Chapter 46: Absolutely Not, Absolutely Not – Intertwined Necks
Sometimes Dong Ling thought being completely drunk wasn’t so bad, it was better than this swaying, floating feeling, seemingly aware of what she was doing, yet also not quite.
Throwing away reason, hesitation, and shame, following her heart’s desires without reservation, her emotional perception shielded from negativity, leaving only joy and sweetness.
When the tip of her tongue touched the soft cheek, Dong Ling’s mind went blank.
The romantic foreign song played in her ears, the lingering scent of tequila seemed to seep into her skin, bringing a numbing intoxication.
In the space of a breath, she was pushed onto the sofa, her back pressed against the backrest, a slight pain.
It wasn’t enough to sober her up, but she still let out a short, soft moan.
A sound of pain and softness, coated with the sweet fragrance of alcohol, like a candied fruit.
She tilted her head back and met Song Mingzhi’s gaze, who was looking down at her.
Song Mingzhi’s hand pressed on her shoulder, the silk bathrobe slippery against her skin, wrinkling under the pressure, sliding down slightly, revealing her round shoulder.
The singing in the movie turned into humming, lingering and tender, like shadows in the flickering light, with an almost imperceptible aggressiveness.
Dong Ling’s eyes were filled with confusion, her large, bright eyes hazy.
She still didn’t understand the situation and reached out to touch the other person’s cheek again, her fingertip gently caressing the mole.
Song Mingzhi thought, Dong Ling was drunk again.
Perhaps not completely drunk, she had seen her truly drunk before, and also seen her slightly tipsy.
She didn’t know if Dong Ling was using the alcohol as an excuse, or being emboldened by it, but either way, it was her intention.
An unnatural itch spread across her cheek. Song Mingzhi looked at Dong Ling’s porcelain white neck and collarbone, exposed as she tilted her head back, her throat moving slightly.
She smelled the faint fragrance on Dong Ling, a citrus scent, from the bath products in her bathroom.
This bathrobe was also bought by Song Mingzhi, and after Dong Ling wore it last time, she considered it Dong Ling’s exclusive bathrobe.
These tangible things seemed to transform into intangible emotions at this moment, a strange sense of possessiveness and satisfaction filling her heart.
Dong Ling was lying on her sofa, wearing her bathrobe, drinking the cocktail she made, as if she had also become her possession.
The finger circling on her cheek suddenly moved, sliding down to her lips.
Song Mingzhi bit it, looked into those watery eyes, and thought, perhaps she was also drunk.
If she wasn’t drunk, how could she be so indulgent, acting so unlike her usual self?
Her warm breath brushed against Dong Ling’s neck, making it flush.
Dong Ling looked at the chandelier in the center of the living room, as if mesmerized by the dazzling lights.
The fabric slid down to her elbow, Dong Ling’s fingers crumpled the fabric of Song Mingzhi’s shirt on her back, she wanted to say something, but only a soft murmur came out.
“Sister…”
Dong Ling didn’t know why she called her that, but it felt incredibly natural… for reasons she couldn’t explain.
Dong Ling felt like she had drunk many Tequila Sunrises, soaked in orange juice and grenadine syrup, consumed by the alcohol.
But things didn’t go as she wished, the pressure on the side of her neck didn’t lessen, but increased.
Dong Ling was a pampered flower, raised in a wealthy family, she couldn’t endure pain, tears quickly welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill.
“I waited for so long tonight…” She said out of the blue, her fingers clutching Song Mingzhi’s clothes, her fingertips pink, and then she said, “Song Mingzhi, it hurts…”
It actually didn’t hurt that much, but amplified by her emotions, three points of pain became seven.
Song Mingzhi, leaning over her, paused slightly, gently kissed the side of her neck, and wiped the tears from Dong Ling’s face with her thumb.
The tears added a touch of fragility to her glamorous features, her slightly lowered eyes, like a delicate hibiscus flower in the rain, both alluring and cold.
“Mmm…”
The spicy taste of tequila lingered on her tongue, spreading through her senses to every part of her body.
Dong Ling’s hand slid down weakly, their intertwined figures reflected on the wall.
Neither of them had much experience, even accidentally bumping into each other would make them stiffen, even in their intoxicated state, they were clumsy.
They didn’t seem to be naturally gifted, Dong Ling bit her lower lip, suppressing the lingering tingling sensation.
A thin layer of moisture coated her lips, making them even redder.
Dong Ling covered her eyes with her hand, her cheeks flushed, unable to control herself.
Song Mingzhi gently ruffled her thick hair, looking at her slightly evasive posture, and didn’t say anything.
“Finish your drink and then go to sleep.”
Song Mingzhi opened a bottle of rum, mixed a Mojito, and handed it to Dong Ling.
Her wrinkled shirt clung to her body, paired with her messy hair and languid expression, a different kind of allure than when she was sober.
Dong Ling’s dreams were filled with the sweet taste of rum.
The next day, as soon as Dong Ling opened her eyes, she heard 021 chattering in her mind.
[Girl, do you know what happened yesterday…]
Dong Ling interrupted it: [I was drunk.]
[I know you were drunk, it’s not the first time…]
“I said, I was drunk.”
Dong Ling didn’t communicate with it mentally, but spoke out loud.
She didn’t want to hear it.
Dong Ling wasn’t completely blackout drunk yesterday, but she was truly out of her mind.
“What did I do…”
Dong Ling ruffled her hair, feeling irritated.
