Chapter 30

Sink with me [Cultivation]

Cheng Sangluo was stunned. For her, who was not good at lying, this question was extremely difficult.

The difficulty lies in the fact that she is a human being with flesh and blood, and that after being single for more than twenty years, she still harbors fantasies about filling the void of loneliness.

"Stop playing around, okay?" Cheng Sangluo was like a hedgehog whose quills had been removed, forced to conceal her sharpness. "Untie me, I'll take you to stop the bleeding."

She didn't admit that she cared whether Lin Jinshou was injured or not, but seeing the bright red blood gushing from his slender white arm stung her eyes.

"You have two choices: make a conscious demand, or..." Lin Jin refused the request, turning to take a capsule-sized pill from the drawer, "...sink with me..."

"Seeking pleasure...it's not something shameful..."

Lin Jin's seductive tone was sweet and sticky, yet it also concealed a deadly danger.

She fiddled with the capsule between her fingertips, then gently brought it to her lips, patiently waiting for the puppy's answer.

In fact, she was going crazy with pent-up desire; the lust hidden in her heart was like a fire fueled by oil, spreading like wildfire and burning away all her restraint.

The impending torrent of rain washed over her nerves, causing her to slightly raise herself and shift her position, quietly brushing against the puppy's leg, which slightly eased the nagging pain deep within her soul.

Cheng Sangluo couldn't help but shake her leg, as if trying to dispel the strange sensation that had soaked through her trouser leg.

That was the delusional, hot, sticky fantasy of a madwoman.

Cheng Sangluo had no choice. Whether she became sober or succumbed to despair, either path led to a dead end, yet she couldn't find a third way to get this crazy woman to relent.

Tonight, it's clear there will be no peace.

"Hurry, answer me!" Lin Jin's urgent voice trembled uncontrollably, her body going limp like a puddle of water, forcing her to lean on the puppy's shoulder for support. "Darling... don't leave me... suffering like this alone..."

Cheng Sanglu subconsciously raised his shoulder, steadily supporting the trembling sent by the madwoman. He remained silent for what seemed like an eternity, and after an unknown period of time, he finally opened his lips and answered, "Give me the medicine."

Lin Jin raised her eyebrows in surprise, as if she was astonished that the puppy would ultimately choose to rely on drugs to maintain this infatuation.

After the initial surprise, his deep eyes revealed utter disappointment, as if he were complaining: You would rather take drugs than soberly comfort me, then what am I to you?

"Weren't you in a hurry? Why are you dragging your feet now?"

Cheng Sangluo, on the contrary, became the impatient one. Her calm urging was more like a rusty, dull blade, unable to pierce or cut through, yet it was still annoying.

She could easily see Lin Jin's dejection, which is why she responded in such a hurtful way.

Lin Jin held the capsule in his mouth and brought it to her lips, a kiss that wasn't quite a kiss, until he used the tip of his tongue to put the medicine into the puppy's mouth, and then urged her to stare at it for a long time.

Cheng Sangluo raised her chin so that the person in front of her could see that she had swallowed the capsule, before asking, "Are you satisfied now? If you are, then untie me."

"Don't be in such a hurry, this is just the beginning," Lin Jin said with a triumphant smile, without agreeing to let the puppy untie the device on its arm.

She swayed her alluring figure as she leaned against the table.

As she tilted her head back, her long, smooth hair slid over her shoulders and landed on the swaying, delicious-looking snow peaches.

Her delicate hands and slender fingers moved with precise precision.

It brushed against her fair neck.

Pick up a strand of hair.

He swept the peach tips by himself.

Lin Jin looked at Cheng Sangluo's alluring eyes, which were not only smiling but also wrapped in a blush of provocation, conveying all the ambiguity without saying a word.

She was like a little female cat on a spring night, occasionally letting out a few tender murmurs.

It resembles a white snake coiled on a tree trunk, cold and slippery.

The lace-trimmed ribbons act like a filter, adding even more allure to the vibrant spring scene before us.

Cheng Sangluo narrowed his eyes and looked down at her with disdain, his heart remaining calm, but his tone of voice stirred: "What trick are you trying to pull now?"

Lin Jin knew all too well how potent the medicine was, so he wasn't in a hurry to see how quickly it would work, and suddenly let out a clear, cheerful laugh.

To Cheng Sangluo, the laughter sounded like a huge mockery and provocation.

She lost her composure and angrily demanded, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?!"

"I'm laughing at how calm and collected you are now, because you'll be just as uncontrollable later..." Lin Jin answered truthfully, reaching out to hook the dog's collar, twirling it between her fingertips and playing with it, before finally bringing it to her mouth to nuzzle.

