Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 66

Two hours later, Ling Yue knocked on her own door.

Although she had rented a place outside, she still preferred to come home on weekends.

She saw a pile of blood-stained tissues on the desk.

Ling Xi turned to look at her, a tissue still stuffed in her nose.

“……” The two of them stared at each other in silence.

“Ha. Little kid.” Ling Yue suddenly burst out laughing.

Her sister looked absolutely ridiculous like this.

Ling Xi deflated. “Fine.”

“Let’s go, I’ll take you to eat.” The car came to a stop, and Song Yi opened the door, taking Ling Xi’s hand.

Ling Xi quickly forgot her earlier grievances and cheerfully followed Song Yi out of the car.

Looking at the restaurant’s name, Ling Xi’s mouth watered from the sheer extravagance of it. “Sis, is this meal going to break the bank?”

“Nah. I’ll tell you about my situation later.”

Song Yi led Ling Xi into a private room.

“Do you know Yihe Group?” Song Yi handed the ordering tablet to Ling Xi, letting her take full charge.

“I’ve heard of it. They’re in real estate, right? Why…” Ling Xi suddenly froze.

“No way…” She had heard her family mention that Yihe Group was owned by the Song family.

“Mm. I’m the current chairman of Yihe Group. Before there was a power struggle at home, things got messy, and I got caught up in it. That’s why I was in such a sorry state.”

“But it’s all over now. I’m not in danger anymore.” Song Yi watched Ling Xi’s stunned expression, suddenly worried she might have scared her.

“So one meal is nothing. Even if I treated you every day, it wouldn’t bankrupt me.”

Ling Xi was truly rooted to the spot.

She couldn’t quite process it yet.

“……Then come back soon.” Ling Jingqiu gave up on persuading Ling Xi to return home.

“Auntie, I’ll bring Xiao Xi home myself. You don’t need to worry about that.”

Ling Jingqiu gave Song Yi a complicated look.

[If you have time later, I’d like to talk to you alone.]

Not long after Ling Xi’s family left, Song Yi received a message from Ling Jingqiu.

Now she was a little nervous.

Out of Ling Xi’s family, Ling Jingqiu was definitely the hardest to deal with.

Who knew what she would say?

Song Yi could only obediently reply with a [Got it.]

At 10 p.m., Ling Xi arrived home right on time.

Song Yi had even escorted her to the door.

When Ling Yue opened the door and saw Song Yi, she immediately called out, “Mom!”

When Ling Jingqiu came out, Qi Zhen was draped over her.

“Why are you calling us? Your sister’s back, so what?” Qi Zhen was clearly annoyed at being interrupted. “It’s not like she’s missing an arm or a leg.”

“Xiao Song, are you heading back alone?” Ling Jingqiu ignored the bickering between her wife and daughter, instead turning to Song Yi.

When she saw Song Yi’s car and her refined attire, she had guessed Song Yi was wealthy.

But her idea of wealth only extended to millionaires.

“How much did you see? Your tolerance is so weak.”

Ling Xi had never backed down when teasing her sister.

“I have a partner, of course I couldn’t handle it. Unlike you, a single dog—it’s totally normal you didn’t feel anything after watching.”

Ling Yue was genuinely hurt.

“Just you wait. I’ll bring home a sister-in-law for you this year.”

“I remember you said the same thing last year when Mom asked you.”

Ling Xi even grinned at her. “Good luck, sis.”

“…” Ling Yue gritted her teeth in frustration but could do nothing.

The one she liked didn’t like her back. Those who liked her didn’t interest her.

To put it bluntly, she was just being picky.

“Do you know any single people around you? You can introduce me to your partner’s friends too. I wouldn’t mind finding a sugar mommy.”

“Everyone around me is eighteen. You want to date someone that young?” Ling Xi thought of her good friend.

“What, you have a problem with that? Youth is good—full of energy, perfect for dating.”

Ling Yue reached out to Ling Xi. “Those friends of yours are all single, right?”

Ling Xi slowly pulled out Jiang Yuyang’s contact information. “Don’t you go ruining her.”

