Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 31

Ling Xi frantically turned off her headset.

But it was already too late. The entire live-stream audience had heard her conversation with Song Yi.

Her face flushed crimson as she watched a flurry of donations flood the screen, so many that her vision blurred.

Along with a barrage of teasing comments.

[No wonder Yue-Da didn’t want us joking, she’s taken!]

[Their voices sound so pretty! Can you turn on the camera? We need eye candy for our CP-deprived souls.]

[So sweet!!! Just listening to you two, I can sleep peacefully tonight.]

[Confess! Was the woman in your drawings her? You said she wasn’t someone you liked, so why call her “jiejie”?]

[Exactly! And why does she call you “little sweetheart” if you’re not together?]

Ling Xi froze, staring at the relentless teasing, unable to move.

Five minutes later, after seeing someone speculate that the generous “big sister” donor and Song Yi were the same person, she decisively ended the stream.

New viewers who had come solely to ship the couple spammed question marks in confusion.

Ling Xi tilted her head back, trying to steady her breathing.

When would she remember?

She had a gut feeling that those forgotten memories were important.

The woman in her arms shifted slightly.

Ling Xi turned her head and realized Song Yi had somehow curled into her embrace while asleep. She blinked in surprise.

Then, gently, she pulled the blanket higher over Song Yi’s shoulders.

Her palm lingered, resting lightly against Song Yi’s back.

They were nearly the same height, yet asleep, Song Yi seemed so small curled tightly, pressing closer as if seeking shelter like a wounded creature finding solace in a deity’s arms.

Ling Xi instinctively held her a little tighter.

She didn’t know what Song Yi had been through before.

But struggling with insomnia, relying on alcohol to sleep, and enduring the pressure to marry. Life couldn’t have been easy for her.

Holding Song Yi like this, Ling Xi felt warmth spread through her chest.

This sensation,  it was different.

She had shared beds with Ling Yue, Jiang Yuyang, and He Qingmo before but that was before her late-blooming secondary gender manifested just in time before adulthood.

Could this strange feeling simply be because she was now an alpha holding an omega?

Ling Xi considered it, then dismissed the thought.

At the very least, before Mu Xie revealed her true colors, they had once shared a bed during a trip. That hadn’t stirred anything like this.

Meanwhile, her veteran fans remained unshaken, calmly reassuring the newcomers:

[Our streamer’s shy and young. She probably got overwhelmed by the hype and noped out.]

Ling Xi didn’t even bother shutting down her setup properly just killed the stream and dove under her blankets.

She rolled around wildly, muffling tiny screams into her pillow.

She couldn’t even define what she was feeling right now.

Had Song Yi done that on purpose? Or was it just coincidence?

The screen she’d glimpsed on Song Yi’s phone had definitely been a livestream but it flashed by too quickly to identify.

Now, that mystery, combined with the thrill of their intimate exchange being broadcast to thousands, left Ling Xi’s mind blank.

Her heart raced uncontrollably, tightening until it ached.

Her breathing grew ragged, thoughts dissolving into static. She couldn’t hear anything beyond the pounding in her ears.

It took about thirty minutes for the fog to clear slightly.

Weakly, she propped herself up and grabbed her phone.

One glance at tonight’s streaming revenue, and she nearly fainted all over again.

Tonight probably wouldn’t get any better. Ling Xi thought about that long string of numbers, tears of happiness practically drooling from the corner of her mouth.

A single livestream earned more than her entire year’s salary from a regular job.

Ling Xi didn’t even want to think about whether Song Yi had done it on purpose anymore.

She just wanted to know if she could invite Song Yi to her livestream again in the future.

After washing up, Ling Xi looked at the empty room before sitting back at her desk, slowly nibbling on the fruit Song Yi had brought up for her.

The grapes were cloyingly sweet.

Just like the person who had brought them.

The steam from her hot shower gradually dissipated.

As her body temperature cooled, Ling Xi shivered.

Winter was coming. No wonder it felt so cold.

She put the remaining fruit and drinks in the refrigerator, then glanced at the door.

Would Song Yi come tonight?

Thinking of the warmth of an embrace, of Song Yi’s insomnia, of the lingering livestream…

Ling Xi gritted her teeth and went to fetch a pillow from her bedroom.

