to test Ling Xi’s true feelings through alcohol.

Using that unspoken understanding between them where anything could be erased with just a word.

“Don’t use honorifics.” Ling Xi’s body tensed involuntarily.

She reached out to caress Song Yi’s face but ended up touching her arm instead.

“Then how should I address you, master? You must know, you’re the one keeping me.” Song Yi’s voice seemed to burrow straight into Ling Xi’s heart.

Her words left Ling Xi’s chest itching and aching.

“You can do anything to me.” Song Yi continued her teasing.

Not just nibbling at Ling Xi’s ear but pressing tightly against her,

wrapping her arms around Ling Xi’s waist.

“No, you don’t have to.” Even knowing Song Yi was drunk and acting, Ling Xi couldn’t bring herself to say such shameless words.

Commands and the like. She and Song Yi hadn’t reached that point yet.

“Just call me Xiaoxi.” Ling Xi forced herself out of her dazed state, trying to grasp Song Yi’s hand.

“Xiaoxi, so cute. If it’s master’s wish, then I’ll call you Xiaoxi.”

Song Yi obediently let herself be held, instinctively leaning toward the nearby sofa.

“Master Xiaoxi, my dear master. Don’t you want to do something to me?”

Ling Xi’s hands trembled uncontrollably.

Before today, she would have refused outright.

But now, her feelings of affection kept stirring, and Song Yi was so docile and sweet,

like a little lamb, harmless, only nuzzling close to her owner.

And the owner was also a hunter. All the filthy, wicked thoughts were drawn out by such fragile gestures.

“I do!” Ling Xi leaned down and, for the first time, didn’t refuse Song Yi’s invitation, kissing her lips.

“I really do.” Ling Xi brushed her fingers over Song Yi’s forehead, pulling aside her sheer robe.

“Can I?” Ling Xi stared into Song Yi’s eyes.

How she wished those phoenix eyes held the same tender emotions clear and beautiful, unclouded by drunken haze.

“Of course, my Xiaoxi.” Song Yi embraced Ling Xi.

Song Yi laughed helplessly. “Alright.”

“My family has four people, Mom, Mama, my sister, and me. My sister is seven years older, and our personalities are very different. She’s more laid-back and carefree, appearing gentle on the surface, but really, she’s just too lazy to get angry or think too much.”

“But she’s still a good person. When Mama and Mom were busy, it was always my sister who took me out to play. She even taught me how to fake homework and write apologies, and took me on ‘sick leave’ to go flower-viewing.”

With Song Yi, Ling Xi unconsciously used more intimate terms.

She also spoke much more than before.

Perhaps love itself makes you want the person you adore to know you and to know them better in return.

“Playing hooky?”

“No, we had permission.” Ling Xi searched her memories.

She wasn’t entirely sure if Lingyue had actually gotten her excused.

Song Yi’s eyes curved with amusement. “A small family sounds lovely.”
Ling Xi smiled shyly but sincerely.

The happiness from her family was something that could never be erased.

No wonder Ling Xi had grown into such an endearing personality.

Warmed by Ling Xi’s joy, Song Yi’s heart softened.

“The Song family is huge. Over a hundred in the direct line, even more in the branches. My grandmother had five siblings, and my mother had three. She herself had two children, but my sister is over a decade older. We’re not very close.”

“You can do anything you want, I’ll always love you.” As Ling Xi pressed closer to Song Yi’s cheek, Song Yi murmured softly.

“After all, you are my eternal deity, my forever master.”

When tears were forced from Song Yi’s eyes, these thoughts drifted through their dazed mind.

Perhaps she hadn’t been mistaken after all.

Did Ling Xi truly harbor some feelings for her too?

When everything was over this time, Ling Xi couldn’t bring herself to send the sleeping Song Yi back to her own room.

Let her be selfish just this once, bewitched by her own heart.

Ling Xi carried Song Yi back to her own bedroom.

Even the Buddhist beads around her neck could scatter sometimes.

Thinking of the earlier chaos, Ling Xi felt too warm to put her pajamas back on.

She tucked Song Yi in properly before going to the living room to clean up.

Another night of sweet dreams.

The next morning, Song Yi woke in Ling Xi’s arms and noticed her little darling was already awake.

“Mmm…” Song Yi pretended to have no memory, her eyes clouded with confusion.

“Sister Song, my fault again.” Ling Xi played along.

Her heart was no longer as timid as before instead, she remained remarkably calm, searching for ways to justify herself.

She needed to ensure Song Yi wouldn’t resent her.

Ling Xi lowered her gaze, looking as pitifully fragile as a little white rabbit who’d broken a vase.

Song Yi nearly lost her composure.

Who was it that had bitten her so painfully yesterday?

Made her moan, only for this girl to intensify her efforts.

After dinner, Ling Xi still seemed downcast and prepared to return to her room.

Song Yi stopped her. “If you’re free, would you like to sit in the living room a while longer?”

Seeing Song Yi return to her usual spot, Ling Xi still refused. “I won’t disturb you. I have some side work to finish.”

Song Yi didn’t insist. After Ling Xi went back to her room, she found her chat history with Shi Xinyu, opened the streaming app, and entered the painting streamer’s ID.

The streamer hadn’t started yet, so she idly browsed through their updates.

There were past examples and order links.

But clicking the links showed the month’s slots were full, with the next opening on October 15th.

Song Yi bookmarked the link, set a calendar reminder, then received a message from Yun Fengzhi.

[I’m telling you, my sister’s unbelievable. She’s slandering me again! Claiming I’ve been spreading her contact info everywhere!]

[I admit I once added her to a dating ad. But isn’t it pitiful she’s over thirty and never dated? I was just helping! She doesn’t appreciate her little sister at all!]

Song Yi found Yun Fengzhi’s noise irritating.

[You should be glad I’m not your sister.]

Fortunately, the streamer hadn’t gone live yet, and Song Yi was only pretending to be busy, so she had time to reply.

[Yeah, yeah, you clan heads are all so cold-hearted. Enough of that guess who added my sister today?]

Yun Fengzhi was slacking off during work hours again.

She kept her senses sharp, wary of Tan Nijun.

But failed to notice the approaching “murderous” aura behind her.

Song Yi hadn’t checked, but her body, especially her neck, must be a complete mess.

And now this girl was playing innocent.

“What exactly did you do wrong?” Song Yi crossed her arms irritably, looking at Ling Xi.

Ling Xi detected a hint of inexplicable fondness in her gaze.

Ling Xi’s face flushed involuntarily.

“Well, again.” How many times had spring winds blown now?

“Such a bad little puppy.” Song Yi sighed, glancing at the marks on herself.

“Sister Song!” The nickname made Ling Xi burn with embarrassment again.

Song Yi didn’t blame her, she had expected this. But when Song Yi actually let it go so lightly, Ling Xi couldn’t help but feel elated.

At least Song Yi didn’t dislike doing such things with her.

She was even forgiving, willing to pardon her once or twice.

“What did you call me?” Song Yi suddenly woke up.

“Huh?” Ling Xi had thought Song Yi heard it earlier otherwise, why would she call her a naughty puppy?

But now Song Yi wanted her to say it again, carefully.

Ling Xi flushed with embarrassment, the tips of her eyes nearly turning red.

“Say it again,” Song Yi softened her voice.

“Little sweetheart, say it again.” She wanted to hear it.

That one step closer they had finally taken between them.

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