Though in her heart, she thought, who ruins who remains to be seen.

Early the next morning, Ling Xi hurriedly finished breakfast and got into the car with Song Yi.

Her two mothers stood at the gate, watching her leave.

They exchanged a glance, both filled with worry.

But Jiang Yuyang was past the age where she’d be happy about this level of concern.

After all, Ling Yue’s tone made it clear she saw her as a child, a little sister to be taken care of.

“Mhm, I’ve already previewed the material.” Jiang Yuyang, being introverted, didn’t know how to break the awkwardness.

Deep down, she was content just being able to interact with Ling Yue like this.

She longed for more, but she feared regressing their relationship even more.

“Previewing, huh. That’s such an old-fashioned term.” Ling Yue casually teased.

“Yuyang, you’ve been pretty busy lately, right? Second year of grad school and all.”

“A little. But I’ll be free in a few months.” Jiang Yuyang answered like a dutiful junior.

Ling Yue clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Then you’ll have to find a job, right? Maybe even take certification exams or civil service tests. Kid, what do you plan to do? Ever thought about being a full-time streamer like me?”

“Well, my family probably wouldn’t approve of me going full-time.” Jiang Yuyang didn’t even dare mention this to her parents.

In fact, she’d been telling them she lived in the school dormitory.

Being an omega, if her parents found out she’d been living with an adult alpha for over a year, there’d be hell to pay.

“Then you’ll have to find a job. Good luck, little one—it’s tough out there. I remember Xi Bao complaining about sending out tons of resumes only to get rejection letters the next day.” Ling Yue spoke casually as she drove steadily.

Ling Xi was worried too.

She studied for two hours before Ling Yue interrupted her, not daring to continue.

She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to handle it if she kept going.

She had her suppressants ready, and the morning delivery had arrived.

Now, clutching the items in her bag, she sat beside Song Yi, unbearably nervous.

“Relax a little.” Song Yi gently brushed Ling Xi’s hair behind her ear.

Ling Xi shivered and let out a soft whimper, collapsing into Song Yi’s arms.

Neither spoke after that, but Ling Xi couldn’t stop her racing heart.

When they arrived at their destination, Ling Xi tightly gripped Song Yi’s sleeve.

“If you’re not feeling well, we can wait a little longer.”

Song Yi practically carried Ling Xi into her villa.

“No, I’m just too nervous.” Ling Xi pressed against her, her voice weak.

“What if I make you uncomfortable? What if I still don’t know what to do?” A flood of worries poured out of Ling Xi.

“What if you don’t like being with me…?”

Such a beautiful person—she really was an omega.

The difference from the sister in her memories was staggering.

If not for that mole, she wouldn’t have recognized her at all.

Seeing that hand hesitating to reach out, Song Yi gave a helpless smile and took a step forward herself, decisively grasping Ling Xi’s wavering hand.

Ling Xi flinched in surprise. The hand holding hers was warm and firm.

It made her suddenly want to cry.

The tears she had been holding back earlier spilled out.

Now it was Song Yi’s turn to be startled.

“What’s wrong?” Song Yi asked, flustered.

Ling Xi’s tears welled up again at her touch.

Her eyes glistened with moisture, looking pitiful. “Because of you, sister. I want you to like me.”

Song Yi’s mother had also been endangered due to the Tiancan Organization.

If she had noticed Mu Xie’s suspicious behavior, she would have set a trap to deal with him, just as in her memories.

But if she was in the open while Mu Xie lurked in the shadows, things would become complicated.

Song Yi might have willingly stepped down from her position as family head just to investigate the people behind Mu Xie and dismantle the Tiancan Organization.

That was why she lived in a place like this—a rented apartment, without servants, handling everything herself.

Ling Xi let out a long sigh.

Her heart ached, but she was powerless.

Everything had already happened. Her body hadn’t fully recovered yet, and even if she wanted to help Song Yi, she couldn’t.

Even,  she could barely speak clearly. Let alone walk without relying on a wheelchair.

Ling Xi felt disheartened.