After much deliberation, she decided alcohol would be her excuse.

At this hour, Ling Xi would normally still be awake anyway, it wouldn’t be too disruptive.

Unexpectedly, when she opened the door, there stood Ling Xi clutching a pillow.

Her hand still frozen mid-knock.

“What’s wrong?” Song Yi’s voice softened instinctively.

Ling Xi’s mind was in complete chaos tonight, she hadn’t even prepared a reason for coming to Song Yi’s room.

Only when questioned did she realize the oversight.

But turning tail now would be far too embarrassing.

“Are you going to have trouble sleeping tonight?” The more nervous she got, the more scrambled her thoughts became, making her question sound odd.

Song Yi understood immediately.

She reached out, hooked Ling Xi’s shoulder, and wordlessly pulled her inside.

Locking the door behind them.

“I will. Are you going to keep me company?” Song Yi eyed the pillow.

In the end, even though Ling Xi had brought a pillow to her door, Song Yi still had to be the one to ask.

“If you don’t mind.” Ling Xi didn’t know where to put her hands and feet, her movements stiff as a robot following Song Yi.

“Nervous?” Song Yi suddenly stopped.

Causing Ling Xi to bump into her back.

The impact made Ling Xi’s eyes redden.

She blinked her misty eyes at Song Yi.

Song Yi leaned in slightly, their gazes colliding.

“You came to find me. How can you be the nervous one?” Song Yi chuckled softly, her breath brushing Ling Xi’s lips.

The tickling sensation made Ling Xi purse her lips, trying to blur the feeling.

“I just wanted to be with you.” She still didn’t dare voice her longing directly.

“I missed you too! I was just about to look for you.” The alcohol had been her way of coping with missing Ling Xi.

Song Yi stopped teasing and wrapped an arm around Ling Xi’s shoulders, taking the pillow from her hands.

Hearing Song Yi’s increasingly straightforward words, Ling Xi’s ears burned, her temperature rising wave after wave.

The heat was unbearable, yet Song Yi kept her arm firmly around her shoulders.

She longed for a hug.

“Helped you hit this month’s quota early?” Seeing Ling Xi still had energy to call, Song Yi knew it wasn’t serious and kept joking.

On the other end, Yun Fengzhi rolled his eyes.

“I’m exhausted! Do you know how many people went into their special cycles? One hundred seventy-eight! All high-level alphas and omegas. Even with inhibitors, I barely held on. My nose still reeks of all those overpowering pheromones.”

“Only that many?” That street had been packed with people.

“Oh my heavens, you think that’s not enough? Do you have any idea what happens when a crowd’s pheromones get mixed together? Forget about hundreds of people even just five would be enough to turn everyone into primal beasts driven by instinct alone. Thankfully I arrived in time, otherwise their intelligence, physical abilities, even their pheromone levels would’ve been affected.”

“That vicious?” Ling Xi frowned as she listened nearby.

Mu Xie’s move was obvious not just trying to escape herself, but also to create chaos, harming as many high-level alphas and omegas as possible.

“Oh, sister-in-law, you’re here too.” Yun Fengzhi wasn’t surprised to hear Ling Xi’s voice.

“Extremely vicious. Luckily thanks to your Shen Feique, we analyzed the drug’s components and discovered it only triggers special cycles in people with mid-A level or above pheromones. That Mu Xie clearly holds grudges, she’s antisocial, deliberately seeking revenge.”

“If you’re tired, you can sleep first. I just need to finish something, about half an hour.” Song Yi said while adjusting Ling Xi’s pillow.

There were already two pillows on the bed. Ling Xi felt embarrassed for bringing an extra one.

“I can wait. Was work particularly busy today?” Ling Xi followed Song Yi out of the bedroom.

“There’s a project.” Song Yi didn’t hide her work from Ling Xi , even pulling up a chair for her to sit beside her.

“You trust me enough to show me this?” Ling Xi avoided looking at Song Yi’s computer for now.

“Of course. I trust you.”

Ling Xi flushed at her straightforward words.

She lowered her head slightly and, out of curiosity, peeked at the screen.

She recalled that YIHE Group specialized in real estate and was an industry leader.

Song Yi was probably reviewing the next land parcel.

As Ling Xi read the words on the screen, a memory surfaced.

