Chapter 13

Yes, I have a lot of energy.

The private room instantly fell into an atmosphere so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Lin Jin has a slender waist and always likes to lean lazily when she stands for a long time.

She waited patiently for the puppy's reply, a hypocritical yet confident smile playing on her lips. She raised an eyebrow slightly, as if to say: You're so eager to find the answer, how could you refuse me?

Cheng Sangluo stared into those deep, dark eyes that could drown a person, her brows furrowing as she thought to herself that the crazy woman always used the same trick to entice her.

Of course, the most ridiculous thing is yourself. Knowing it's a trap, you still have to jump into it. Aren't you tired?

But then she thought about it again. Someone like Lin Jin, who is rich, powerful, and skilled in manipulation, naturally has an inexhaustible supply of cards. Just one of them would be enough to give her a hard time. Whether she refused or not, she wouldn't end up in a good situation.

Lin Jin seemed to see through her doubts and did not urge her. Instead, she tilted her head and pressed it against her thin shoulder, her charming eyes curving into a delicate tenderness.

Feeling uncomfortable under that gaze, Cheng Sangluo quickly looked away from the amorous look and scolded in a low voice, "Are you doing this again?"

"You're the one who's been following me around asking questions all this time. When you ask someone for a favor, you should at least have the right attitude, right? It's a simple truth: there's no such thing as a free lunch." Lin Jin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing an exquisite pearl earring, and said reproachfully, "Besides, I'm only asking you to stay with me for one day, not for a lifetime."

Lin Jin emphasized the words "a lifetime" with great force, as if squeezing them out from deep within her teeth, concealing a deep and tender meaning—a yearning that could not be fulfilled.

"How do you want me to accompany you?" Cheng Sangluo put her hands on her hips, finally letting out a sigh of relief. But then, realizing it wasn't appropriate, she quickly added, "Wait, I won't do anything shady with you."

"What kind of shady dealings? Was it drugging you and sleeping with you, or putting a collar on you?" Lin Jin deliberately stirred up old grudges, then quickly suppressed her arrogant smile and said in a sinister tone, "The person who caused your brother's gambling addiction was Xu Songheng. As for when it started and why he did it..."

She trailed off, then watched the puppy's eyes widen and suddenly become displeased, before letting out a burst of amused laughter.

When Cheng Sangluo heard Xu Songheng's name, her expression darkened but she didn't show any surprise. Anyway, the person she suspected was either the crazy woman or that bastard. However, she suppressed her curiosity, which had just been aroused, and felt annoyed.

She suppressed her emotions but raised her voice: "Can't you just speak properly? Why do you have to be so mysterious!"

Lin Jin loved the puppy's frustrated and tongue-tied appearance. It couldn't say anything to coax people, and its scolding was harmless, which only added to its adorable anxiety.

"If I don't hook you, why would you play with me?" She shrugged, spread her hands, and turned to walk towards the restaurant entrance.

"Where are you going?" Cheng Sangluo took two steps but then turned back, grabbed her designer handbag from the chair, and ran. "Hey... your bag..."

Lin Jin enjoyed being chased by the puppy; the thrill of this cat-and-mouse game was sometimes even more addictive than the teasing of spring.

Even in high heels, she showed no sign of slowing down until Cheng Sangluo grabbed her arm, at which point a gleeful smile appeared on her face.

In the struggle, she swayed and lost her balance, then deliberately fell into that reliable and warm embrace.

Cheng Sang instinctively caught her, the pearl earring brushing against her neck, the cool pearl surface grinding against her throbbing, warm veins, causing a strange palpitation.

Lin Jin buried his head deep in her arms, the scent of sunshine and soapberry clean and simple.

Whenever she smelled it, she couldn't help but take a deep breath; the calming effect was better than the psychiatric pills she would haphazardly swallow at night.

She looked up at the puppy with a playful smile, teasingly asking, "Are you chasing me in such a hurry because you're afraid I'll disappear, or because you're afraid I'll ignore you?"

