Chapter 39

Lin Langyi didn't know how long she slept before slowly waking up.

When she woke up, the light coming through the only window in the room was no longer warm. She sat up, her head still spinning, feeling as if it weighed a ton.

The phone was placed next to her pillow. When she turned it on, the screen light was incredibly dazzling, and she saw double. It took her a long time to make out the numbers.

19:47

It's still so early.

Her brain, which was sometimes sharp and sometimes malfunctioning like a radio with a faulty connection, worked for a long time before she could vaguely remember that the group of people were going to play cards that night.

Playing cards... the cards are with her, as she promised before.

Lin Langyi shakily moved to the edge of the bed, propped her head up, and sat quietly for a while before mustering a little strength to reach for her bag. The bag was filled with all sorts of jingling things, but she was too lazy to look, so she simply picked it up and headed out the door.

She remembered that Cheng Yanjin's room was very close to hers, so as long as she left it to him, her task would be complete.

Lin Langyi stepped outside, checked her bearings, and found that it was already completely dark. The mountain air at night was exceptionally refreshing. She took a few deep breaths and wondered if she was really that drunk.

Lin Langyi, who thought she wasn't drunk, spent fifteen minutes walking to another door a five-minute walk away. Then, with her still blurry vision, she struggled to make out that it was indeed Cheng Yanjin's room.

There was light coming from the crack in the door. She was briefly surprised that this silly dog ​​had gone back to its room to rest so early. Could it be that it had integrated into the quiet life of the temple and developed the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early?

She banged on the door and called out, "Cheng Yanjin, open the door for me."

The lights in the room suddenly went out.

Lin Langyi awkwardly and laboriously slung her bag over her shoulder and continued knocking on the door: "Don't hide! I can see you inside!"

She cried out, "Hurry up... my bag is so heavy... my head is so heavy too..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened a little bit, and it was pitch black inside. The curtains on the other window were also drawn tightly, so you couldn't see anything.

Lin Langyi was already using her arms to brace herself against the door to barely support her body. When the door opened, she suddenly lost her support, lost her balance, and stumbled as she fell inside.

She fell into a tall and firm embrace.

The man didn't say a word, not utter a single syllable, like a silent shadow, only using his strong arms to tightly encircle her, holding her firmly in his embrace.

Lin Langyi's bag slipped off her shoulder, dangling from her arm and bumping into her and then him.

She wanted to look up at Cheng Yanjin and tell him to rummage through her bag.

But as soon as she tilted her head back, the man took half a step forward, pressed her head down with one hand to prevent her from looking up, and pulled her into his arms with his other arm. At the same time, he kicked the door shut with his toe.

There was no light in the room.

Lin Langyi squeezed her eyes shut, then squeezed them open again, but couldn't see anything. She muttered, "Turn on the light..."

The man remained silent, his arm sliding down her back and encircling her waist.

Lin Langyi crumpled his clothes, but he let her grab them. He gently rested his chin on her hair, paused for a moment, and then lowered his head to kiss her hair.

"Turn on the lights..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the arms holding her tighten. The person buried their face in her hair and gently shook their head.

His high, straight nose brushed against her scalp, sending a slight electric current through her, a ticklish sensation. His slender fingers gently stroked her spine from top to bottom, like comforting a choking child. Lin Langyi felt a ticklish sensation from his affectionate gesture, like a small animal rubbing against her head. Her arm slipped, and her bag fell to the ground with a "thud."

With the bag no longer a burden, she felt much lighter and hugged him back. She pressed her knees forward, but couldn't stand steadily, so she hooked her arms around his calves, practically hanging on him.

"I have two decks of cards in my bag."

After she finished speaking, she paused, her voice suddenly softening, and continued, "There's also a box of T."

Whether it was an illusion or not, after she finished speaking, the person in front of her visibly tensed up. The warm body heat seeped through the thin fabric, making her feel a little hot.

He hugged her a little too tightly. She gasped for breath, curled her legs up, rubbed against his calves, and finally kicked him: "Standing is so tiring. I can't stand up today. Don't do this."

These words seemed to pierce the nerves of the person in front of him. He suddenly tightened his arms and lifted her into the air. Lin Langyi suddenly lost her balance, cried out in surprise, and clung tightly to his neck in mid-air.

He turned and carried her back to the bed, letting her sit on the edge. Lin Langyi's legs dangled in the air, kicking and swinging. Just as she was about to complain, the person in front of her braced his hands on either side of her, leaned down, and wrapped his arms around her in an aggressive posture. Then he turned his head and gently touched her lips.

It was a very light kiss, but before leaving, he lingered and sucked on her lower lip for a moment.

She heard a very faint swallowing sound. He stepped back, his breathing a little erratic.

Lin Langyi raised her hand to touch his face, and he turned his head to kiss her palm passionately, then gently rubbed his teeth against her skin.

She traced her fingers along his exquisitely sculpted face, and he kissed her all the way from her palm to her wrist. Lin Langyi touched his ear; the touch on her fingers was a little hot. She withdrew her hand, then touched his lips in return, and giggled.

