Chapter 29

I want you to fall into my trap consciously. [Revised]

"Lin Jin, wake up!"

“Cheng Sangluo, I’m still rational... I won’t hurt you…” Lin Jin replied with a smile, putting one of the lace ribbons around her neck and even tying it into a pretty bow.

She tilted her head to admire him, her flushed, drunken eyes brimming with laughter: "You are my gift, so of course you should be tied with a pretty bow."

This time, Lin Jin felt no humiliation.

All she wanted was to fill the void of countless nights and the blank memories of those nights without Cheng Sangluo's presence.

Cheng Sangluo was distressed, and her tone softened slightly: "Stop making a fuss, I'll take you to get your stomach pumped, okay? Listen to me!"

"No." Lin Jin picked up another lace ribbon, held one end in her mouth, and gently rubbed it against the puppy's dry lips. "Guess where it will be tied?"

The silhouette reflected on the wall, with its slender back slightly bent, resembled a black cat crouching in the palm of someone's hand, silently overflowing with a persistent curiosity.

She occupied the high position, looking down at her eager prey, her scarlet eyes sparkling with a hint of playfulness.

I can't bear to eat the puppy so easily.

Cheng Sangluo knew that no matter how much she said, it would be a waste of breath, so she could only press herself firmly against the back of the chair and turn her head away.

Lin Jin gently pinched her chin with his cool fingertips, forcefully turning it towards her, carefully studying her unseeing eyes. "You'll definitely like... the performance I specially prepared for you... you definitely will..."

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Cheng Sangluo had no choice but to bite the bullet and meet those hazy eyes. She said seriously, "You know what kind of person I am. I'm not interested."

"Yes, you're stubborn...you're upright...you remain unmoved by temptation...you're righteous and awe-inspiring..."

Lin Jin's praise was sarcastic, but her wicked smile remained.

The medicine took effect rapidly.

A thin layer of sweat covered the inner lining of the suspenders.

In the secret marshland, an uncontrollable stickiness was stirred up.

She put the remaining lace ribbon over the puppy's face, covering its resisting yet bright eyes.

"Remember to open your eyes and appreciate it. Through this lace, you'll see not only me... but also the ambitions and desires you dare not confront..."

After saying that, she untied the puppy's hair tie.

Her hair, scattered in an instant, clung messily to the sides of Cheng Sangluo's face, her disheveled appearance tinged with a sense of brokenness that both softened one's heart and stirred a stronger desire to possess her.

Cheng Sangluo's serious expression, with his lips pressed tightly together, added a touch of ascetic tension to the blindfolded lace. When he tilted his head slightly, the taut contours of his face became even more handsome.

Just as Lin Jin said, she really didn't close her eyes; she was tracing the slender waist of the woman in front of her through the gaps in the lace.

Curiosity was at play, which is why she wanted to find out what kind of performance could arouse her ambition.

Lin Jin sat on her lap, while also leaning lazily against the edge of the table, appreciating the unfazed puppy with an admiring gaze.

She tilted her head and pressed her face against his shoulder, knowing full well that alcohol would amplify the effects of the aphrodisiac, but still greedily took a sip of red wine.

"Stop drinking." Cheng Sangluo frowned and scolded in a low voice, "Don't do anything to hurt yourself."

"What business is it of yours if I torture myself?" Lin Jin ignored her advice, then took off the camellia-patterned bathrobe, draped it over her head, and wrapped the earnest little dog inside as well. "Ready?"

In the hidden space created by the long robe, Cheng Sangluo's vision became blurred. She couldn't see Lin Jin's expression clearly, but she could see the fair skin pressed against her.

Those snow peaches are naturally plump.

Wrapped in a thin layer of material.

It possesses an air of mystery that seems to be about to burst forth.

"Want some?" Lin Jin's tone was sweet and cloying as he brushed his nose against hers, seemingly casually. "If you want some, it's yours..."

"Mmm—" Cheng Sangluo's face was buried in his, making her breath sticky. "Lin...mmm...Lin Jin..."

It used to be called the pleasant scent of cedar, but now it's richer than ever before. Instead of bringing peace of mind, it's a seductive allure that tugs at the heartstrings.

Cheng Sangluo's heart was in her throat, feeling suffocated, and she had to bite her lip tightly, afraid that if she relaxed even slightly, the crazy woman in front of her would take advantage of her.

Lin Jin deliberately straightened her back to make her pretentious performance look even more lewd.

She occasionally let out a few appropriate hums, wishing her beloved little dog could taste all the soft sweetness of the snow peach.

Cheng Sangluo shook her head violently, but she couldn't escape; she couldn't escape no matter what she did.

She was trapped in the boss's chair, trapped beneath the robe, trapped in Lin Jin's schemes and plots.

She instinctively tensed up, trying to regain her scattered rationality by calming her breathing, but to little avail.

Lin Jin didn't touch Cheng Sangluo's clothes from beginning to end. Just as she said, she wouldn't hurt the puppy tonight, only herself.

As the burning, itchy effects of the medicine surged through her brain, she finally couldn't hold back any longer and lifted the puppy's face, pleading in a trembling, tearful voice, "Cheng Sangluo... I feel so awful..."

"I want...me..."

"Be rougher..."

"It doesn't matter...."

She bent down and hugged Cheng Sangluo's neck, pressing their foreheads together, letting the man who had never yielded see the depth of her uncontrollable infatuation.

