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

How could a woman say she was incapable?

Yan Qingqiu held the measuring tape against Song Qingre, feeling extremely uneasy.

“How much?” Song Qingre asked her.

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

“Mm, my eyes are rather poor. Please read it out for me.”

The two of them were extremely close. The slightest movement would create the sound of friction. The fragrance floating around them grew stronger and stronger. Song Qingre placed her hand on Yan Qingqiu’s shoulder and asked in confusion.

“Why are you sweating? Are you scared?”

“I… I’m hot.” Yan Qingqiu’s fingers trembled. She read the numbers on it. “Eighty-one C point… no, not one, two, three…” She needed to count the numbers behind it. “Don’t move.”

“All right.” Song Qingre did not move.

The moment Yan Qingqiu finished measuring, she immediately reported the number. She hurriedly said, “I—I told you. Like this, you’re still not as good as an Omega, so…” She instantly pulled away, trying to withdraw the soft measuring tape, but Song Qingre was faster than her. Song Qingre grabbed her hand and interrupted her. “You’re so bad.”

What did I do?

Yan Qingqiu glared at her.

“You clearly know it won’t be accurate if you measure like this, yet you still measured this way. Really.” Song Qingre sighed softly. “Your friend is a fashion design director. You two must have measured plenty of times. Yet you still deliberately tricked me like this. Do you want to do it again next time?”

“The measurements are right here. What nonsense are you saying?” Yan Qingqiu frowned. “What kind of person do you take me for? I’ve never asked her to measure me.”

Wasn’t this how bust measurements were taken? Should she search it up?

Fatal. Fatal.

“Hiss…”

Yan Qingqiu raised her eyes.

Song Qingre’s gaze lowered slightly. “You touched me.”

Yan Qingqiu felt like she was going crazy.

Just report the number and calculate it herself.

Yan Qingqiu quickly pulled back the tape and clenched her fist tightly, still stubborn. “Although the measurements are perfect, they’re not within my ideal range.”

“All right.”

Song Qingre turned sideways, her forehead leaning against the sofa. Her gaze landed on Yan Qingqiu, and Yan Qingqiu thought of Su Xingjie’s words.

“She looks at my face. She looks at your chest.”

Yan Qingqiu could not stand it and looked over again. Song Qingre started the car and drove seriously. A few minutes later, the car entered traffic.

They encountered quite a few red lights along the way, so the trip could not be considered smooth. Every time the car stopped, Song Qingre would sigh softly. Her breathing was not heavy, but it sounded very restrained.

They finally arrived at the front gate of the house.

The butler stood straight at the entrance to welcome them. He bent down and opened the car door for Yan Qingqiu. “Miss, dinner has already been prepared.”

Yan Qingqiu was angry just looking at him now and ignored him completely. He had actually listened directly to Song Qingre’s words and did not know to call her and report back.

The butler felt melancholy. He had only been worried because Yan Qingqiu kept refusing to come home and stayed at a hotel instead. Most importantly, he had wanted the two of them to reconcile!

The two entered the house one after the other. Song Qingre said, “Thank you, Uncle Dong. I don’t have much appetite right now. You all eat.”

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

Song Qingre shook her head and went upstairs. Yan Qingqiu, however, was quite hungry. She had watched the exhibition all day and had only eaten a little bread with Su Xingjie at noon to fill her stomach. She washed her hands and sat at the table to eat, but her gaze could not help drifting upstairs again and again.

“Send some food up later,” Yan Qingqiu instructed softly. “Don’t say I sent it. If you mess this up, ten updates a day.”

The butler trembled. He nodded, carried the food upstairs, and knocked on the door. Song Qingre opened the door and glanced at the food, then called downstairs, “Thank you, Qiuqiu.”

Yan Qingqiu choked.

The butler tilted his head slightly, indicating that he had said nothing.

After eating, Yan Qingqiu returned to her room and lay on the bed, tossing and turning. First, her body felt uncomfortable, and she wanted to rub her legs together. Second, she kept thinking about Song Qingre’s expression.

She was struggling over whether to send some kind of message.

Suddenly, Song Qingre’s message came in.

[I was hit hard by you.]

Those few words made Yan Qingqiu feel deeply guilty.

Actually, Song Qingre really was already perfect.

