Seduced Me into a Deep Fall (GL , ABO) - Chapter 14
Ling Xi’s entire body burned with fever.
Especially her gland. For the first time, it trembled with a sensation called desire toward her “prey,” slowly accumulating her nearly scentless pheromones.
Ling Xi clenched her fists.
She couldn’t act on it, couldn’t even entertain the thought.
Once the floodgates of imagination were opened, the torrent would only sweep away her last shred of restraint.
Besides she still couldn’t move out of Song Yi’s place just yet, nor could she afford to lose Song Yi’s help.
She couldn’t let momentary recklessness ruin her future.
The moment she thought of Mu Xie’s face, the sticky discomfort clinging to Ling Xi’s body vanished instantly.
The sweat beading on her forehead, the crescent-shaped marks her nails had left on her palms, all disappeared.
Her gland settled down, her pheromones receding back into her body, devoid of desire.
This trick worked surprisingly well.
Ling Xi exhaled in relief, her gaze fixed on Song Yi’s zipper.
She reached out, lightly pinching the zipper between her fingers to ensure she wouldn’t accidentally brush against anything else, and pulled it up.
“Done,” she said, noticing Song Yi hadn’t reacted at all and offering a verbal reminder.
Song Yi touched the zipper.
She hadn’t even felt Ling Xi’s fingers, how had it been fastened so effortlessly?
A flicker of disappointment passed through her, but there was nothing more she could do. She tossed her hair back, letting it fall over her restless gland.
Ling Xi wasn’t the only one struggling to hold back.
Thankfully, Song Yi had taken suppressants beforehand.
Even if she could accept this kind of intimacy, Ling Xi would probably balk at the idea of doing anything with someone she barely knew.
Song Yi didn’t want to scare Ling Xi into moving out suppressants were a necessity.
Even if… the side effects were unbearable.
Right now, the stifled longing threatened to burst through its restraints.
“You haven’t changed yet,” Song Yi turned around, eyeing Ling Xi’s pajamas with exaggerated scrutiny.
“I’ll change later. Is there anything else you want to do?” Ling Xi deflected.
She had no intention of changing in Song Yi’s room, especially when Song Yi clearly wasn’t in her right mind.
Even as an alpha, she had her pride, she could still feel embarrassed.
“Fine. Then praise me.” Song Yi sidled up to Ling Xi.
In a few quick motions, she wrapped her arms tightly around Ling Xi’s, her body sagging against her.
She looked drunk, yet clung with startling intimacy.
Ling Xi glanced down, taking in Song Yi’s posture.
Her entire body leaned into Ling Xi as if she were her sole support in every sense of the word.
Her expression brimmed with expectation, her cheeks flushed pink from alcohol, the soft hue lending her an air of sweetness.
Her eyes, unfocused from intoxication, held a dazed allure that was undeniably… tempting.
And then there was the red dress she had changed into earlier, with its fishtail hem.
Layered and gradient, clusters of roses adorned the fabric.
With every slight movement, Song Yi resembled a living rose blooming in empty space.
No one could refuse a Song Yi like this.
She was like the most enchanting serpent effortlessly mesmerizing without even trying.
For a second, Ling Xi’s mind went blank.
A drunk Song Yi was so… vexing.
Yet also unbearably adorable, her charm innate, like a delicate flower that might scatter into petals with the slightest breeze.
It was impossible for Ling Xi to feel even a trace of resentment.
This was just humoring a drunk.
Right now, Song Yi had no idea what she was doing.
How could Ling Xi blame her?
Not letting herself feel anything beyond this was already an exercise in restraint.
Song Yi was like a living painting.
Whether in motion or stillness, whether joyful or angry as long as she was in the frame, the painting was perfect.
No wonder Ling Xi always wanted to capture her.
With her current skill, Ling Xi probably couldn’t even depict one-tenth of Song Yi’s beauty.
“You’re beautiful. More so than spring’s cherry blossoms, midsummer’s roses, autumn’s fallen leaves, or winter’s delicate snow.”
Ling Xi said these words with such seriousness as if she truly were a lover, praising Song Yi.
It left Song Yi frozen in place, her cheeks flushing deeper.
Then Ling Xi realized, no matter how much she praised Song Yi now, once the alcohol wore off, Song Yi would forget.
A little unfortunate, but it conveniently masked the embarrassment of her compliments.
Still, she knew what to name the painting she’d make tonight.
Even if the details were blurred by Ling Xi’s own hand, the essence of the figure in the painting still belonged to Song Yi.
She would call it “The Living Rose.”
“Turns out you’re not just good-looking, you’re also smooth with words.”
Song Yi was so flustered she subtly withdrew her hand, wobbled upright, and put a whole ten centimeters of “safe distance” between them.
Ling Xi finally understood tonight, drunk Song Yi had cast herself in the role of a spoiled young mistress.
Unreasonable, dragging Ling Xi around to do this and that.
Yet so endearingly cute.
Sensing Song Yi’s shyness, Ling Xi didn’t overthink it. She reached out and hooked a finger around Song Yi’s waist sash. “Don’t you want to hear a few more?”
After all, Song Yi wouldn’t remember.
So why not relax a little? Indulge a little?
As long as she held to her boundaries no touching Song Yi, a few words wouldn’t hurt.
Song Yi stiffened.
The sash around her waist was tied snugly against her body. When Ling Xi tugged it, the silky slide of the fabric felt like Ling Xi’s fingers were brushing against her waist through the ribbon.
She hadn’t expected Ling Xi to turn the tables on her tonight.
From what Song Yi knew of her, Ling Xi was usually so reserved= not the type to cross lines.