"Please feel sorry for me, okay?" Lin Jin shed all her arrogance, her tone filled with a sickly, pleading tone. "Even if you only feel a slight pang of pity... I'll be completely satisfied..."

In the cramped, dimly lit space, Cheng Sangluo peered at Lin Jin's expression through the lace ribbon. The pitiful look beneath the blush made her heart tremble, and her tone softened: "You need to learn to love yourself first, then someone will care about you... Lin Jin... don't be like this..."

The silky camellia-patterned robe was shaken off as Lin Jin embraced the puppy.

The view finally cleared up a little.

Cheng Sangluo tried to catch a breath of fresh air, but was quickly brought back to reality by the people causing trouble in front of her.

Lin Jin leaned against the table again, silently removing the camisole that barely concealed her breasts, picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, and then let the rest of the wine pour down.

That pool of vibrant red stretched down her chin, across the cold white plains and ravines, branching into babbling brooks atop the snow-capped peaks.

Lin Jin chewed on the wine bottle, a flush rising on her face, and whispered, "Taste what I taste like... sweet... sour... or bitter..."

Without the influence of alcohol or hallucinogenic drugs, I want you to fall into my trap while fully conscious.

Cheng Sangluo's vision had never been so strongly impacted. She lowered her head in fear and closed her eyes tightly, but the beautiful scene carved by Lin Jin was already imprinted in her mind, every stroke of which was an irresistible temptation.

She gripped the armrest with her palms, her nails almost embedded in the soft leather. It wasn't hatred, but simply a desire to maintain her sanity through pain.

'Snap—'

The silent study was suddenly filled with a fragmented, jarring sound.

Lin Jin knew that no matter how much she begged, she wouldn't be able to soften her heart, so she had no choice but to smash the wine bottle.

She gripped the bottle opening tightly against her fair arm, the sharp glass embedding itself into her delicate flesh, until drops of blood fell onto Cheng Sangluo's face, eventually forming a scene of overwhelming panic.

She seemed oblivious to the pain, her face showing no sign of weakness, as she coldly stared down at the unmoved Cheng Sangluo.

Even as the man struggled desperately, he forgot that the bandages on his arm were almost digging into his flesh.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Cheng Sangluo roared, but dared not kick wildly, afraid that the crazy woman sitting on his lap would fall into the broken glass on the ground. "Let go, let go of me right now! Don't do anything stupid!"

Lin Jin laughed heartily, yet with a hint of satisfaction hidden within, satisfied that the puppy must have felt sorry for her, which was why it was struggling so much.

She raised the broken bottle neck to her arm again, silently threatening the soft-hearted god.

Seeing that her fair arm was about to be cut again, Cheng Sangluo pleaded urgently, "Just throw the bottle away, I'll do anything you want, I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"Finally giving in?" Lin Jin chuckled, then placed the broken end of the bottle on the puppy's chin to confirm, "Are you sure you'll obediently agree to whatever I ask you to do?"

"I'm not as untrustworthy as you." Cheng Sangluo's eyes reddened with anger, and blood dripped down her lace-like ribbons onto her face, like two lines of bloody tears.

She was indeed panicked, but she didn't know why.

Even if she got a few more cuts on her arm, it wouldn't hurt her much, let alone kill Lin Jin.

Lin Jin's eyes narrowed into a wicked smile. Her tone, no longer pleading, was now cold and commanding: "Wipe the wine off my body...not a single trace...and this blood...you have to stop it with your tongue too..."

Cheng Sangluo moved her lips in panic, unable to utter a word for a long time. Crazy women always make outlandish requests, and today's scene was once again beyond her expectations.

"It hurts so much..." Lin Jin hissed in pain when she saw her hesitate, and then dabbed some blood on the puppy's dry lips with her fingertip. "I don't have much patience left."

"Untie me." Cheng Sangluo made an impossible request, licking the blood off her lips in front of Lin Jin as a way of showing her submission.

She couldn't help but savor the taste of the madwoman, a faint hint of sweetness mingled with the scent of blood.

"I can't beat you, so why should I trust you?" Lin Jin said coquettishly, bringing the adorable peach to the puppy's lips. "Hurry up...be good...be serious..."

Cheng Sangluo had no way to escape; a wave of thirst washed over her.

She had almost forgotten the fading humiliation, her mind filled with how to skillfully restrain and endure it.

But when Lin Jin placed his hand on the back of her head, the clarity he had desperately tried to muster vanished in an instant.

"I will soon be your wife... a trial period before marriage... um... it's reasonable..." Lin Jin hugged the puppy's head tightly, her soft words punctuated by a gentle sigh, her shimmering eyes narrowing slightly.

Cheng Sangluo buried her head and gently kissed him, like a dragonfly skimming the water, landing on the tip of a soft peach.

Midsummer is the season for peaches, when they are fragrant, soft, and juicy.

Tonight, she tasted the seasonal flavors she had never experienced in her life.

Only those who nod in appreciation can truly feel the joy of seeing the puppy so earnest.

Cheng Sangluo only raised her head after the traces of red wine had been completely wiped away.

Her chin ached terribly, but she had to pretend to be calm. However, the burning sensation that spread from her ears to her cheeks and neck easily betrayed her inexperience.

"It's not over yet~" Lin Jin said, still wanting more, deliberately raising her arm to tease him. "I told you I would torture myself... As for whether you feel sorry for me or not... that depends on your conscience... You want me, right?"

[Author's Note]

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