Chapter 167: Extra Chapter Thirteen: Tonight There Is a Moon

Lin Jin's so-called revisit to her old haunts refers to the large penthouse in Linxi Terrace. From the moment she stepped into the elevator from the basement, the long and tender prelude to this loving affair began.

When physiological and psychological attraction simultaneously chooses the same person, the resulting emotional chemical reaction is called madness, and Cheng Sangluo at this moment completely embodies this madness.

She didn't care if anyone walked into the elevator, or if the passionate scene would be captured on camera. All she wanted was to corner her lover and kiss him passionately, their embrace burning with desire, their lips and teeth entwined in a passionate embrace until they forgot themselves.

When the elevator doors opened, the two stumbled and staggered into their home, neither wanting to end their passionate kiss, until they both collapsed onto the soft leather sofa.

Cheng Sangluo nestled beneath Lin Jin, one hand tightly encircling her slender waist, the other pinching her chin, refusing to let those wet, fiery lips leave her, every detail revealing her silent, possessive desire.

Lin Jin felt the air was thin and let out two soft, sweet hums. She probably felt that if they continued kissing like this, the rhythm would be like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins. But the night, with its lights just coming on, had not yet become hazy. How could they indulge in their long-awaited love too soon? So she struggled to break free from Cheng Sangluo's embrace.

She sat up and tidied her disheveled hair, only to be suddenly hugged tightly by the clingy little guy behind her.

The man, still wanting more, looked pitiful. He then buried his face in the nape of his wife's neck, inhaling her lingering scent, and muttered a complaint: "Why did you suddenly stop kissing me?"

Lin Jin turned around and affectionately stroked the rosy cheek, responding in a way that had piqued the puppy's curiosity: "The game hasn't even started yet, how could I let you succeed so quickly?"

"Tonight, you can ask for anything you want, and I mean it." Cheng Sangluo was unusually generous, cuddling his wife affectionately once more. "So... what do you want me to do now?"

Lin Jin didn't mince words and directly instructed, "Go to the guest room to take a shower now."

"Huh!?" The puppy looked troubled and muttered, "Aren't we allowed to take a bath together?"

"Ahem—" Lin Jin feigned seriousness, reminding him, "If anyone says a single word of dissent..."

"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't say no!" Cheng Sangluo's alarm bells rang, and she immediately got up and ran towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a nice shower now, wait for me!"

Lin Jin laughed at her impatient nature and added another requirement: "At least half an hour. I'll be timing you. Not a minute less, not a minute more!"

Cheng Sang slammed on the brakes at the guest room door, thinking how agonizing it would be to not see his wife for half an hour, but he couldn't bargain, so he had no choice but to turn around and admit defeat, promising, "Yes, sir! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Once the dog disappeared from sight, Lin Jin finally couldn't help but laugh, her face beaming with joy, and then she swayed as she walked into the bedroom.

Cheng Sangluo stood naked in front of the washbasin, gazing at his well-defined, slender physique in the mirror. Unabashedly, he struck a series of poses, occasionally making smug, self-admiring sounds. "I'll seduce you tonight!"

Perhaps feeling that such language was too impolite, she quickly shook her head, "No, no, it sounds disgusting!"

A brilliant idea struck her. She grabbed a bathrobe and wrapped it around herself, deliberately letting the collar slip halfway down her shoulders. She winked at herself in the mirror and said, "Wife, let's beat me up and eat me tonight, don't leave a bone behind, woof~"

One second this person was raising a dog's paw and roaring like a tiger, the next second he was squatting on the ground, clutching his head and crying out that he couldn't take it anymore: "Ah! Even Daqing Oilfield has to praise my high output, what is all this nonsense!"

This man originally wanted to learn his wife's subtle flirting techniques, but he ended up practicing without making a sound. He didn't learn the essence of it at all, and instead disgusted himself with it.

On the other side.

Lin Jin didn't spend all her time taking a bath. Amidst the swirling mist and the feeling of lotus emerging from the water, she walked barefoot across the smooth wooden floor.