Unable to bear the intense itching, she regained her patience and waited, eager to see just how wild and unruly the puppy really was.

Cheng Sangluo agreed to swallow the capsule solely to persuade Lin Jin to untie her.

She figured that as long as she was freed, she could find a way to vomit it up before the drug took effect, and she could also stop the bleeding and induce vomiting for that self-deprecating crazy woman.

But she never expected that the crazy woman was so suspicious that she would only undo the device when the drug took effect.

Cheng Sangluo couldn't wait any longer, so she had to tense her back to gather strength and burst out, hoping to break free from the restraints.

There was no trickery involved; it all came down to brute force. After trying many times over, he finally heard a cracking sound coming from the handrail.

She shook her arms more and more violently, completely ignoring the pain caused by the pulling on her skin.

In the blink of an eye, his arms were covered in scratches and bloodstains.

"Don't move!" Lin Jin exclaimed in alarm, quickly pressing down on her shoulder and bending down to examine the deep and shallow wounds, his fingertips trembling with heartache.

She gently rubbed and rubbed it, scolding in a low voice, "Can't you take better care of yourself? Do you have to be covered in bruises before you're satisfied?"

"What's the point of cherishing my worthless life? Don't you just enjoy watching me be tortured like this?" Cheng Sangluo mocked herself, and her left arm broke free of its restraints as she exerted force again.

Lin Jin tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Cheng Sangluo suddenly used all her strength to tear open the device on the right, and hurriedly stepped back from the chair and stood up.

Lin Jin, who was sitting on her lap, lost her balance and swayed from side to side. She lost her grip on something and fell sideways into the shards of glass scattered on the ground.

Cheng Sangluo reacted quickly, grabbing her waist and hoisting her up onto his shoulder.

Before Lin Jin could recover from the shock, she was already half-lifted into the air. A strong sense of weightlessness washed over her, but it was quickly replaced by the sense of security brought by the puppy.

"Are you afraid I'll fall and get hurt?" She nuzzled the puppy's broad back, then lifted her legs and leaped through the air in a joyful arc, letting out a mocking laugh: "Haha...you clearly care..."

Cheng Sangluo ignored her and carried the unruly, crazy woman straight to the living room.

She clearly had many choices: to abandon Lin Jin, to go to the bathroom to vomit up the medicine, or to run away in panic.

But the soft-hearted god chose a path that disregarded his own well-being.

She tossed Lin Jin onto the sofa, looked around in vain, and then asked, "Don't you have a first-aid kit?"

Lin Jin lay lazily on the sofa, her carefree laughter vanishing at the question.

She deliberately propped her head up with her injured arm, letting blood ooze from the deep wound, and said nonchalantly, "Yes, find it yourself~"

"You're crazy!" Cheng Sangluo cursed under her breath, reaching out to support Lin Jin's head and gently pushing his injured arm aside. "Playing around is fine, but can't you take care of yourself?"

"That sounds familiar. Did I just say that?" Lin Jin raised an eyebrow, teasingly adding fuel to the fire, "You don't even know how to take care of yourself, what right do you have to lecture me?"

"..." Cheng Sangluo's words of abuse were stuck in his throat, turning into a long silence.

She opened the coffee table drawer and found it filled with all sorts of medicines. She found some alcohol and cotton balls and let out a sigh of relief.

Lin Jin glanced at the relaxed puppy, which coiled around her back like a snake and offered its arm, "Come on, let's have some service, while you're still awake..."

Two blushes had already appeared on Cheng Sangluo's face. She felt hot all over and couldn't help but reach out to tug at her collar. Then she picked up a cotton ball, soaked it in alcohol, and said, "Bear with it, it will hurt."

"I'm not afraid of pain..." Lin Jin's mind began to wander during the conversation. She bit the puppy's ear, her stammering becoming unclear, "I...I'm afraid...you won't want me..."

Cheng Sangluo tried her best to suppress the strange feeling rising in her heart. She couldn't tell whether the palpitation came from instinct or because the medicine was starting to take effect.

She silently supported Lin Jin's arm, disinfecting it while trying to calm her disordered breathing.

The calmer you are, the more agonizing it becomes; the unreleased itching is piercing and agonizing, accompanied by a weak and sore limb.

"Don't hold back... okay..." Lin Jin pressed her lips to the puppy's face, feeling the heat of each other's skin.

Seeing that Cheng Sangluo remained unmoved, she could only try to melt that cold heart with words, "I will give you... whatever you want... I can give you anything..."

Cheng Sangluo closed her eyes and shook her head violently twice, then hastily wrapped the bandage around her arm a few times and finished the job.

