Chapter 59: Indulging in Pleasure

A flush of embarrassment appeared on her face at the right time. She lowered her eyelids, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her cheeks.

"Father... I don't know how to thank you for allowing me to leave the quarantine zone."

"The servants said you hadn't rested yet, so I... took the liberty of bringing some wine."

She raised her eyes, her gaze moist, deliberately letting a trace of feminine, unworldly charm leak from the corners of her eyes.

"I hope I didn't disturb you."

Cain's gaze swept over her bulging skirt and fell back onto her face, which was pretending to be calm.

He didn't respond immediately, but turned and walked toward the small round table in the center of the room. On the table was an open, thick ancient book, and beside it was a glass of water.

"Put the wine on the table."

"Isn't it tiring to hold your skirt like that?"

Su Mian followed his words, carefully taking out the wine bottles from her skirt one by one and placing them on the edge of the table.

The dark velvet skirt was stained with some dust from the cellar, fluttering slightly as she moved.

She deliberately let her fingers brush against the back of Cain's hand, which was placed on the edge of the table, as if unintentionally, when she put down the last bottle of wine.

The touch was cool. Cain's fingers curled up imperceptibly, but he didn't move away.

He raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.

Su Mian's heart was beating rapidly in her chest, but she didn't retreat. Cain was deep and unpredictable, far from the gentle and harmless appearance on the surface.

Therefore, she knew clearly that Cain could understand her hints.

"Father... I heard that the Great Cathedral in the City-State has the most complete library, which might contain classics recording ancient medical skills?"

She leaned forward slightly, allowing herself to be in an angle better illuminated by the candlelight, the lines of her collarbone appearing and disappearing beneath her neckline.

"My compatriots... they can't wait anymore. I know the rules of the Church; quarantine is for the well-being of more people."

"But I just want... even if it's just letting me go in to check the information, maybe... maybe I can find a glimmer of hope?"

Her words were mixed with pleading, despair, and a tone of reliance that was deliberately softened.

Cain didn't answer her question.

He picked up a bottle of wine, looked at the label, and put it down again.

His gaze returned to Su Mian's face, a gaze that seemed to pierce through her carefully maintained fragile facade, reaching the depths.

"My dear," he spoke slowly.

"You have a contradictory temperament. I can feel that when you are with that group of people, you carry a faint disgust."

He picked up another wine bottle with dark red liquid. "Why not follow your inner thoughts and abandon them?"

He pulled out the cork, and the rich aroma of wine immediately filled the air.

He didn't look for a cup, just placed the wine bottle between the two of them.

"Do you know? In ancient admonitions, alcohol is seen as a devil's creation that leads people to fall, but it can also be used to disinfect wounds and temporarily numb pain."

He looked at her, the candlelight dancing in his dark pupils. "Why does Yifening want to drink?"

Su Mian took off the pointed hat that was in the way, leaned over, poured the water into a potted plant on the side, unscrewed the cap, and poured the dark red wine inside.

The mellow aroma and sweetness of the red wine radiated, just like the clever and agile girl in front of him.

Her answer also determined whether Cain would help her.

"Why do I want to drink..."

She repeated it lightly, as if chewing on this question.

When she raised her head again, her eyes had already changed.

No longer just the fragility with pleading, but something deeper, sharper, and more real—the nature seeping out from the cracks.

"Because I want to know," she leaned close to Cain, who was sitting on the sofa, draped her arm lightly on his shoulder, and hooked a lock of hair, placing it lightly on her lips.

As if unintentional, but carrying deliberate provocation, "Whether it is wine that makes people fall... or you."

Cain looked fixedly at her movements, following the hair in the girl's hand to her lips, his breathing quickening a bit.

"Yifening." He omitted the honorific for the first time, his voice low and hoarse.

"The thorns of a rose can decorate the path of thorns, and the song of a nightingale can cover the sound of a trap."

He picked up the red wine Su Mian had just poured, his voice becoming extremely light, as if talking to himself.

"But under God's gaze, all masks..."

"Will fall off."

He drank the sweet and astringent red wine in one gulp with his lips against the cup wall, then turned to embrace the girl who was in a high position. Like a devout believer, he sent the nectar to her mouth.

The moment the wine spread between her lips and teeth, he supported the back of her neck. Su Mian trembled lightly, her breathing becoming scorching hot in the close proximity.

She anticipated this step, but in the moment she was about to push him away, she curled her fingers slowly.

The cold and stimulating liquid slid into her throat. Su Mian heard her own swallowing sound amplified in the air. The soft touch attacked one after another. She was actually unable to refuse, letting her body sink.

The wine stains on her lips were sucked by him over and over again, lips and teeth collided, and the temperature gradually rose.

The crazy, evil, and wanton desire seduced the demon's taste buds. Su Mian lost her mind for a moment and wanted to touch Cain's face.

Her hand was grabbed in the next second.

Their breathing was disordered and intertwined. The air was silent for a moment.

Don't know how long it took before he let go of Su Mian's wrist and closed his eyes to adjust his breathing.

"Two days later, two days later you will go to the City-State Center with me, and I will give your companions an extension of three days."

Can God also have moments of losing control?

Su Mian listened to Cain's unstable breathing, and the evil factor was acting up again.

She curled her lips, picked up his tense chin, and left a kiss on his lips.

"Gratitude, my Father."

The instantly tense muscles responded to her. A flash of success passed through Su Mian's eyes.

She left the room hurriedly under the guise of sleepiness. After the goal was achieved, she could ignore everything. The pitiful priest could only digest it alone.

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The Saint Anxi Sanatorium recently spread many strange scandals, and the protagonists of the rumors were Father Cain and a little nun beside him.

Some wealthy ladies gathered together secretly during afternoon tea to discuss. Some said they saw that nun often accompanying the priest to play chess until the morning prayer bell rang before coming out.

"Not just chess. My Martha saw it with her own eyes when she came to deliver medicine yesterday: the two entered the library together, and the servant went in to clean, but the books were scattered all over the floor. Don't know what they did."

"Even more exciting is that I just saw them coming out of the underground hot spring in the garden together..."

The fingers under the silk gloves tightened slightly. There was a bit of excitement hidden in their lowered voices.

These two days, Su Mian had indeed been in the same room with Cain.

Ever since that absurd kiss fell, everything had quietly spiraled out of control.

Whenever she felt a bit bored, he would always appear at the right time, ordering people to set up a chessboard, and then teaching her the rules and moves with extreme patience.

He never deliberately conceded, quickly igniting the competitive spirit in Su Mian's bones. Even though she lost game after game, she became more courageous with each defeat.

And he just accompanied her like that, as if time had never passed. ===== CHAPTER 60 =====