Cheng Sangluo's hand was still gripping that slender waist. Hearing the teasing words, she pinched the soft fabric hard with her knuckles. "Clumsy!"

Lin Jin frowned as she was pinched, biting her lip and hissing, then let out a seductive moan: "Why don't you use a little more force... I said I don't mind... You can be a little rougher..."

The soft, gentle breath, moist as a brush dipped in ink, swept across the nerves of the mulberry tree, outlining patches of tingling pleasure bit by bit.

The itch grew wildly, penetrating her skin and lingering around her throbbing heart, becoming an inescapable entanglement.

Cheng Sangluo then realized that no matter how she glared or cursed, no matter how she expressed her disgust, the person in her arms had an expression of extreme enjoyment.

Is this a case of being inherently incompatible? In any case, she really had no way to deal with Lin Jin.

Lin Jin stood on tiptoe, hissing to whet everyone's appetite: "I've already told you who did it. As for what happens next, that depends on your performance!"

Cheng Sanghou tilted his head back, resisting the madwoman's intimacy, and even held his breath.

She often wondered about Lin Jin's scent, why it had such a magical power to make people lower their guard. So she dared not sniff it closely, and could only run away.

She held her breath, trying to suppress her anxiety, and asked in a low voice, "Where are you taking me now?"

“I have a dinner party tonight, and you have to come with me, but…” Lin Jin answered truthfully, her eyes looking the puppy up and down with a hint of disdain, “Your outfit is really not presentable. Let’s go shopping, and I’ll get you some nicer clothes.”

Cheng Sangluo nodded and looked at her T-shirt. She remembered Bai Mu's teasing words and realized that it was indeed a bit worn. But why should she follow the crazy woman's demands?

She clicked her tongue dismissively: "First, I don't have money to buy clothes, nor do I need to. Second, if you think I'm embarrassing, you don't have to have me accompany you. Third, I'm not interested in extravagant dinner parties; in fact, I find them quite repulsive."

"Fourth, you've already agreed to stay with me, and the condition you've agreed to is that you listen to me." Lin Jin mimicked a puppy's tone, easily silencing her refusal, and then teased, "A principled soldier like you, shouldn't you keep your word?"

Cheng Sangluo opened and closed her lips, speechless again. She felt a jolt of anxiety, wondering if there was a quick course in conversation techniques that would allow her to silence the crazy woman.

Lin Jin held her arm tightly, and the moment their skin touched, a strange heat surged through her. She couldn't help but tease, "Are you really that shy? You're so hot."

Cheng Sangluo was already suffering from a severe headache due to a fever, and she still had to grit her teeth and deal with the harassment from the crazy woman.

She pulled her arm back, rubbing her temples and saying dismissively, "It just means I have a good metabolism."

"Good metabolism?" Lin Jin pondered, a picture of a puppy working at height flashing through her mind. Her heart skipped a beat, but it was quickly replaced by a crimson desire.

Despite the scorching sun, this man could still sing military songs loudly while cleaning windows. The complicated safety rope around his waist accentuated the alluring lines of his body beneath his work clothes.

I want to possess it, I really want to possess it.

I'd like to lock this stubborn little dog in a closet, or in a secret room, or even hide it under my desk...

Lin Jin's deep eyes shimmered, and she couldn't help but pinch Cheng Sangluo's arm, quite satisfied with the feel of her thin skin.

"So...you're healthy and energetic, so you must be pretty good in that area~" She could come up with such flirtatious words that made anyone's ears burn at the drop of a hat.

Cheng Sangluo slapped away the mischievous hand on her arm, not yet realizing the situation that would make the little girl's face turn yellow.

With a straight face, she answered in a serious tone, "Yes, I have a lot of energy. I can hang you up and whip you hard, I can..."

The puppy bit its tongue and suddenly fell silent.

Something's not right here, something doesn't sound right coming from that statement!

[Author's Note]

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