This was worse than when she had first reincarnated into the engagement with Mu Xie—it was practically a hellish start.

Song Yi didn’t understand.

She helped Ling Xi lie down and wiped away her tears.

“Rest well, Ling Xi. I’ll come see you again tonight.”

Watching Song Yi leave, Ling Xi realized she must have rushed back upon hearing she had woken up.

Hearing that distant “Ling Xi,” she couldn’t help but want to cry again.

For someone who had just regained consciousness, her tears were surprisingly abundant.

“You’re too outstanding. This time, it feels like we’re not even from the same world.” Last night’s reaction from her family had made Ling Xi realize this.

The gap between her and Song Yi was so vast. If not for their encounter last year, they might never have even met.

“And then we progressed so quickly..”

Song Yi sighed in response. Ling Xi lowered her head. “I’m sorry…”

Song Yi guided her to the sofa and held her properly. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

Ling Xi blinked, her lashes still damp with tears.

“What do you see?” They were face to face, Song Yi’s gaze unwavering, leaving Ling Xi no escape.

“A beautiful woman,” Ling Xi finally answered after some thought.

“Exactly. All you see is me. Maybe with a little extra emphasis on my looks. You don’t see my wealth, my status—those so-called ‘things that make us from different worlds.'” Song Yi reached out, brushing the tears from Ling Xi’s lashes.

“When I’m with you, I don’t want to bring any of that either. I just want to face a soul that loves me sincerely.”

Ling Xi nodded. “Sister, I truly do love you.”

“Then that’s all that matters.” Song Yi ruffled Ling Xi’s hair.

After all, her little girlfriend was still young. Being able to consider this much was already admirable.

Song Yi also had endless patience, carefully teaching her little Xi how to think things through.

“But, but I’m still worried it might not go smoothly,” Ling Xi muttered, feeling embarrassed as she suddenly hooked her arms around Song Yi’s neck to hide her face.

“We won’t know until we try, silly. If something really doesn’t feel right, we’ll learn together, okay?” Song Yi patted her back reassuringly.

“Right? I really like you too, and I want to be with you.”

Ling Xi nodded. “I’ll go wash my hands!”

With that, she practically sprinted out of the room in a flurry of steps.

Song Yi followed her into the bathroom.

“I’ll just rinse off quickly.”

Hearing this, Ling Xi lowered her head and scrubbed her hands faster. “D-don’t take anything off now!”

The air fell silent for a second until Ling Xi felt a sudden warmth press against her back.

She nearly jumped in shock.

That sensation…

“S-Sis, you’re not…”

“What’s the big deal? You’ll see it all soon anyway,” Song Yi murmured, tightening her embrace.

“Sweetheart… we promised, remember? You wouldn’t mind my scars.”

Ling Xi felt Song Yi’s head rest heavily against her shoulder, clinging tightly.

Her voice was muffled, laced with unmistakable worry.

“Of course not.” Ling Xi turned off the faucet, softening her tone.

“I’m just shy,  not against seeing you. I-I really, really want to. But, um…”

Face-to-face like this, Ling Xi was far less bold and open than when they talked through a screen.

She glanced back slightly, and Song Yi lifted her gaze to see Ling Xi’s flushed cheeks.

No more words were needed.

Leaning in from that angle, Song Yi kissed Ling Xi’s burning earlobe.

“Sis…” Ling Xi looked like she was about to combust.

“Be good, wait for me in the bedroom?” Song Yi felt reassured by Ling Xi’s reddened face, her mood lifting.

“Or… do you want to watch me wash?”

Ling Xi immediately wriggled out of her arms and bolted from the bathroom like a startled rabbit.

Watching her flee, Song Yi lowered her eyes, hiding her amusement.

She stared at her scars for a couple of seconds before shaking her head.

Her little girlfriend was just too adorable.

Ling Xi sat stiffly on the bed for a while before rummaging through her bag, pulling out everything she had brought.

Only after lining them up did she realize just how much she had bought.

Kachito, Savo, she had even gotten a grinder, following advice she’d read yesterday.