Just like last night, she carefully selected a surprise for tonight in the dressing room, choosing a dark purple openwork lace lingerie to change into, wrapped in the nightmare that had once swept through Cheng Sangluo.

The camellia-patterned silk robe that reached her ankles was always worn and looked new. When the robe was open, it resembled a narrow sliver of sky between towering peaks, subtly revealing the colors of mountains and rivers. When the belt was tightened, it had a different charm. The restrained look concealed a secret, tempting people to want to explore it.

Regardless, with Lin Jin wearing this robe, it would be an irresistible temptation for Cheng Sangluo.

The so-called return to familiar places is actually Lin Jin's obsession with not being able to catch a puppy the first time. Perhaps tonight can fill the lingering violence and pleading from that rainy summer night.

She stood in front of the dressing mirror and twirled around beautifully, then leaned closer to her face and touched the corner of her eye, sighing inwardly, wishing time would slow down so that the wrinkles of age wouldn't appear on her face.

In fact, Lin Jin takes exceptionally good care of her skin, after all, she spends a lot of money on it every day, all so that she can feast her eyes on that bastard.

She walked slowly to the dressing table and redid her makeup to match the evening, especially her lips, which were so red they looked like they had drunk blood, alluring yet not vulgar.

Finally, I sprayed on Cheng Sangluo's favorite perfume, and instantly, the cool, woody scent of cedar filled the entire bedroom.

Lin Jin got up and went back to the dressing room. In the drawer full of all kinds of toys, she picked out a few new toys that she hadn't yet played with with her lover.

She secretly vowed to teach that wild and lawless guy a lesson tonight. The thought of hearing him beg for mercy made her heart flutter with excitement.

Of course, none of these are the main attractions.

Lin Jin leaned against the wardrobe, swinging the dog leash that Cheng Sangluo had torn off. The metal parts jingled and clanged in the room, which sounded quite pleasant.

"Hmph, I'll eat you up tonight!" she sneered confidently, then glanced at the time. There were still about five minutes left. She swayed back to the living room with a bag full of goodies.

A beauty surpassing all others can make any place stunning, and Lin Jin is such a naturally formed work of art.

She simply lay limply on her side on the sofa, her long black silk robe unable to contain her smooth, long legs, which instead accentuated the gleaming, cold white skin beneath.

She propped her head up with one hand, gazing quietly at the silent guest room, subtly swinging the collar in her hand, the smile on her lips as cunning as when she stalked her prey that night.

Cheng Sangluo, dressed in a thick white bathrobe, stood obediently behind the guest room door, holding her phone in her palm, almost unable to contain her urge to rush out, but obediently waiting for the hour to pass.

Compared to the cunning and beautiful woman outside, she seemed too naive and innocent, and at this moment she was praying with all her heart that time would pass quickly.

Despite living under the same roof, the longing created by the few walls separating us remains so intense.

Such longing transcends blatant affection; it's a pure desire to etch the person you yearn for into your eyes, to see them every moment without fail.

Finally, having endured the last second, Cheng Sangluo eagerly pulled open the door.

She thought Lin Jin was still enjoying a relaxing bath, but in just one glance, the intense longing that had been building up for half an hour was quickly filled, and she was even captivated by his radiant smiling eyes, unable to look away.

Cheng Sangluo's blank smile quickly froze, as the familiar collar left her in a dilemma.

The blooming camellias, accompanied by the jingling of the chain, gave her the illusion that she had returned to a stormy night long ago. However, the absence of the red wine and mineral water on the table, which seemed to tell her that everything was not as it used to be, was a reminder that things were not the same.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jin asked knowingly, forcing a fake smile, and dangled the collar around the puppy's neck. "Are you scared of this thing?"

Cheng Sangluo took a deep, heavy breath, hesitated, and then squatted down in front of her lover, stretching her neck slightly forward. "Didn't you say that a puppy should wear its own collar? Since I'm your puppy, of course you should put it on yourself. Put it on..."

