Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 12

How could a woman ever say she can’t do it?

Yan Qingqiu held the measuring tape against her, feeling incredibly nervous.

“How much?” Song Qingre asked her.

Yan Qingqiu said, “Can’t you look for yourself?”

“Mm, I’m a bit blind. Could you please read it out for me?”

The two of them were leaning extremely close to each other. Any minor movement would cause a rustling friction between them. The fragrance floated and grew stronger by the second. Song Qingre rested her hand on Yan Qingqiu’s shoulder, asking with perplexity:

“Why are you sweating so much? Are you scared?”

“I… I’m just hot.” Yan Qingqiu’s fingers were trembling as she tried to read the numbers on the tape. “It’s $81text{C}$ point… no, $123$…” She needed to count the lines further back. “Don’t move.”

“Alright.” Song Qingre stayed still.

The moment she finished measuring, Yan Qingqiu quickly blurted out the numbers. She hurried to say, “I—I told you so. You can’t even compare to an Omega like this, so…” She instantly tried to yank the measuring tape away, but Song Qingre was faster than her. Song Qingre grabbed her hand and cut her off: “You’re so bad.”

What did I even do?

Yan Qingqiu glared at her.

“You clearly knew that measuring this way wouldn’t be accurate, yet you still did it. Honestly.” Song Qingre let out a soft sigh. “Your friend is an art director for a clothing brand, so the two of you must have done plenty of measurements before. You still deliberately tricked me like this. Is it because you want to do it again next time?”

“The numbers are all right here, what nonsense are you talking about.” Yan Qingqiu furrowed her brows. “What do you take me for? I’ve never asked her to measure me.”

Is this really not how you measure a bust? Maybe I should look it up later.

Help, help.

“Hiss…”

Yan Qingqiu lifted her eyes.

Song Qingre’s gaze cast slightly downward. “You brushed against me.”

Yan Qingqiu felt like she was going insane.

Call out the numbers, then calculate it myself.

Yan Qingqiu swiftly yanked the tape back, clenching her fists as her mouth remained stubbornly unyielding. “Even though the numbers are perfect, they aren’t within my ideal parameters.”

“Alright then.”

Song Qingre turned her body sideways, resting her forehead against the leather seat as her gaze landed on Yan Qingqiu. Yan Qingqiu suddenly remembered Su Xingjie’s words.

“When she looks at me, she looks at my face. When she looks at you, she looks at your chest.”

Unable to bear it any longer, Yan Qingqiu shifted her gaze away. Song Qingre started the car and began to drive methodically, merging into the traffic flow within a few minutes.

They hit quite a few red lights along the way, so the drive couldn’t be considered very smooth. Every time they came to a stop, Song Qingre would let out a soft sigh. Her breathing wasn’t heavy, but it sounded deeply suppressed.

This continued until they arrived at the gates of the estate.

The butler stood straight at the entrance to welcome them, bending down to open the car door for Yan Qingqiu. “Miss, dinner has been prepared.”

Yan Qingqiu felt a surge of irritation just looking at him now and completely ignored him. He had actually listened straight to Song Qingre’s words without even calling her to verify.

The butler felt rather melancholy. He had only been worried that something might happen since Yan Qingqiu kept staying at hotels instead of coming home. Most importantly, he wanted them to make up!

The two women entered the house one after the other. Song Qingre said, “Thank you, Uncle Dong, but I don’t have much of an appetite right now. You guys go ahead and eat.”

The butler said, “You’ve been busy all day, you should still eat a little something.”

Song Qingre shook her head and walked upstairs. Yan Qingqiu, on the other hand, was quite hungry. She had been on her feet all day at the art exhibition, only padding her stomach with some bread alongside Su Xingjie at noon. She washed her hands and sat at the table to eat, but her eyes couldn’t help but constantly drift toward the second floor.

“Bring some food up to her in a bit,” Yan Qingqiu instructed quietly. “Don’t say I sent it. If you screw this up, it’ll be ten updates a day.”

The butler shuddered. He nodded, carried the tray upstairs, and knocked on the door. Song Qingre opened the door, glanced at the food, and called down to the ground floor: “Thank you, Qiuqiu.”

Yan Qingqiu choked on her food.

The butler tilted his head slightly, indicating that he hadn’t said a single word.

After finishing her meal, Yan Qingqiu returned to her room. She tossed and turned on her bed. First, her body felt incredibly uncomfortable, making her want to rub her legs together. Second, she couldn’t stop thinking about Song Qingre’s expression.

Just as she was agonizing over whether she should fire off a text message.

Song Qingre’s text suddenly flashed on her screen.

Song Qingre: [I feel quite shut down by your words.]

Those few words filled Yan Qingqiu with a heavy wave of guilt.