Lin Jin thought she was getting up to leave, so she clung tightly to her clothes, refusing to let go. "Last time...you abandoned me like this too...the thunder was so loud that night...I was so scared..."

Cheng Sangluo lowered her eyes, never having seen the madwoman in front of her with such an expression. She was showing weakness with fear and unease, her deep eyes glistening with tears that seemed about to spill out, making her look pitiful.

“I’m not planning to leave,” Cheng Sangluo replied, bending down to gesture for Lin Jin to put his arm around her neck. “Let’s go to the restroom; we need to induce vomiting for this medicine.”

“Inducing vomiting didn’t work… I drank it with alcohol… I can only rely on you to help me…” Lin Jin wrapped her arms around the puppy’s neck and kissed her chin as she explained, “You can’t do anything either… A whole pill is a very large dose…”

At first, her kisses were gentle, like fine raindrops falling, but they eventually turned into an uncontrollable frenzy, each kiss like a desperate redemption.

Cheng Sangluo didn't believe this explanation and insisted on carrying Lin Jin across the spacious living room. However, before they even reached the guest room, she felt her legs go weak and almost fell to the ground with the person in her arms.

Lin Jin persisted, her kisses growing ever more passionate. She no longer cared about anything else, repeatedly calling out, "Sang Luo...I need you...please...don't be so stubborn..."

Cheng Sangluo leaned against the wall to catch her breath, holding Lin Jin tightly with almost all her might, afraid that she would drop the person in her arms if she loosened her grip even slightly.

She couldn't say she was moved; every breath she took was controlled by the effects of the drug, until the last shred of reason was overwhelmed by the raging flood.

Lin Jin nibbled on her ear, whispering, "Go to that room...that's the room I...prepared for you a long, long time ago...I've fantasized countless times about you holding me in that room...holding me passionately..."

Cheng Sangluo listened to her words as if possessed, but the feeling of powerlessness made her walk very slowly. She had to endure the soreness with every step in order to walk steadily.

Lin Jin pointed to a room in the corner, which looked normal.

The moment I pushed open the door, the dark room, which hadn't even been lit, was made even more dazzling by the light from outside.

The square, windowless room contained only a two-meter-wide double bed, with no other decorations.

What's truly unsettling is that all four walls of the room, including the ceiling, are mirrors, reflecting countless spying spaces.

Cheng Sangluo wanted to turn and leave, but Lin Jin raised her foot and braced it against the mirrored wall. "Don't go... stay here... I want to watch you... watch how you gradually possess me..."

Cheng Sangluo's breathing was erratic, and her remaining strength made it impossible for her to continue carrying Lin Jin horizontally.

She moved to the bedside and put Lin Jin down. Before she could let go, the crazy woman grabbed her neck with a smile and pulled them both onto the soft bed.

His head was buried in the madwoman's burning neck, and he couldn't help but inhale that familiar scent; every breath was a heavy, greedy one.

Lin Jin tilted her head back and stared intently at the mirror on the ceiling.

In the mirror, she was stroking the puppy's head, babbling incoherently: "I've been waiting for you...waiting until today...it's been so hard...so hard...please, just give me a little bit of love...that's so hard too..."

She smiled contentedly, feeling the warm, moist breath on her neck, and admiring her reflection in the mirror with a perverted yet obsessive expression.

Cheng Sangluo hunched over with his broad back, almost completely engulfing the slender Lin Jin in his arms.

Unconsciously, she ruffled Lin Jin's fragrant hair, her palm slowly moving to the back of her neck, lifting it firmly so she could better inhale the delicate fragrance of the cedar.

She suddenly realized that she wasn't just smelling Lin Jin's scent, but was kissing her unconsciously.

The other hand, which was supporting her lower back, also became restless.

"Lin Jin...hold me tight..."

Cheng Sangluo's voice was hoarse, but carried an irresistible command.

Lin Jin deliberately stretched out her arms disobeying, "Beg me~"

Cheng Sangluo snorted coldly, easily lifting her up with one arm around her waist, then pressing her firmly against the headboard, emphasizing in a deep voice, "I'll say it again...hold me tight..."

In that instant, Lin Jin sensed the unfamiliarity of Cheng Sangluo. The puppy was not like a puppy; it was more like a wolf lurking in the shadows, or a black panther with shiny fur.

It seems like he's trying to rein in his wildness, yet it also reveals the most primal madness in his temperament.

Lin Jin nodded, lowered her eyes slightly, and smiled as she looked at the little dog lying in front of her. She commanded in the same manner, "Beg me."

No matter if you're a dog, a wolf, or a leopard, no matter how wild or unruly you are, you'll be trained to be obedient here.