The Passerby Female Supporting Character – Chapter 44
by Little PandaBlood Drop
Song Linlin observed the state of the person opposite her. Originally, the other party’s breathing had been so shallow as to be almost imperceptible, but now it seemed to have quickened considerably. The sound of air with each breath was clearly audible, and even her expression was no longer as calm as initially, gradually showing some changes.
The atmosphere on the scene became subtle along with it, permeated by a strange feeling.
Song Linlin couldn’t smell the scent on herself. This odor diffused into the air, a cloyingly sweet, honey-like fragrance drilling into Chi Qianning’s nose. The smell was too strong; it simply couldn’t be ignored.
Although the effect of the medicinal fragrance was discounted compared to the potency of Hehuan San, this scent wasn’t entirely without effect on Chi Qianning. As the odor entered her body, the speed of her blood flow increased significantly. Chi Qianning felt her body inexplicably begin to heat up.
It was as if a hot current was rampaging inside her body; wherever it flowed felt ignited, and her surface body temperature rose accordingly.
These past few days, Chi Qianning had slowly been able to control the various desires originating from her estrus period. Now, influenced by that scent, these desires actually began to resurface, feeling increasingly intense, faintly trending back towards the state of the first few days.
This was not a good sign. Chi Qianning clenched her fingers into her palm. Only when she spoke did she realize her voice had become hoarse, trembling from suppressed endurance. She looked at Song Linlin and said, “Go take a bath.”
She couldn’t continue letting the scent spread. Just smelling this medicinal fragrance for a short while had already started affecting her; who knew what might happen if it continued.
Song Linlin also nodded quickly. Of course, she could also feel the tension in the atmosphere now. This scent on her was really too strong; it had to be cleaned off.
She stood up, preparing to leave the room to fetch water for a bath, but a distinctly bony hand suddenly grasped her wrist. The grip was very strong, pulling Song Linlin’s already forward-moving step back.
“Wait,” said the person behind her.
Song Linlin turned her head, looking puzzled at the owner of the hand. A very faint pink blush had stained Chi Qianning’s pale face. She was so fair that even this slight change was very noticeable on her.
“Wh-what is it?”
Held by her grip, Song Linlin quietly swallowed. Didn’t she say to go take a bath? For the other party to suddenly grab her at this moment, it was hard not to feel nervous.
Especially since Song Linlin could feel the warmth in the palm gripping her. In her memory, it should have been cool to the touch, but now it had warmed up somewhat.
Unconsciously, even without smelling the medicinal fragrance of the Hehuan San, Song Linlin felt her own heartbeat accelerate considerably.
“It’s too inefficient,” Chi Qianning stated.
Her current state wasn’t good. Chi Qianning looked up at Song Linlin and chose the quickest, most effective solution.
Fingers forming a magic seal, Chi Qianning directly cast a Body Cleansing Technique on Song Linlin. After the spell ended, she still felt uneasy and cast several more in succession.
Only after ensuring there was truly not a trace of any strange smell left on Song Linlin did Chi Qianning finally release her tight grip. A faint white handprint remained on the other’s wrist.
Because of the Body Cleansing Technique, the Qingxin Lu originally applied to Song Linlin’s nose had also been purified away. Now, she could smell odors other than the cool scent of the Qingxin Lu.
Song Linlin quickly raised her arm again, bending her head down to sniff the scent on her sleeve. This time, there really were no extra smells. This result made Song Linlin feel slightly more at ease.
She turned her head again to look at Chi Qianning, meeting Chi Qianning’s eyes, which still held some unusual emotion. The other party’s red eyes narrowed slightly, saying with some displeasure, “What were you doing all day? How did you get contaminated with such a strong scent of that stuff?”
This question actually made Song Linlin too embarrassed to answer. She uncontrollably averted her gaze, avoiding eye contact with the person before her. Her eyes started darting around, and she hesitated, not daring to reply, blushing red to the tips of her ears in shame.
After mustering courage for a while, Song Linlin didn’t dare not answer Chi Qianning’s question. She could only face the other’s suspicious gaze and mumbled indistinctly, “Just… just staying with Zhang San, learning how to refine medicine…”
After speaking, Song Linlin silently prayed in her heart that the other wouldn’t press her about exactly what medicine she was refining.
However, what one fears often comes true. Chi Qianning continued doubtfully, “What medicine were you refining?”
Logically speaking, refining ordinary medicinal pills certainly wouldn’t produce such an effect. Although Chi Qianning didn’t understand alchemy, deep down she felt that Song Linlin definitely wasn’t refining anything proper.
This time, there was really no avoiding it. The other party had pressed her this far. Song Linlin could only brace herself, cough lightly twice, then steel her heart and say directly, “Ahem, it was Hehuan San.”
Chi Qianning: …
Hearing this answer, Chi Qianning fell silent. This response was indeed quite beyond her expectations. She had sent Song Linlin to learn pill refining from Zhang San, originally thinking it would stop Song Linlin from wasting her days doing meaningless things; learning pill refining was a proper pursuit.
But it turned out Song Linlin had gone off with her [Zhang San] to refine something like Hehuan San. Anyway, no matter what, at this moment, Chi Qianning was thoroughly speechless.
The scene fell into silence.