At this point in her previous life, Mu Xie’s surveillance wasn’t as strict.

Of course, unlike this life, Mu Xie hadn’t been expelled from the Song family then.

Ling Xi had been forced to listen to Mu Xie complain about Song Yi’s decisions, saying she’d foolishly given away prime land.

That parcel was near the residence of a certain dynasty’s princess during her southern tour. Once restored, property values in the area would skyrocket. Perfect for hotels or pawnshops.

By the time Ling Xi was completely confined, the historical site had been fully restored, its tourism promotions visible even to her.

“Are you buying this land?”

Hearing this, Song Yi turned to look at Ling Xi.

The girl’s childlike curiosity shone through her bright, wide eyes gazing innocently at her.

Song Yi couldn’t resist poking her cheek. “Still considering. Some oppose it, saying there are cultural relics nearby.”

“As long as they’re not on this parcel, it should be fine? Having scenic spots nearby boosts value just don’t build residential housing.” Ling Xi thought aloud, offering advice.

“That’s what I thought too. But I lack substantial evidence.” Finally, someone shared her perspective.

Song Yi’s weary heart relaxed at last.

“Song-jie, I thought no one would dare oppose decisions at your level.”

Later, as Song Yi finished working, Ling Xi chatted casually.

“Not exactly. I haven’t held power long not many truly respect me yet, and I haven’t placed enough of my people in the company.”

That’s why even distant relatives dared to challenge her openly.

“That sounds quite challenging,” Ling Xi said as she reached out to massage Song Yi’s shoulders. “You must have been sitting for too long. Let me help you relax.”

“Well then, thank you, my dear,” Song Yi replied, initially intending for them to simply rest together.

But when Ling Xi offered to help, how could Song Yi refuse?

She leaned back in her chair, her fingertips unconsciously resting on Ling Xi’s hand.

Yet when she woke up, she found Song Yi still nestled in her arms.

Ling Xi tried to move closer, pressing herself tighter against Song Yi until she could feel her warm breath.

Closing her eyes, Ling Xi wished to prolong this moment.

After a while, she felt Song Yi stir and opened her now bright eyes.

Song Yi glanced at her before snuggling deeper into her embrace, as if not recognizing her.

Ling Xi, recalling that Song Yi hadn’t drunk the night before, gently patted her back.

“Song-jie?” Her voice softened from Song Yi’s clingy behavior.

“Little dear.” Song Yi was awake and could still recognize Ling Xii.

Relieved, Ling Xi simply held her.

A few days ago, Ling Xi would never have imagined that in the future, she’d have to coax her omega, who didn’t have morning grumpiness but loved lazing in bed to wake up every single day.

“Time to get up,” Ling Xi said, lifting Song Yi slightly and placing her under the morning light.

Song Yi frowned at the clock on the bedside table.

“Five more minutes,” she mumbled before closing her eyes again.

Ling Xi was both amused and exasperated.

Running her fingers through Song Yi’s hair, she didn’t refuse. After all, she also wanted to linger in this closeness a little longer.

Five minutes later, Ling Xi finally managed to rouse Song Yi.

“I’ll go back to my room to freshen up?” Seeing Song Yi successfully awake, Ling Xi prepared to leave.

“I asked Aunt Zhao to prepare an extra set. Check the bathroom,” Song Yi said, tugging at Ling Xi ’s sleeve.

“So you won’t have to run back and forth later.”

Not daring to dwell on the implications of Song Yi’s words, Ling Xi slipped into the bathroom to freshen up first.

Song Yi sat on the bed for a while.

She never used to laze in bed before.

Perhaps it was because Ling Xi’s presence made her rest so well that she’d picked up this bad habit.

But…

Thinking back to those drowsy five minutes, she remembered the gentle touch against her hair.

Ling Xi probably enjoyed it too.

Receiving the job offer, Ling Xi was more than just a little surprised.

She could finally put an end to the days of sending out resumes with no response.

Busy preparing for her first official job, Ling Xi barely had any extra time these days apart from evenings spent cuddling with Song Yi, watching shows, and accompanying her to sleep.

As for streaming, there was another reason Ling Xi didn’t dare to start again.

She had a suspicion.

Just as the comments had said.

The generous patron who tipped her was none other than Song Yi.