"Are you being all innocent today? Have you gone back to square one?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed closer to her, the scent of patchouli and ylang-ylang emanating from him like a fine net. It was a fragrance that was both strange and familiar. Lin Langyi's mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't remember it for a moment. She subconsciously raised her chin and sniffed lightly at his neck, then looked up and brushed her lips against his lips that were just inches away.

He let out another soft, muffled breath, gave her a light peck, and refused to leave. Their noses touched slightly, their breaths mingling.

They were so close that she felt completely sober, and a secret desire began to rise within her, making her want to do something else to sober up.

She mischievously stepped on his instep, then slid up his calf, his pants wobbling precariously as her toes lifted them, but the fabric hung smoothly, only to catch at his knees and fall back down. Lin Langyi ignored it and continued to slide boldly upwards.

He paused for only two seconds, then the muscles in his thighs suddenly trembled. He reacted quickly by grabbing her ankle, hooking and pulling her restless leg, and pressing it directly onto the bed.

Lin Langyi still had one leg and was eager to try the same trick again, but he refused. He stepped forward with his left leg, locking her constantly wiggling leg between the bed and his own.

After making sure her feet wouldn't step on anything she shouldn't, he leaned down and gave her a light, disciplined bite on the lips, then pulled away, glanced at her as if secretly observing her reaction, before pressing back down, using his tongue to pry open her teeth, and began kissing her with a bit of force.

At first, he could barely restrain himself, but later he started to go too far. Lin Langyi was completely controlled by him and couldn't move. His tongue slid from the roof of her mouth to between her teeth, like peeling a piece of candy. Her mouth was completely invaded by a breath that didn't belong to her, and even her jaw was a little sore from being stretched open.

She couldn't take it anymore, wondering why today's kiss was so long and agonizing. She whimpered and leaned back an inch, but the person in front of her immediately pressed on relentlessly.

He leaned forward, and occasionally a muffled sigh could be heard from his chest. He seemed completely absorbed in the moment. The hand that had been holding her cheek moved to the back of her head with a strong sense of pressure, and he began to squeeze her and pull her into his arms.

The kiss took a turn; he began to suck and tease her fiercely, as if trying to steal all her oxygen. Her whole body went numb from his kisses, her waist slumped, and she could barely sit up.

The two kissed passionately, the only sound in the silent, enclosed space being the intermittent patter of water. His breathing grew increasingly erratic, as if he had forgotten how to breathe properly. Several times she heard him swallow hard, his lips parted in hers, his throat rippling with heavy, passionate breaths, his Adam's apple bobbing repeatedly, the air thick with the intimacy of their kiss.

Lin Langyi was almost breathless from his passionate state. She found his breathing particularly alluring today and couldn't wait any longer, so she started pounding his shoulder and urging him, "It's in my bag, go get it, hurry up."

He was pushed away by her, but then he clung to her cheek, like two small animals snuggling together for warmth. It took him a long time to finally calm his heavy breathing while holding her, and then he shook his head very slightly once again.

What kind of chaste and virtuous man is this?

Since Cheng Yanjin broke his cravings, he's usually so reckless and eager to kill her. Has he changed his ways today?

Lin Langyi didn't care whether he was willing or not; if she wanted it, he had to do it. Seeing his refusal, she immediately lifted the hem of his clothes with her fingertips, slipped them inside, and scratched his abs with her nails, half painful and half numb.

His wrists were quickly restrained as well. He was breathing heavily, his forehead pressed against hers, and his body was trembling as if he couldn't take it anymore.

Lin Langyi clearly sensed that he wanted it even more than she did.

She was aroused by his coy and hesitant manner. She pushed away the man who was so infatuated with her and only wanted to kiss her, and turned around and crawled a few steps. She thought to herself that she still had to be self-reliant and take the food from her bag herself.

But after taking only two steps, a warm, large hand suddenly grabbed her ankle, and she heard a soft whisper saying, "Don't go."

Before he could react, he took a step forward and knelt on the edge of the bed, straightened his upper body, grabbed her from above, and pulled her back sharply with his arm, dragging her back directly.

The sheets were suddenly ripped and crumpled, and then rolled backward along with her body. She couldn't keep her knees, her waist collapsed, and she immediately fell onto the bed.

She lay buried in the sheets, the texture of her face soft and delicate vicuña hair. If Lin Langyi were still conscious, she would have noticed something was wrong from the feel of this divine fiber, and would have been able to get up and take a good look at the tag on the coat to realize that the person behind her was not Cheng Yanjin.

The top-tier collection features Loro Piano's 100% pure vicuña hair, with a custom-made coat priced between 200,000 and 300,000 yuan.

Cheng Yanjin is sensitive to heat and wouldn't wear a jacket at all in this season. This rather formal style is completely out of character for him; it has too many flaws. But, but—

But with lingering alcohol in her head, she had no time to care about anything else at that moment.

The person behind her leaned down, pressing his leg down to restrain her flailing legs, completely enveloping her beneath him.

He mimicked her previous actions, stroking upwards from her ankle with his fingertips, disappearing beneath her skirt. The slight coolness of the air became more pronounced as the skirt was slowly lifted, and goosebumps began to rise on her legs.

His hand stopped at his thigh, and he tightened his five fingers and clenched his palm, squeezing out the delicate flesh between his fingers.

In the pitch-black environment, he lowered his head, precisely placed the mark on her birthmark, and took a sip.