Looking down on a woman’s figure was extremely hateful!

The next day, Yan Qingqiu did not plan to go to the exhibition. She thought that while Song Qingre was busy, she could sleep a little more at home during the day since she had not slept well at night.

When she went downstairs, she heard the butler say, “Miss Song went in yesterday and still hasn’t come out. Could something have happened?”

That entire day, Song Qingre did not leave her room. Every time the butler stood in the living room, he raised his head and sighed. Yan Qingqiu really could not endure it anymore and snapped, “Have you written your update yet? Why are you still standing there sighing!”

If Song Qingre had not eaten a little, Yan Qingqiu would have suspected she was on a hunger strike.

Was the blow really that serious?

Yan Qingqiu also became worried. At noon, she washed up and went to sleep. She wore very little. She really felt uncomfortable, rolling around on the bed and letting the cold air blow over her. She wanted to take off her clothes again. She had to ask the doctor how to relieve this condition and how long it would take before her differentiation period arrived.

Just as she was sending a message, the door opened. She turned her head and looked.

Song Qingre was wearing only a thin, gauze-like nightgown. Moonlight fell lightly over her body, giving her a pearl-white, faintly pink softness. Her expression carried a slight melancholy.

Yan Qingqiu’s mind immediately recalled that question:

You are about to differentiate into an SSS-level Omega. At this moment, your white moonlight is lying on your bed.

Question: Choose A or B?

Yan Qingqiu’s whole body went into stress mode. She shouted loudly, her fingers trembling as she pointed at Song Qingre. “What are you doing? Who let you come in?”

“I thought about it for a whole day and two nights and felt that I’m too unqualified.” Song Qingre’s tone was dispirited. “I’m an artist. I’m sorry, but I can’t accept imperfection in myself.”

As she spoke, she took out a soft measuring tape. Her fingers pinched one end and pulled it hard. The movement looked as if she were holding a small whip. She walked toward the bed. “Come. Keep measuring. Measure until you like it, until you’re satisfied. I’m wearing less today, so it should be more accurate.”

No. Help.

Yan Qingqiu almost shouted it out.

“Don’t be afraid. We’re just measuring.”

An image instantly appeared in Yan Qingqiu’s mind: two women kneeling opposite each other on the bed, slender fingers holding the two ends of the measuring tape. Their necks crossed as they leaned close together, the cool tape landing on each other’s fair, fragrant bodies.

Entwining, entwining, wrapping the two of them together.

It was over. Her body was even hotter now.

When Song Qingre was only a few steps away, Yan Qingqiu shouted loudly:

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

“Mm?”

“Listen to me. Actually, I’m very satisfied. Extremely satisfied.”

“You’re lying, right? Yesterday, you said I wasn’t big enough, not full enough.” Song Qingre took another step closer and sat at the edge of the bed. The thin gauze slipped from her shoulder.

Yan Qingqiu had never said that at all!

She lifted her hands in a panic to cover her own eyes. “I was afraid you’d become arrogant. 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…” That look seemed to be saying, Are you scared?

Yan Qingqiu’s burning mind instantly sobered. “How could I be? Those were all words of praise from the bottom of my heart.”

“Lust is lust, and cowardice is cowardice. They can’t be confused.”

“You are extremely perfect. You are the most perfect Alpha I have ever seen apart from myself. You can’t look down on yourself just because of other people’s words. You yourself are art.”

Song Qingre listened quietly. Her dim eyes became clear, and with her smile came an indescribable surprise. She kept looking at Yan Qingqiu. Yan Qingqiu thought she would say thank you and was already feeling a little embarrassed.

But instead, Song Qingre said, “With you praising me like this, I’m too moved. I’m almost unable to restrain myself toward you. No, I must do something.”

“…”

Don’t!

Song Qingre approached step by step. Yan Qingqiu kept retreating, her face growing redder and redder. If she moved back a little more, she would fall off the bed. Song Qingre sat at the edge of the bed. There was a distance of two arm-lengths between them. Song Qingre took in Yan Qingqiu’s flushed, burning appearance and said, “Has your heat period arrived? You look like you’re about to burn to death.”

“Let me help you.”

Author’s Note:

Help. Just a little help. Otherwise, Little Qiu will burn to death.