Seduced Me into a Deep Fall (GL , ABO) - Chapter 13
Upon entering the room, Song Yi felt utterly dejected.
Why was the distance from the stairs to the room so short?
She hadn’t had enough time to linger before Ling Xi set her down.
She could only pretend her legs were weak, deliberately collapsing toward the floor.
She trusted Ling Xi wouldn’t be so heartless.
Sure enough, Ling Xi softened and quickly reached out to catch her.
“How much did you drink…? You can’t even stand properly,” Ling Xi muttered, assuming Song Yi couldn’t understand.
Song Yi answered silently in her heart just three bottles, not that much.
Tonight wasn’t about drowning sorrows; she needed to keep her wits about her for any unexpected situations.
A light drink, just enough to create a tipsy aura and set the mood, was sufficient.
“I can stand just fine,” Song Yi snapped back to reality, struggling in Ling Xi’s arms.
“You were about to fall just now,” Ling Xi said helplessly. She had intended to guide Song Yi to a seat.
Though she had no experience handling drunk people, she couldn’t just let Song Yi stand there indefinitely.
But suddenly, Song Yi seemed to gain strength, pulling at her until they both nearly toppled over.
“Song Yi, aren’t you supposed to attend the party?” Ling Xi had no choice but to exert some force, trying to steady Song Yi before she struggled too much and actually fell.
At the same time, she attempted to divert the conversation.
“Exactly, so of course I can stand,” Song Yi replied illogically.
Yet her struggles were calculated.
Her movements appeared haphazard, but each one brought her closer to Ling Xi.
Finally, feigning exhaustion, Song Yi pressed herself entirely against Ling Xi.
Ling Xi instinctively wrapped her arms around Song Yi’s waist in the most natural way.
Song Yi wasn’t wearing much, making the sensation far more vivid than the night before.
The softness of her skin amplified beneath Ling Xi’s touch, the thin fabric barely masking its smoothness.
Ling Xi’s mind blanked for a moment. Then, Song Yi’s lips accidentally brushed against her cheek, sending a jolt through her body like a lightning strike. Trembling, she nearly recoiled.
In her limited memories, she had never experienced anything like this.
Even with Mu Xie, who had taken her home, their interactions had been restrained.
She had been unwilling, and Mu Xie seemingly just as reluctant had never touched her. It made her wonder what Mu Xie’s so-called “affection” had even meant.
She didn’t even have memories of kissing.
This was the first time someone’s lips had grazed her face.
Even if it was an accident.
The electric sensation startled Ling Xi, her heart pounding violently, the sound growing louder in her ears.
Song Yi’s room was deathly quiet.
Not only could she hear her own frantic heartbeat, but even Song Yi’s breaths against her ear seemed to echo directly in her chest.
Ling Xi’s breathing quickened, her pulse racing, her bl00d heating with each passing second.
“You, call this standing properly?”
It took Ling Xi a while to stammer out those words.
She was burning up from Song Yi’s body heat, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest.
Desire had crept in silently, then surged like a sudden storm.
Ling Xi lowered her gaze, blinking rapidly.
She tried to convince herself that what she held was just a plush toy.
Not a woman as ethereal as the wind and moon, not an overly soft and gentle omega.
Besides, Song Yi was drunk.
And she was only repaying her kindness for taking her in.
She couldn’t take advantage of the situation, nor could she entertain any foolish fantasies.
“Isn’t that what you’re here for?” Song Yi murmured, utterly unwilling to leave the embrace she so desperately craved.
Her legs seemed to truly go weak, how could she possibly muster the strength to pull away from Ling Xi now?
“If you hold me, won’t I stand steady?” Song Yi pressed her weight further against Ling Xi as she spoke.
Unexpectedly, Ling Xi also lost her balance under Song Yi’s influence, and the two of them tumbled onto the bed together.
Just like that, in the strange position of Song Yi pinning Ling Xi beneath her.
Both of their breaths hitched.
Ling Xi’s pupils constricted sharply.
Her face flushed rapidly, her ears and neck burning as if she had a fever.
She simply had no interest in romance, unwilling to fall into another Mu Xie’s hands.
But that didn’t mean she lacked the natural desires of a grown alpha.
Ling Xi endured the torment, and in this moment, she was infinitely grateful that her pheromone level was only B-rank.
Otherwise, she would have long lost control, triggering a disaster.
Song Yi gazed at Ling Xi her heart swelling with tenderness and affection.
But Ling Xi kept blinking, her expression slightly peculiar, so Song Yi had no choice but to pull away.
The medicine couldn’t be administered too strongly. She had to take it slow otherwise, if Ling Xi saw her drunk again, why would she bother interfering?
A slow, deliberate seduction was best.
Song Yi reached out, letting her fingers glide lightly over Ling Xi’s collarbone.
Leaving behind the mark she intended for tonight.
So that the next time they embraced, Ling Xi would remember this fleeting, silken sensation.
The touch lasted only a second, but it was enough to make Ling Xi’s head spin with heat.
Her eyes fluttered, sweat and tears threatening to spill over.
But Song Yi rose from her.
“You can’t even stand steady either, how useless.” She still had to painstakingly maintain her act for the night.
“……”
Ling Xi exhaled sharply.
She had survived.
Distracted by Song Yi’s words, the unbearable, torturous sensations finally faded.
Ling Xi slowly shifted her body, her gaze dazed, her thoughts muddled.
After inhaling Song Yi’s wine-scented fragrance for so long, she felt drunk herself.
Why had she even entered Song Yi’s room in the first place?
Ling Xi couldn’t quite remember.
Perhaps her memory had been damaged after being reborn, she couldn’t even recall something so simple.