Conservative. Wooden. That was how most people described Ling Xi.
All looks, no charm. Mu Xie must’ve been blind to take a liking to her.
But… Ling Xi wasn’t charmless.
Maybe she just hadn’t met the right person.
Was Song Yi that person?
Was Ling Xi’s boldness tonight a sign even the tiniest hint of affection?
Or maybe not affection. Song Yi didn’t dare hope for something so deep.
Just a little interest, a little fondness that would be enough.
“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as a yes.”
Still holding the sash, completely unaware of the effect it had, Ling Xi stepped closer.
She was only slightly taller than Song Yi.
But right now, Song Yi genuinely feeling the alcohol thought that slight height difference made Ling Xi seem towering and dependable. Her legs weakened, and she nearly swayed into Ling Xi’s arms.
“Y-You, go ahead and say it! This young lady is listening!”
Desperate to hide her reaction, Song Yi forced composure, even slipping into an odd third-person address.
“Then you’re the loveliest, most adorable young lady.”
Ling Xi’s gaze dropped to the hem of Song Yi’s dress, swaying faintly with each breath, and she smiled secretly.
“This dress makes you look radiant like the most breathtaking rose in full bloom.”
Song Yi’s brain short-circuited.
She melted bonelessly downward but made sure to collapse into Ling Xi’s arms.
Then she shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Ling Xi fell silent for a few seconds before a faint blush gradually crept up to the tips of her ears.
She’d only dared to be so bold because she was certain Song Yi wouldn’t remember any of this.
Normally, she’d never have the nerve to say such embarrassing things aloud.
Ling Xi did keep a notebook where she jotted down favorite passages from novels and essays she’d read.
Sometimes online, she’d use an alias to compliment bloggers with those borrowed lines.
Now at last, those words had found their use in real life too.
Watching Song Yi nestled in her arms, breathing slow and even, Ling Xi finally relaxed.
Once this troublesome creature woke up, she surely wouldn’t remember their nighttime escapades either.
As long as Ling Xi kept quiet, these matters would remain between them.
No second person would ever know.
Finally at ease, Ling Xi carefully carried Song Yi back to bed.
She couldn’t very well help with the clothes, so she simply tucked the blankets around her.
Ling Xi lingered for one last look at Song Yi’s peaceful sleeping face before leaving, gently closing the door behind her.
The moment Ling Xi left, Song Yi held her breath for a full five minutes.
Only when certain Ling Xi wouldn’t return did Song Yi finally open her eyes, clutching the blankets as she rolled about the bed.
Every detail of their brief half-hour together replayed in her mind.
The long-buried affection she’d kept hidden deep in her heart had been unearthed once more.
It overwhelmed her, this tidal wave of emotion.
Enough to drown out the lingering sting at the back of her neck from the suppressant injection.
Even her heart brimmed with an unfamiliar sweetness.
After basking in this private joy, Song Yi finally noticed something amiss with her body.
With a sigh, she shed her dress like a snakeskin and headed for the bathroom.
After taking care of matters, she administered another suppressant shot.
The familiar ache returned, but Song Yi paid it no mind.
The reward she’d received was more than enough compensation for this discomfort.
Any number of suppressant injections would be worth it for more time with Ling Xi.
By three in the morning, Song Yi gave up on sleep entirely.
The sandalwood prayer beads on her nightstand blended into the darkness, their subtle fragrance powerless to lull her.
Breaking free from the waves of pain, she found herself drenched in sweat, as if pulled from water.
Yet her face remained as calm as the moonless night outside.
Pinching her arm once, Song Yi took out her tablet and logged into her usual forum.
[“You are the rose blooming amidst ten thousand stars”]
She posted this thread, then recorded in a hidden reply all the words Ling Xi had spoken to her.
Soon, some insomnia-ridden romantic scrolling late at night liked her post.
She cleared the notification and absently glanced at her account stats.
Over six hundred posts.
Five years had passed since she first fell for Ling Xi.
On average, every three days she’d think of Ling Xi and record another fragment of her longing.
After such prolonged yearning… she’d finally gotten her chance to be close to Ling Xi.
No pain, no hardship could deter her now.
As long as Ling Xi might come to love her, to stay by her side.
The next morning, Song Yi rose at dawn, keeping vigil for daybreak.
Her busy work schedule made one sleepless night inconsequential. Her complexion appeared perfectly normal.
Applying some powder to mask any lingering fatigue, she settled in the living room to await the naughty little rabbit who’d teased her last night.
The little rabbit came downstairs promptly at seven-thirty.
Then immediately tried to bolt upon seeing her.
Managing only the briefest greeting.
Looking positively guilt-ridden.
Truly a simple-minded little bunny, incapable of even basic pretense.
Song Yi curled her lips in amusement, the glimmer of laughter in her eyes fleeting.
If he had the ability, he should have resisted her teasing and not provoked her in the first place. Since he couldn’t refuse, he had no choice but to obediently take the bait.
Outwardly, Song Yi maintained an air of nonchalance, as if she didn’t remember a thing from last night.
Ling Xi bolted out of the house, leaving Butler Zhao gaping in shock.
Just what had her young mistress done to that girl last night to make her so terrified?
Little did Butler Zhao know, it was Ling Xi, bold as she was who had taken the initiative with Song Yi.
Song Yi wasn’t one to explain much.
“If she asks any of you whether I usually drink or get drunk,” Song Yi said, watching as Ling Xi truly left, “just tell her not only do I have terrible drinking manners and throw tantrums, but when I’m wasted, I drag everyone in the house into dancing and singing with me.”