How else could it be such a coincidence?

Before knowing Song Yi, she’d streamed for so long, yet the most she ever received were small tips, just enough for a meal from fans.

But after meeting Song Yi, she suddenly received such large donations.

Especially when she recalled seeing a familiar fan ID on Song Yi’s phone screen that night.

Ling Xi guessed the reason was likely because she kept drawing Song Yi, and someone who knew her had taken screenshots to show her.

Song Yi had come to watch her stream and, for some reason, tipped her generously even requesting drawings.

Drawing the actual person you knew Ling Xi had only done something like that back in middle school.

The school was holding a carnival, and she got roped into being the face of her class. Sitting there bored, she asked He Qingmo if he wanted her painting.

Ling Xi was nervous both about her drawings not being good enough for Song Yi’s standards and about her new job so naturally, she didn’t want to go live.

The night before her first official day at work, Ling Xi was so anxious she couldn’t even focus on the drama she was watching. She held a bowl of grapes in her hands and finished them all in half an hour.

“What’s wrong? Feeling down?” Song Yi had been busy lately dealing with land acquisition matters, so their communication had dwindled, though she never missed their daily routines.

“Nervous.” Ling Xi glanced at Song Yi beside her, then suddenly leaned against her shoulder.

“Song-jie! I’m so nervous.”

“What’s going on? Tell me.” Song Yi pulled her closer.

Ling Xi immediately curled into Song Yi’s embrace and whined.

“I start work tomorrow. It’s my first job, and I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do. I’m terrified of messing up.”

“Someone will guide you, right? What kind of job did you get?” Song Yi understood now. So Ling Xi had also been busy preparing for her new role.

At least they’d been busy together. She probably hadn’t neglected Ling Xi too much these past few days.

“It’s design-related. A clothing company. Ugh… I didn’t even want to go. I don’t think I’ll do well. My drawings the designs, they’re all just references, or sometimes I just lazily copy real clothes. What if my designs turn out ugly?” Ling Xi paused mid-sentence.

She deliberately checked Song Yi’s reaction.

Song Yi just kept gazing at her, eyes tender as always.

Had she guessed wrong? Suspicious, Ling Xi tried to find a way to expose Song Yi’s secret identity.

“Designing takes a lot of brainpower. They won’t overwork you and drain all your inspiration, will they?”

Song Yi thought about it, she remembered Shi Xinyu wanted Ling Xi to participate in a fashion show.

“I don’t know. It’s my first job.” If someone pressured her with a tight deadline, Ling Xi figured she could still submit something.

The quality, though, would be questionable.

“I’m just scared of messing up and getting fired during the probation period.”

Ling Xi buried her face in Song Yi’s chest. “Jobs are so hard to find these days.”

“If they dare to do that, you tell me.” Song Yi frowned.

According to Yihe Group’s hiring standards, employees weren’t dismissed during probation unless they made major mistakes that caused losses.

Though Ling Xi was joining Shi Xinyu’s company. Shi Xinyu wouldn’t directly oversee her, what if her immediate supervisor was unreasonable and bullied her?

“Song-jie.” Ling Xi hadn’t expected Song Yi to stand up for her like this.

She’d just been venting casually, treating Song Yi the same way she would Jiang Yuyang or the others.

But Song Yi was taking it so seriously.

Her brows were even knitted together.

“We’re getting our marriage license next week. Shouldn’t I help you? Why are you looking at me like that?” Song Yi chuckled at Ling Xi’s reaction and flicked her forehead.

“Oh, right.” Time had flown by.

Soon, Ling Xi would turn twenty, the legal marriage age. Their contractual marriage could finally take effect.

Just a contract, though.

Ling Xi felt a twinge of disappointment.

At least during the agreement, Song Yi had promised she wouldn’t be with anyone else.

If Ling Xi put in some effort, maybe it could go from contractual to real.

With that thought, Ling Xi suddenly looped her arms around Song Yi’s neck.

“So, is this how I should look at Song-jie?”

It was rare for Ling Xi to take the initiative.

Especially with such a teasing remark.

Her posture, her expression.

Those peach blossom eyes, brimming with spring’s allure, tugged at Song Yi’s heart.

Song Yi’s breath hitched for a second.

