Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Linda then realized that the lingering smell of that yellowish-brown sweat still lingered on her body.

Although most of them had been blown away by that gentle breeze,

But a faint smell could still be detected in the enclosed space of the shower room.

She smiled shyly.

I started to clean myself thoroughly.

She felt like she was shedding her skin.

A layer of old life was washed away.

It reveals a brand new, vibrant new life beneath.

This feeling surprised and delighted her.

After taking a shower, Linda calmed down.

She stood in front of the shower mirror, wiping away the steam with a towel, and looked at herself in the mirror.

She had seen that face for twenty-seven years, but now it felt somewhat unfamiliar.

Her skin was firm and smooth, her eyes were bright and expressive, and she radiated a glow she had never possessed before.

She felt her body refreshed, and an unprecedented vitality surged within her.

Linda is 100% certain that she has recovered and is back to normal.

Linda was now certain of what Eileen had said.

Lin Feng is the embodiment of God.

This approach has gone beyond the scope of medicine, and even beyond the boundaries of human cognition.

She recalled the anatomy and pathology she had learned in law school, and how Parkinson's disease was irreversible.

But just now, that man overturned all of that with a snap of his fingers.

Suddenly, Linda remembered her father and hurriedly said:

"Eileen, could I ask Mr. Lin for help with my father?"

"Should we get him treated? He also has Parkinson's, and his condition is getting worse."

Eileen shrugged, her expression showing a hint of helplessness:

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."

After all, you no longer have any leverage to sway him.

If you really want Lin to help, then you'll have to rely on yourself.

"Rely on myself? I don't know how to cure diseases," Linda asked doubtfully.

Eileen looked at her like she was an idiot.

His eyes held a hint of disappointment and frustration.

Where has Linda's usual extreme composure gone?

When you're with Lin later,

Perform better, show all your enthusiasm.

If you make Lin happy, everything will be fine.

Linda suddenly realized.

She finally understood what Eileen meant.

I also realized my current position.

She is no longer the high and mighty Chief Justice.

No longer the arbiter whose word carries absolute weight in the courtroom.

In Lin Feng's presence, she was merely someone who needed protection and favors.

Her only bargaining chip was herself.

"Okay, I understand."

I will definitely do my best.

He can do whatever he wants.

Linda's tone was firm, as if she were making an important decision.

"You can't just do whatever Lin tells you to do."

It's about what you do proactively, understand?

"There's a difference between the two," Eileen corrected her, her tone serious.

Linda was silent for a moment, then nodded.

She got it.

Passively receiving and actively giving are two different things.

The former is a transaction, the latter is submission.

In this man's world, submission is more valuable than a transaction.

After washing up, Linda had just taken off her bath towel.

But Eileen blocked him.

"The most beautiful sight is the water droplets rolling and sliding down the skin."

Linda nodded, took a deep breath, and put the towel down.

Eileen smiled, then pulled Linda along as they turned and walked towards the shower room door.

When the two women came out, Lin Feng was sitting on the sofa playing on his phone.

Looking at the two pairs of upside-down white porcelain bowls.

They vie to outshine each other.

It's especially interesting that Linda is a judge.

Suddenly, Lin Feng remembered a news article he had seen before.

The story of a hospital director and three female lawyers in a certain city.

One of them, feeling neglected and denied food, flipped the table in anger.

I wonder if Linda used her power to hire several female lawyers?

Lin Feng: "Come here."

Linda nodded and walked towards Lin Feng with an expectant look on her face.

There was no more hesitation than before.

Now, not only do they not complain, but they are willing to do it.

Then Lin Feng smiled and said:

"You guys give a performance first. I'd like to see what your daily life is like."

"Understood, Mr. Lin."

That evening, Lin Feng glanced at the two women.

Then he opened the door and went out.

I must say, this official girlfriend is definitely different.

That's what makes it feel ceremonial.

Moreover, given Linda's status,

Chief Justice of the Manhattan Court of Appeals, appointed by the Governor.

A person of high status.

It's rather interesting to see a woman like that kneeling in front of Lin Feng.

The next day, Eileen and Linda woke up.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

Eileen opened her eyes first.

Every muscle in my body is sore.

She tried to turn over, and the pain in her lower back made her gasp.

Linda woke up later than her.

The first thing I did upon opening my eyes was try to sit up.

But as soon as she moved, she screamed in pain.

My whole body aches.

Even walking is a problem.

Her legs felt like they were filled with lead.

It felt like my bones had been removed, leaving me weak and sore.

It reminded her of what had happened last night.

She managed to sit up, supporting herself on the edge of the bed.

With both feet on the carpet,

I tried to stand up as usual, but my knees buckled and I almost fell to the ground.

Eileen reached out to support her, and the two of them supported each other like that.

Like two wounded soldiers who had just been withdrawn from the battlefield.

Linda said to Eileen:

Why didn't you let me beg Lin last night?

Her voice was a little hoarse.

Her voice hasn't recovered yet because of last night's shouting.

Eileen said, "Lin was having a great time at the time. If you disturbed him,..."

If I displease him, wouldn't I miss an opportunity?

She rubbed her lower back as she spoke.