“You should still help me change. After that, you’ll have to properly fulfill your duty as my dance partner and accompany me to the banquet.” Song Yi moved away from Ling Xi.
Without the faintly sweet, wine-laden scent, Ling Xi regained her clarity once more.
She had come to watch over this drunkard, to prevent Song Yi from getting into trouble.
Ling Xi finally let out a sigh of relief. Song Yi had finally stopped clinging to her.
Who knew if this was how she usually acted when drunk?
Ordering around whoever she saw, alternating between praise and criticism, throwing herself into their arms.
Ling Xi patted her burning cheeks and stood up.
Before she could even open her mouth to persuade Song Yi to rest before she could even take a single step.
She saw Song Yi, right in front of her, undoing the buttons at her collar one by one.
“Song Yi! What are you doing?!” Ling Xi could no longer hold back, rushing forward in two quick strides to seize Song Yi’s wrist.
Song Yi’s eyes were hazy with confusion, clouded with a dull bewilderment, as if dewdrop-like tears misted her vision.
She clearly wasn’t sober. Ling Xi felt a twinge of guilt, she might have been too harsh.
Sure enough, Song Yi’s brows furrowed, her lips trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.
“You’re so mean…” This time, the tears held genuine hurt.
Ling Xi’s sharp tone had truly frightened her.
It felt like Ling Xi despised her. Song Yi let the tears fall freely, one after another.
A beauty in tears, weeping like pear blossoms glistening with rain even her sorrow was captivating.
Ling Xi would never know she had practiced this in front of a mirror.
“I didn’t… didn’t mean to be harsh with you. I’m sorry.” Ling Xi felt her breath catch for a moment at Song Yi’s pitiful expression.
How could she have made such a vulnerable omega cry?
Song Yi was just drunk, it wasn’t intentional.
“It’s fine.” Song Yi lifted a hand to wipe away her tears.
Her lashes were still damp, clinging to one or two salty droplets.
When she blinked, those lashes fanned like delicate wings, pricking at Ling Xi’s heart.
“Just stay with me while I change,” Song Yi murmured, wiping the other side of her face.
The prayer beads brushed against her cheek, the scent of agarwood faint as their noses nearly touched.
Her lips accidentally grazed the exquisitely carved lotus, making Ling Xi glance again despite herself.
The beads were a symbol of restraint, a solemn reminder in deep hues.
Yet Song Yi’s movements bordered on indulgence.
“I can’t stay while you change.” This was something she had to refuse.
Ling Xi couldn’t tell how much those beads influenced her, but she averted her gaze, not daring to look at Song Yi for even a second longer.
“Why?” Song Yi lowered her arms, fingers unconsciously clutching Ling Xi’s sleeve.
“Didn’t you promise to go to the party with me?”
“…That doesn’t mean changing together.” Ling Xi now understood, Song Yi didn’t just want to undress herself, but to drag her into it too.
Truly the behavior of a drunkard.
“So you won’t stay with me.” Instantly, the pitiful drunk was sulking again, her voice thick with intoxication and on the verge of tears.
“I can’t watch you. And… I don’t want you watching me either.”
Ling Xi recalled the fleeting image that had flashed through her mind earlier.
The bare collarbones, their curves casting delicate shadows, the interplay of light and shade captivating enough to draw anyone’s gaze.
The shoulders half-hidden, only the faintest flush of skin visible beneath thin fabric.
And that smooth plane soon to rise and fall, inviting endless imagination…
If she actually saw it, how could she possibly remain composed?
No matter how gentle Song Yi was, once sober, she would never allow such a thing to happen.
By the time Song Yi woke up, it would spell Ling Xi’s doom.
She had no intention of provoking someone of such high status.
Spare her. She really had only come to escort this drunk back to her room.
“Oh… fine, then close your eyes.” Song Yi reluctantly conceded.
Ling Xi didn’t just close her eyes, she turned around completely.
She heard the wardrobe open.
Song Yi really was going to change.
Ling Xi shook her head. Some images shouldn’t be dwelled upon, or she’d burn up like a ripe cherry again.
The rustling of fabric carried an oddly intimate sound, testing Ling Xi’s patience.
She worried Song Yi might stumble and fall mid-change.
Yet she didn’t dare turn to check.
After what felt like forever, she finally steeled herself and asked, “Are you done?”
Song Yi stood slightly behind her. “Not yet… can you help me? I can’t seem to zip it up.”
Her voice still trembled with unshed tears.
Ling Xi peeked over her shoulder and saw Song Yi in a wine-red dress nothing exposed before turning back, relieved.
“Let me help.” She approached, only to find Song Yi actually crying.
It was unexpectedly endearing.
Who could get teary-eyed over a stuck zipper?
The contrast between sober and drunk Song Yi was staggering.
Faced with that tear-streaked face, half-red from crying, Ling Xi could barely recall what Song Yi looked like during the day.
“Help me…” Song Yi turned around.
Ling Xi was stunned for a moment.
She should have realized.
The zipper wouldn’t close, leaving a large expanse of that delicate, milky-white skin exposed on her back.
Song Yi was nervous and upset, her body tense, the contours of her shoulder blades perfectly outlined.
Any deeper would be too much, any lighter would be invisible.
That curve was so enticing it made one want to reach out and explore.
Would it truly be soft to the touch? Would it feel just as imagined? Perhaps even tender enough to yield under the slightest pressure.
Song Yi brushed her hair aside, revealing the small omega gland to Ling Xi as well.
The slight protrusion at the nape of her neck was tinged with red, a secret everyone longed to uncover.
And now, that secret was laid bare before Ling Xi’s eyes, vulnerable and pleading for protection.