In all honesty, Song Qingre was truly flawless.

Shaming a woman’s body was absolutely detestable!

The next day, Yan Qingqiu had no intention of going to the exhibition. She planned to take advantage of the time Song Qingre was out busy to catch up on the sleep she had lost during the night.

As she walked downstairs, she heard the butler say, “Miss Song went into her room yesterday and hasn’t come out since. Could something have happened?”

Song Qingre didn’t step out of her room the entire day. Every time the butler stood in the living room, he would look up at the stairs and let out a long sigh. Yan Qingqiu finally couldn’t restrain herself anymore and snapped, “Have you written today’s update yet? Why are you still standing there sighing!”

If it weren’t for the fact that Song Qingre had eaten a little bit of the food, Yan Qingqiu would have suspected she was going on a hunger strike.

Was the blow to her ego really that severe?

Yan Qingqiu also grew deeply anxious. Around midday, she washed up and tried to sleep. She was wearing very little, and she felt truly miserable. Rolling back and forth, she let the cool breeze blow over her, yet she still felt the urge to strip her clothes off. She desperately needed to ask a doctor how to alleviate this condition and exactly when her differentiation would occur.

Just as she was sending a message, the door swung open. She turned her head to look—

Song Qingre was wearing nothing but a sheer, gauzy nightgown. The light from outside fell softly across her figure, casting a pearlescent, rosy glow over her fair skin. Her face carried a trace of melancholy.

Yan Qingqiu’s brain instantly flashed back to that questionnaire prompt: You are about to differentiate into an SSS-rank Omega. At this moment, your White Moonlight is lying on your bed.

Question: Choose A or B?

Yan Qingqiu’s entire body went into a fight-or-flight response. She let out a loud shout, her finger trembling as she pointed at her, “What are you doing? Who allowed you to come in here?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a day and two nights, and I feel like I’m far too inadequate.” Song Qingre’s tone sounded utterly dejected. She said, “I am an artist. I’m sorry, but I cannot accept imperfection within myself.”

With that, she fished out a measuring tape, snapping it taut with her fingers. The movement looked exactly like someone flexing a small leather riding crop. She walked toward the edge of the bed. “Come, let’s keep measuring until you like it, until you are satisfied. I’m wearing very little today, so it should be far more accurate.”

Don’t, save me.

Yan Qingqiu came just a hair’s breadth away from screaming it out loud.

“Don’t be afraid. We’re just checking the measurements.”

An image instantly materialized in Yan Qingqiu’s mind: two women kneeling opposite each other on a bed, their slender fingers gripping either end of a tape measure. Their necks were entwined as they drew close, the cool tape resting against each other’s fair, fragrant bodies.

Entangling, wrapping, binding the two of them tightly together.

I’m doomed. My body is getting even hotter.

As Song Qingre drew within a few steps of her, Yan Qingqiu shouted loudly:

“Wait a minute! You’re an artist, not a model!”

“Hmm?”

“Listen to me. In truth, I am very satisfied. Exceptionally satisfied.”

“You’re lying. Yesterday you said I wasn’t large enough, that I wasn’t voluptuous enough.” Song Qingre took another step closer and sat on the edge of the bed, the sheer fabric sliding off her shoulder.

Yan Qingqiu hadn’t said that at all!

She threw her hands up, frantically covering her own eyes. “I was just afraid you’d get conceited! I did it on purpose!”

“Then do you like it?”

“I like it. I like it very much.”

“Then why are you acting like this…” Her gaze practically asked: Are you scared?

Yan Qingqiu’s feverish mind instantly snapped awake. “How could I be? Those were all praises straight from the bottom of my heart.”

“Lust is lust, and cowardice is cowardice. You can’t conflate the two.”

“You are absolutely perfect. You’re the most perfect Alpha I’ve ever seen besides myself. You can’t disparage yourself just because of a few words. You yourself are a piece of art.”

Song Qingre listened quietly, the gloomy look in her eyes dissolving into a clear clarity. A smile touched her features, along with an indescribable hint of surprise. She kept her eyes fixed on her. Yan Qingqiu assumed she was going to say thank you and began to feel a bit self-conscious.

Instead, she murmured, “Hearing you praise me like this moves me so much. I can barely control myself around you anymore. No, I must do something.”

“…”

Please don’t!

Song Qingre closed the distance inch by inch, while Yan Qingqiu backed away frantically, her face turning riper by the second. If she retreated any further, she would fall right off the bed. Song Qingre sat on the edge of the mattress. With only a distance of two arms’ lengths between them, Song Qingre took in the sight of her flushed, pinkish state and said, “Has your heat cycle arrived? You look like you’re about to burn to death.”

“Let me help you.”