Song Linlin quietly observed the other person. Saying such words had been a huge test for herself, and she was certainly very embarrassed now. However, after saying it, Song Linlin inexplicably felt a sense of relief.
Anyway, she had already refined it; nothing could change that reality now. Song Linlin now finally understood the mentality of “a dead pig fears no boiling water”1.
Just by changing her mindset, she was no longer embarrassed. She could even face Chi Qianning frankly.
Chi Qianning looked at Song Linlin, who now appeared entirely righteous and self-assured, and could finally only say, “Song Linlin, sometimes I really don’t understand what you’re doing.”
She had clearly intended to send Song Linlin off to study to become an alchemist, yet the other party always managed to give her a surprise.
Song Linlin wasn’t embarrassed anymore either. Besides, it was clearly Zhang San who had her refine this thing, although she herself had chosen to refine it.
She rubbed her nose and muttered softly, “Refining Hehuan San wasn’t entirely my idea; Zhang San brought it out.”
However, Song Linlin indeed said this without much confidence. She stared at Chi Qianning, saw the other’s still-flushed face, heard her slightly hurried breathing, recalled her no-longer-cool body temperature, and Song Linlin felt a certain itchiness in her heart, feeling that perhaps she too had been somewhat affected by the Hehuan San.
“Let’s go to sleep!” Song Linlin suddenly said.
Chi Qianning gave her a strange look. The influence of the Hehuan San scent hadn’t dissipated yet. She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but before the words of refusal could leave her mouth, Song Linlin directly reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled Chi Qianning up from the chair.
Then, Song Linlin pushed Chi Qianning’s shoulders from behind, just like that, pushing her forward. “Let’s go, it’s already dark, time for bed indeed.”
The distance wasn’t long; it was practically just a few steps to the edge of the bed. Chi Qianning turned around to face Song Linlin, “What are you doi—”
Before the rest of the sentence could be spoken, the next moment Chi Qianning’s back fell onto the bed. The unspoken words were swallowed back. Lying on the soft bedding, her red eyes stared at Song Linlin in front of her, stunned.
She had never expected something like this to happen. At the same time, the feeling that had started to fade became intense again. Chi Qianning felt her body temperature rise some more.
Her lips parted and closed, making no sound. After a few seconds, her voice unsteady, breath somewhat disordered, she finally managed to ask, “Did you take Hehuan San, Song Linlin?”
Song Linlin looked down at the beautiful face beneath her, feeling like her mind was indeed a complete mess right now, though probably not to the extent of having taken Hehuan San.
“No.” Song Linlin shook her head, then made a serious suggestion, “I feel like I’ve been thoroughly marinated2 by that medicinal fragrance, I’m really not thinking clearly. Why don’t you bite me?”
Chi Qianning looked at her silently for two seconds, forcefully controlling the sensations teetering on the edge of danger. Song Linlin was so close now; she could see the faint blue veins beneath the other’s skin. Recalling the taste of that blood, she inexplicably began to feel parched.
However, Chi Qianning still chose to refuse, “No.”
The current situation was already very delicate. If she were to take another sip of the other’s blood, there would be no guarantee she could control the intensifying feelings.
Song Linlin seemed not to hear her refusal. She straightened up, reaching for her waist; she remembered carrying a dagger with her. “Wait a second, let me find a knife.”
She took the dagger from its pouch, unsheathed it. Looking at the coldly gleaming blade, Song Linlin braced herself and drew a cut across her palm. After a sharp sting, crimson blood immediately welled up.
Sheathing the dagger, Song Linlin casually tossed it backward, accurately landing it on the table behind her, then leaned back down again.
Chi Qianning watched her actions the entire time. The scent of blood began to fill the air. The other’s palm was held before her; a wound could be seen inside it, the mark very shallow. This level of injury was merely a superficial wound for a Golden Core stage cultivator.
Blood drops welled up one by one, gathering together. Chi Qianning didn’t want to look, but once her eyes fell upon that scarlet color, they couldn’t look away. Finally, a drop of red liquid fell, landing on Chi Qianning’s pale, bloodless lips.
It was as if a drop of water suddenly fell onto a calm lake surface; ripples spread layer by layer, the calm finally broken.
The sweet, metallic taste seeped into her mouth. Finally, Chi Qianning pressed her lips together, licking clean the blood drop upon them. She reached out, pulled Song Linlin’s palm down, her lips touching the wound that continuously oozed blood drops, yielding to her craving for blood.
Song Linlin watched her quietly. Her palm began to feel wet, licked by something soft, bringing waves of itchiness; the wound also continued to sting.
After quite a while, Chi Qianning finally released her hand. Song Linlin looked at her own palm; it was soaking wet, and the wound had already disappeared.
She couldn’t resist mischievously rubbing her wet palm across Chi Qianning’s face. The person beneath her blinked, then got a face full of wetness.
The author has something to say:
Uhh, this shouldn’t be too perverted, right? Couldn’t control my hands, just wrote it like this.
Footnotes
- 死猪不怕开水烫 | sǐ zhū bù pà kāishuǐ tàng | Lit. “a dead pig isn’t afraid of boiling water”; An idiom meaning someone is shameless, brazen, or resigned to consequences because the worst has already happened or they don’t care anymore.
- 腌入味了 | yān rùwèi le | Lit. “marinated until the flavor soaked in”; Figuratively means to be deeply permeated or influenced by something.
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