Then, her hand settled on Ling Xi’s waist, as if unaffected by the disturbance.

“This is more like it. After all, soon enough you’ll be my lawful wife.”

Her voice was soft, but the words carried a heavy undertone of suggestion.

Gripping that slender waist, Song Yi pulled Ling Xi’s hand onto herself.

“Do you know the quickest way to relax, sweetheart?” Song Yi was testing trying to coax Ling Xi into intimacy without relying on drunkenness.

Ling Xi understood her intent, fingers curling slightly.

They traced Song Yi’s collarbone, fingertips grazing smooth, delicate skin.

“Well?” Ling Xi swallowed hard, her throat dry.

The rising heat seemed to steal what little moisture remained in her body.

She, too, wanted to claim a taste of the nectar that belonged solely to her.

“Aren’t you already doing it?” Song Yi leaned back gradually.

The fabric of her nightgown clung to Ling Xi’s side, carrying a faint scent of laundry detergent.

Startled by Song Yi’s words, Ling Xi withdrew her hand.

“What are you afraid of?” Song Yi seized her wrist.

Ling Xi’s breathing quickened.

“But…” An embrace without reason.

And in such an absurd place, no less.

Song Yi’s villa spanned multiple floors, staff residing within.

If someone were to pass by Ling Xi didn’t dare dwell on the thought.

“It’s not like we haven’t done it before.” Song Yi settled comfortably onto the couch.

Her eyes, shadowed by Ling Xi’s frame, lost their light, sharpening instead.

Yet it only made Ling Xi yearn to draw closer.

Only she knew the tenderness hidden beneath that edge.

“Before, I was barely conscious. I want to experience it properly this time.”

Song Yi grabbed Ling Xi’s collar, pulling her down.

Ling Xi listened, her breath ghosting over Song Yi’s collarbone, her earlobe.

Song Yi had no choice but to tighten her grip on Ling Xi’s waist.

“Won’t you help me?” With Ling Xi, perhaps forcefulness was the only way, a lesson Song Yi had learned.

“I want to.” Ling Xi closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and kissed the tip of Song Yi’s ear.

Her warm breath tangled in Song Yi’s soft, fluffy hair.

It made Song Yi’s mind burn alongside.

“I. want to from you.” Ling Xi rephrased. “Sister! Song-jie. I want you.”

“Then don’t hesitate.” A flush crept to the corners of Song Yi’s eyes.

Like autumn leaves surrendering to rain.

“But this is the living room…” Ling Xi tried to lift Song Yi.

“Do you mind?” Song Yi laughed. Whenever they were in the living room, the staff had standing orders to keep their distance.

When had Ling Xi ever seen even Manager Zhao pass by at night?

“I’m scared!.”

“Don’t be, sweetheart.” Song Yi kissed Ling Xi’s ear in turn.

Her lips brushed the curve, leaving behind a damp trace.

“Then, forgive my boldness.” Ling Xi peeled away the first layer.

Her teeth found the peak.

Song Yi’s lashes trembled.

The pain pricked her heart, but it was mostly nerves and an indescribable pleasure.

This truly was bold. Song Yi could only think Ling Xi had grown daring.

She hadn’t been like this before.

For no reason, Ling Xi had suddenly become so skilled.

Perhaps they’d simply grown closer. Maybe Ling Xi had been holding back.

And even restrained, she’d been enough to, Song Yi gasped as Ling Xi’s lips captured hers.

That breath caught in her throat.

Ling Xi refused to let it escape.

Song Yi had no choice but to follow Ling Xi’s pace, taking shallow breaths.

“Good girl, be good.” Song Yi’s voice trembled uncontrollably.

“Are you,  feeling a little more relaxed?” Yet she still thought to ask about Ling Xi’s state.

“Yes.” Ling Xi gently nibbled at Song Yi’s lower lip. “Much more relaxed.”

Yet, on the other hand, Ling Xi couldn’t help but tense up.

Her emotions were entirely swayed by Song Yi, rising and falling with every reaction from her.

“Thank you, Sister Song.” At the moment when Song Yi trembled, Ling Xi closed her eyes and whispered softly by Song Yi’s ear.

The impact of those words on Song Yi was no less than a confession.

A faint scent of bergamot drifted through the air.