“And what did she do…”
What, were they both drunk and lost their minds?
Dong Ling: [021, Song Mingzhi is straight, right?]
021 replied with certainty: [Of course, this is a heterosexual romance novel, the female lead is naturally straight, if the female lead is gay, how can she fall in love with the male lead?]
Dong Ling wasn’t convinced, she really couldn’t bring herself to believe it.
Perhaps because she didn’t want to remember too clearly, her brain blurred the memories of last night, leaving only Song Mingzhi’s body temperature, her fragrance, and that lingering French song.
How she returned to the guest room, how she fell asleep, Song Mingzhi’s expression and attitude, she couldn’t remember any of it.
Dong Ling changed her clothes and washed up, tilted her head in front of the mirror, saw the faint marks on her neck and collarbone, and pulled up her clothes unnaturally.
Her heart was in even more turmoil, she didn’t even want to think about it.
Dong Ling wasn’t someone who avoided things, but after meeting Song Mingzhi, she seemed reluctant to examine her own feelings.
Coming out of the bathroom, Dong Ling saw Song Mingzhi in the kitchen.
Song Mingzhi was making sandwiches, she met Dong Ling’s gaze and smiled.
“Good morning.”
Dong Ling greeted her and sat down at the dining table, waiting to be served.
Her expression was normal, as always.
The smile on Song Mingzhi’s lips faded slightly, she said good morning, and continued cutting vegetables with her head lowered.
Before this, she had mentally rehearsed many times, perhaps the girl would think they had crossed a line last night, that they were now in some kind of intimate relationship, perhaps the girl would be happy about her unrestrained reaction and confess her feelings. Even though she still had many things to deal with, she was willing to disrupt her plans for this, she had even thought about how to reveal her identity to the girl.
But she hadn’t expected this outcome, her joy suddenly turning into emptiness, Song Mingzhi pursed her lips, even more confused.
She had thought the girl was being cautious because she was afraid of her rejection, but why was she still avoiding her after she had already responded?
Was this a skilled hunter’s tactic of playing hard to get, or was it because the timing wasn’t right?
Song Mingzhi had always been someone who liked to wait and plan, in all aspects of her life.
She liked to strategize before acting, she would sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, be the fisherman, be the oriole.
“I’ll pour the milk.”
She placed the plate in front of Dong Ling, her expression unchanged.
Dong Ling looked at Song Mingzhi’s normal expression, feeling a little suspicious.
She glanced at the slightly emptier liquor cabinet, thinking that last night wasn’t an illusion.
Could it be that Song Mingzhi had also drunk too much and forgotten?
Dong Ling wasn’t sure, but she hoped so.
After breakfast, she left as if fleeing, the task completion notification from the system her only consolation.
[Task complete, current main storyline progress: 45%.]
Dong Ling originally wanted to encourage herself, they were one step closer, but thinking about how they would get even closer in the future, she felt a little melancholic again.
She went to Nanjia Hospital and visited Wen Han, who was still lying in bed.
Wen Han’s condition remained the same, quietly lying there as if asleep.
Dong Ling didn’t know where his soul had gone, or when he would return, this was beyond the realm of ordinary people, she could only hope that 021 could contact headquarters soon. But it couldn’t be rushed, she should focus on the matters at hand first.
“A Mysterious Person’s Funeral” exceeded Dong Ling’s box office expectations, bringing her a huge profit, buying a 70 million diamond wouldn’t be a problem.
Dong Ling immediately contacted Chen Shang Shang, who gave her a friend’s discount, even more than the previously promised amount.
“It’s good that you came to me now, I’m going on a trip with Tang Qianxi later.”
“Such leisure?”
Chen Shang Shang said relaxedly: “After all, we’re not as busy as you. My family’s exhibition just ended, her gallery can run without her, so we’re going out to have some fun.”
“That’s great, have a good time.”
Dong Ling felt a little envious, she also wanted to travel, but she couldn’t find the time, and there wasn’t anywhere she particularly wanted to go, so she dismissed the thought.
“Bring me back a souvenir. By the way, want to get a manicure before you leave? You must be tired of your current one, I’ve found some nice new styles.”
“Aren’t you doing it yourself?”
Dong Ling looked at Chen Shang Shang’s bare nails and raised an eyebrow.
“I specifically removed them for the trip.”
“Oh,” Dong Ling nodded, then paused and said, “Don’t people usually dress up when they go on trips?”
Chen Shang Shang waved her hand dismissively: “It interferes with enjoying good food, you wouldn’t understand.”
Dong Ling shrugged, okay, she didn’t understand.
After retrieving the gem from the vault with Chen Shang Shang, Dong Ling rushed to present it to Song Mingzhi.
Besides her eagerness to show off her treasure, the one-month deadline was approaching, she had to complete this task quickly.
“It’s too expensive.”
Song Mingzhi looked at the obviously valuable diamond necklace, her expression more apprehensive than surprised.
“I thought it was perfect for you the moment I saw it, so I had to buy it for you. If you like it, then it’s a worthwhile gift, and if you don’t, then I don’t think it’s expensive at all.”
Even without Chen Shang Shang’s discount, a 70 million diamond necklace was expensive, but for Dong Ling, if Song Mingzhi didn’t like it, it really wasn’t a big deal.
As for the 3% main storyline progress, she would leave it to fate, if Song Mingzhi didn’t accept it, Dong Ling wouldn’t force her.
Song Mingzhi was good at reading people, but she couldn’t tell if this was genuine or just sweet talk.
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