A perfect example of “all gear, no idea.”

Embarrassed by her own overpreparation, she began stuffing everything back in one by one.

Then she flopped onto the bed.

Her sis was taking forever in the shower.

The wait was agonizing.

Ling Xi didn’t realize only two minutes had passed.

She tossed and turned until she finally heard the door open.

Ling Xi shot upright only to nearly collapse back at the sight of Song Yi’s attire.

Song Yi had simply wrapped herself in a towel.

The towel clung to her curves, accentuating her softness.

Her skin still glistened with droplets, flushed pink from the steam.

For the first time, Ling Xi truly understood what “creamy skin” meant.

“What did you bring?” Song Yi wiped the water from her face before kneeling on the bed and leaning closer.

Ling Xi instinctively retreated at her approach, but Song Yi kept advancing until Ling Xi was pinned beneath her.

The pink hue of Song Yi’s skin grew even more vivid.

Ling Xi could even see the light reflecting off each lingering droplet.

Her eyes darted around nervously before she gritted her teeth and grabbed Song Yi’s waist.

Song Yi’s body went weak at the sudden touch, collapsing against her chest.

“Are we starting already?” Song Yi clutched at Ling Xi’s collar, asking cautiously.

“N-No, not yet.” Ling Xi was flustered by the sudden closeness, her heart pounding so hard she almost gave in to the urge to tear away the restraints right then.

“I still need to prepare.” But Ling Xi hadn’t taken her suppressants yet, nor had she put on any protection.

She struggled to crawl away, only to see Song Yi sitting there obediently, waiting which only made her more frantic.

“Wait for me, jiejie.” With that, Ling Xi dumped everything from her bag onto the floor.

Song Yi caught sight of the assortment of “stationery” her girlfriend had prepared.

“…” Song Yi was stunned.

“You really came prepared, didn’t you, little one?” Her own nervousness faded slightly at Ling Xi’s overzealousness.

She picked up the kachito Ling Xi had brought, pressing the button a few times. “Planning to use this later?”

The buzzing sound made Ling Xi bury her face in her knees.

“I—I only brought it in case I couldn’t perform. Can we just use hands first?” Her brain felt like it was burning up.

What little rationality she had left was probably melting away from the heat.

“Of course. Let me help you with the suppressants. I took mine before coming.” Song Yi moved behind Ling Xi as she spoke.

They weren’t even touching yet.

But Ling Xi could already feel an itch spreading across her back.

A prickling sensation wanting to lean in but not daring to.

As if Song Yi had smeared some kind of magical ointment on her, drawing her in.

The prickling intensified when Song Yi’s fingertips brushed against Ling Xi’s neck.

Ling Xi trembled but obediently swept her hair aside, letting Song Yi inject the suppressant into her gland.

The gland at the back of her neck was already aching.

As the needle pressed in, Ling Xi couldn’t help but recall what Qi Zhen had told her yesterday.

There were many types of marks temporary, permanent, even deeper ones that fell between, and the most profound of all, the covenant mark, which required two people to be completely in sync, with compatibility exceeding 95%.

Ling Xi wasn’t sure she could control herself.

Maybe it was better if she and Song Yi didn’t mark each other today.

Once the suppressants took effect, the burning in her mind eased slightly.

Though relieved of that worry, Ling Xi still picked up the muzzle nearby.

“Jiejie, I don’t want to accidentally mark you. I’m afraid of hurting you.”

Like Qi Zhen had said, Ling Xi wasn’t ready to be a mother—hadn’t prepared for that responsibility at all.

She had to prevent that possibility at all costs.

“So, I want to wear this.” She handed the muzzle to Song Yi.

Like a tamed wolf obediently offering her collar to her master.

“Won’t this be uncomfortable?” Song Yi hesitated, fingers tracing the metal mesh.

“But I don’t want to hurt you.” Ling Xi crouched beside her, head slightly lowered.

A few more words, and Song Yi could practically see her tail wagging anxiously.

Her little puppy, asking her to fasten this instinct-suppressing device.