“Probably.?” Ling Xi thought for a moment. At this point, she hadn’t been confined in that small room for long, so her physical condition wasn’t too bad.

She tested her strength, she could carry her.

Song Yi obediently pressed against her chest, arms wrapped around her neck without letting go.

“Is this okay?” Ling Xi insisted on getting an answer.

“Mhm.” Song Yi, however, didn’t really want to respond.

Wasn’t her reaction just now answer enough?

Having to spell it out would be too embarrassing.

“Do you like it?” Ling Xi gazed intently at Song Yi.

“…Mhm.” Song Yi’s face flushed.

“That’s good. I was worried you might be uncomfortable.” Ling Xi smiled.

After all, she couldn’t fully trust the words of a drunken Song Yi.

Those bold, reckless words. Even now, thinking about them made Ling Xi’s glands swell with heat.

But then again,  perhaps those words were truths spoken under the influence.

Song Yi fell silent.

She was a little uncomfortable.

Her throat, her body, the bite marks.

But she feared that if she said so, Ling Xi might hesitate to touch her freely in the future. That would be her real loss.

“You aren’t going to clean up with me?” Song Yi noticed Ling Xi was about to leave after bringing her to the bathroom.

“N-no, I shouldn’t.” Ling Xi was afraid she might lose control again. “I’ll wash up in my own room.”

“What about sleeping?”

“I’ll come find you right after!” Ling Xi dashed away.

Song Yi watched her figure disappear from sight.

From now on, the room Ling Xi had been staying in could remain as a guest room.

With the lights off, Ling Xi inched slightly closer to Song Yi.

Coincidentally, Song Yi was also stealthily shifting toward Ling Xi.

When their bodies touched, both froze for a moment.

Ling Xi’s face turned red; Song Yi chuckled.

“Want to sleep holding each other?”

Ling Xi nodded and immediately reached out to her.

Song Yi nestled into her favorite embrace and closed her eyes.

No matter what Ling Xi truly felt about her.
At the very least, Ling Xi seemed to enjoy physical contact with her.

Even if it was just that, she should be content for now.

As she drifted into sleep, Ling Xi found herself back in that hazy summer from her memories.

But dreams aren’t continuous this time, it seemed to skip ahead.

In the dream, she was already familiar with that older girl, holding her hand and clutching the pocket money she’d painstakingly saved to take her to her favorite restaurant.

She wanted to treat her to a meal.

The girl was still covered in wounds, though her complexion looked slightly better than before.

“You want to treat me?” The girl’s voice was faint, lighter than a cloud.

In the dream, Ling Xi didn’t realize how familiar it sounded. She was simply following the memory.

She turned back. “Of course. Sister Lianlian, you said you don’t get enough to eat. I happen to have extra money, let me treat you.”

“It’s fine!”

“No, it’s not! I can’t stand seeing people go hungry. Here we are. This is my favorite place. Their mixed rice is really good.”

Ling Xi glanced around—it was the small eatery across from her school.

Inviting someone to a dingy little place like this.

Even in her dream, Ling Xi mocked her student mentality.

But, for this “Miss Lian,” even a simple bowl of mixed rice might be a luxury.

How had things come to this? Ling Xi couldn’t help but wonder. Yet the dream version of her never asked.

She only knew that when she treated the girl to a meal, the young woman devoured it as if she hadn’t eaten properly in several lifetimes.

Afterward, she took the girl to buy medicine for her injuries.

Finally, she held the girl in her arms as they slept beneath the shade of a tree.

The sun flickered in their eyes, the heat pressing against their bodies.

Ling Xi swung her legs, licking an ice pop, letting the girl rest in her embrace.

When she opened her eyes, Ling Xi felt warmth in her arms.

She looked down and saw Song Yi.

They really were so alike.

The posture, those phoenix eyes, that beauty mark.

But if it really was Song Yi, How could Song Yi have ended up like this?

And why did Song Yi seem not to remember her?

Ling Xi stayed silent for a long time, unable to fall back asleep.

She sat up, went back to her room to grab her phone, and took a quick trip to the bathroom.

When she returned, Song Yi hadn’t woken, and Ling Xi unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

But at that moment, her phone rang.

A message had come in.

Ling Xi opened her phone and saw.

Sender: [Ling Yue]