Lin Jin was so shocked by this compliant attitude that she was speechless, and her face instantly showed a look of utter disbelief.

"You didn't refuse me?" She incredulously placed the back of her hand on Cheng Sangluo's forehead, checking his temperature, and muttered, "Hiss...you don't have a fever..."

Cheng Sangluo covered his wife's hand and kissed it, "I must be seriously ill to be like this. I'm poisoned by your love, and only you can save me."

Lin Jin withdrew her hand and, before she could back out, quickly put the studded leather ring around Cheng Sangluo's neck, even tugging on the chain a few times.

Cheng Sangluo was pulled off balance and quickly braced herself against the sofa. She looked up at her lover, whose eyes were filled with shimmering blue light, and asked sweetly, "If you like, I can bark for you."

"You're too well-behaved, which makes me a little less fond of you." Lin Jin said insincerely, but her cool fingertips gently traced the puppy's face. "I've suddenly changed my mind. Now I don't want the puppy version of Cheng Sangluo; I want the big bad wolf version~"

Cheng Sangluo's attitude changed drastically. One second she had a meek and obedient expression, and the next she was baring her teeth and snatching the chain from her lover's hand.

She wrapped the chain around Lin Jin's neck and then around her own palm a few times, tightening it just the right amount so as not to suffocate him, but to cause a slight pain that made him feel short of breath.

She brought her lips to her wife's ear and whispered coldly, "Is this the kind of revisiting you wanted? Then I'll grant your wish and reenact exactly what happened that day. Don't worry, this time I won't abandon you and run away. I'll make you live and die in your nightmares..."

"Heh~" Lin Jin laughed with a hint of madness that she hadn't shown in a long time. She wrapped her arms around Cheng Sangluo, who had an indifferent expression, and ordered in a high-pitched voice, "Carry me to the study and bring these things with you."

As she spoke, she lifted a corner of her robe, showing the little toy hidden under the fabric to the puppy.

Cheng Sangluo's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at her lover with a strange smile in disbelief. She sighed inwardly, realizing that she only knew the tip of the iceberg about her. How could she possibly control someone so wild?

Dissatisfied with her reaction, Lin Jin pretended to be angry and said, "What's with that expression? Did you see a monster?"

Cheng Sangluo let out a dry laugh: "Are you sure you want to try everything tonight? Are you sure you won't be begging for mercy with tears in your eyes later?"

Lin Jin wrinkled her nose. "Don't look down on people. Who knows who'll be begging whom in the end?"

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In the study, the office chair that witnessed the couple's first intimate moment has become a silent spectator once again.

Lin Jin's robe was made of soft, smooth material, and it hung loosely behind her shoulder, revealing an unsightly old scar. Her thin spine rose and fell with her breath.

She sat back on the desk, her graceful figure captivating.

With one hand supporting her behind her back, she used the other to gently twirl her lover's hair between her fingertips.

Her hands were different from Cheng Sangluo's rough hands from years of training. Her fingertips were slender and her knuckles were distinct. When she gripped them tightly, the veins were clearly visible. It was a kind of beautiful, skeletal structure.

The antique clock swung, making a ticking rhythm, but at some point, the rhythm gradually became disordered, turning into a creaking and swaying sound.

Strange, how could a full moon suddenly appear on a deep winter night with thick, heavy clouds?

The moon is often compared to longing, tenderness, and unrequited love. Fortunately, Lin Jin is the moon that Cheng Sangluo scooped up and held in her arms.

Beneath the cold and desolate surface of the moon lies a fiery side unknown to others; otherwise, how could she be the instigator of the surging wolf blood?

The wolf, disciplined by the moon, was now hunching over, its hunched back drooling with hunger, running rampant in the dark, dense forest.

It roams freely, searching for delicious food.

It swam upstream but couldn't catch a nimble fish. Just as it was about to drown, it found a pearl that God loved most.

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