All to submit to her.

Song Yi was gentle but decisive, her movements unwavering.

She cupped Ling Xi’s face, her fingers trailing down to the earlobes, turning the already faintly pink skin into a deep, flushed red. Ling Xi closed her eyes slightly, a prelude to nervousness.

Song Yi adjusted the strap of the muzzle, cradling Ling Xi’s head as she fastened the restraint in place.

Ling Xi could feel the cold metal of the muzzle against her skin.

It was only meant to prevent her from marking Song Yi this restraint wouldn’t hinder her speech or breathing.

Yet, she still felt a sense of suppression, as if Song Yi had pinched her lips shut.

And then, as if following that thought, Song Yi cradled her heart in her hands.

Every slight movement as Song Yi fastened the buckle seemed to resonate directly in Ling Xi’s chest.

The friction slid back and forth, the crisp sound traveling through her skull, sharp yet somehow thick and syrupy in her mind.

“It’s really fine. The chances of anything going wrong with a light mark are slim, and you’d feel better too.”

Once she finished adjusting the muzzle, Song Yi casually smoothed Ling Xi’s hair.

“But,  I really like you like this.” She tilted her head and pressed a kiss to Ling Xi’s temple.

“Will you do it, or should I?” She flicked the bow at her waist.

The bow was tied loosely, and with that slight tug, it looked ready to unravel.

Ling Xi swallowed hard, instinctively crawling toward Song Yi, her hand outstretched.

She had briefly considered using her mouth.

Only after lowering her head did she remember, she was still wearing the muzzle.

So she could only pinch the bow and give it a gentle pull.

The robe fell open halfway. Ling Xi looked up, first catching sight of the scars on Song Yi’s body.

Then, the pale expanse of her chest momentarily dazzled her. Even after blinking, it still felt like something sacred—something she shouldn’t defile.

Song Yi had grown quieter.

She was nervous about Ling Xi’s reaction.

Her body tensed.

Ling Xi merely ran her fingers over the uneven patches of skin.

She wanted to kiss them but couldn’t. Frustration flickered through her—perhaps only then did she realize that Song Yi had agreed to help her wear this restraint purely for play.

It was a kind of game.

So Ling Xi rubbed the metal edge of the muzzle gently against Song Yi’s scars.

Song Yi relaxed under her touch, letting herself be pushed down.

“Do you want to take yours off too?” Her hands rested on Ling Xi, but the angle was awkward, so she made the suggestion.

“Ah—yes.” Ling Xi hadn’t even realized her own state.

She quickly discarded the cumbersome garment.

Returning to Song Yi’s side, Ling Xi gazed at her lips, a pang of frustration finally surfacing.

But she didn’t dare remove the muzzle. At least for the first time, caution was necessary.

Song Yi watched her reaction, secretly amused, her fingers teasing.

“Jiejie…” Ling Xi, drawn into the moment by Song Yi, steeled herself.

“Good girl. Didn’t you want to make me happy?” Song Yi’s fingertips traced lightly.

“You’re beautiful too.”

Ling Xi took a deep breath, her face burning.

“Then I’ll start. Tell me if it’s uncomfortable.”

“Okay.”

Without the use of her lips, Ling Xi had to rely entirely on her hands.

Song Yi squirmed slightly under her hesitant movements.

But she didn’t dare say anything, not wanting to shake the fragile confidence Ling Xi had mustered.

When she finally reached the edge, she gripped Ling Xi’s shoulders with a soft whimper.

Ling Xi paused briefly before picking up the shell-shaped toy beside them.

“How does it feel?” She pressed close, nudging it against the slick warmth.

“Good, just a little harder.” Song Yi nipped at Ling Xi’s ear as she spoke.

“Then, would this feel better?”

Ling Xi rubbed the pearl while feeding Song Yi a biscuit.

Song Yi trembled slightly, letting out a soft moan.

“Come here a little closer, sweetheart…”

As Ling Xi lowered her head, Song Yi bit down on her shoulder.

Ling Xi couldn’t move her mouth, but Song Yi could.