Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 23.1

At this moment, every tile and every drop of water in the bathroom displayed the awkward atmosphere. Song Qingre felt as if Yan Qingqiu had said something, yet also as if she had not.

“Mm?” She raised her brow lightly.

Yan Qingqiu pointed at the bottle on the floor. She even shook her finger hard. “I said, pick it up and scrub me with it. Scrub it all over my body. If you don’t cover every inch, you’ll kneel for me today.”

Song Qingre was very surprised. This little red person in front of her actually still had the courage to say something like this.

“Pick it up. Don’t forget, you still owe me money!” Although Yan Qingqiu’s whole body was trembling, after being suppressed for so long, she finally felt that she had stood up again.

Song Qingre walked over, bent down, and picked it up. Her fingers held the little bottle giving off a citrus fragrance.

“Stand there and don’t move!”

Yan Qingqiu ordered.

“All right.” Song Qingre did not move. “And then?”

Yan Qingqiu also did not know what to do. Song Qingre watched her at a loss, and her cheeks almost could not hold back. She turned her head and smiled, yet it was as if she were saying, “Do whatever you want. I won’t look.”

Yan Qingqiu looked at the bathtub, then looked outside the door, and directly sat back into the bathtub. The water on her body was warm, and sitting in it really was comfortable.

“I order you not to peek.”

“Mm.” Song Qingre obediently did not look. She turned sideways with her back to her, moving to the side and pressing her arm against the clothes rack nearby.

Yan Qingqiu looked at her for a few seconds, lowered her head, cupped water, and madly washed her face. Embarrassing, so embarrassing. There were many ways for a person to die in this life, but she only had two: dying of awkwardness.

In the future, when someone passed by her tombstone, they would definitely see this epitaph written on it: If she was not on the way to awkwardness, she was on the road to dying of awkwardness. At last, she became the first person to die of awkwardness.

Embarrassing. Truly embarrassing.

After losing all face, she leaned back. The showerhead above the bathtub was running hot water, and the maid had thoughtfully placed many rose petals inside.

It was just that the thoughtfulness had gone too far. They had actually put citrus essential oil there.

Yan Qingqiu slipped off her wet clothes and placed them on the floor. When she raised her head to look at Song Qingre again, Song Qingre was not peeking at her.

It was her first time soaking in a bathtub while sharing a room with someone else.

She was sincerely embarrassed.

But the bathtub was too comfortable, and she narrowed her eyes to enjoy it.

However long she soaked, Song Qingre stood for just as long. She ordered Song Qingre again, “Go out and bring my clothes in.”

Song Qingre nodded. Yan Qingqiu rushed to say first, “No peeking.”

“I won’t look at you.”

Song Qingre asked, “What are you wearing? You can’t wear too much for an essential oil massage.”

Did she have to add that last sentence? How mortifying!

“I know. Bring me my tube top and shorts.”

Yan Qingqiu waited for her to go out, then got up from the bathtub and wrapped herself in a bath towel. When Song Qingre brought the clothes in, Yan Qingqiu said, “Seeing a beauty like me bathe, you must be especially excited.”

Then she cut in before Song Qingre could speak. “Vulgar!”

After saying that, she put on her clothes and circled around Song Qingre into the bedroom. Song Qingre did not leave and went directly into Yan Qingqiu’s bathroom. She said, “I don’t know why, but when you scold me, I get even more excited.”

“…”

So angry.

Yan Qingqiu did not continue the verbal battle with her. She came out and lay on the bed. She had no intention of dodging this. Today, she would properly enjoy the massage.

She had almost forgotten. Song Qingre still had not paid back her money. She would see whether the upgraded version of her massage was comfortable and how much money could be deducted.

Very soon, Song Qingre came out wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair wet. She looked a little sexy as she walked over step by step.

Yan Qingqiu stuffed the small notebook and fountain pen in her hands under the pillow. She wore white shorts and a delicate tube top, her body lightly pressed against the bed. Her forehead rested on her folded arms, her body smooth and fine like jade.

Outside the window, the rain slapped against the glass with crackling sounds. Outside had gone completely dark. After waiting for a long time without seeing Song Qingre move, Yan Qingqiu said, “What are you standing there for? Massage me…”

“Qiuqiu is so fierce. I’m a little scared,” Song Qingre said.

“Hurry up.” Yan Qingqiu’s tone was forceful. “Don’t call me Qiuqiu. Make it a little more exciting.”

The moment Song Qingre softened by one point, Yan Qingqiu immediately threw caution to the wind. She ordered, “Sit on your knees. You’re not allowed to lie down. Massage me properly.”

“All right, Master,” Song Qingre answered, obedient like her maid. Yan Qingqiu was so stimulated that goosebumps rose over her skin. She was too obedient.

Song Qingre was her little slave.

Yan Qingqiu waited and waited, but Song Qingre did not come. She turned her head unhappily. Just then, Song Qingre began to move. The liquid in the bottle fell downward in a thin stream, landing on Yan Qingqiu’s fair, narrow waist.

“Don’t move around.” Long, slender fingers pressed against the bottle opening and tapped.

One drop, two drops. The cold droplets landed on her waist.

Song Qingre’s fingers smelled fragrant and became oily. She poured a few more drops of essential oil, then curled her fingers and lightly scraped the oil, spreading it over Yan Qingqiu’s whole body.

It was so fragrant she could die.

The atmosphere was too quiet. Yan Qingqiu bit her lip. “Say something. What’s the point of a massage this dull… Mm, I’m not saying your fingers are dull.”

“Oh, I understand.” Song Qingre said, “It feels like you’re very tense at home.”

Yan Qingqiu’s body was indeed extremely tense. She relaxed, softening as she breathed. Then Song Qingre said again, “I mean when you interact with the servants at home.”

“It’s fine.” Naturally, Yan Qingqiu could not admit it. But Song Qingre had only just returned, so she definitely did not know how “she” had gotten along with the servants before. She said, “It was the same at home before.”

“Always out of place?” Song Qingre’s tone was calm, yet it pierced Yan Qingqiu’s heart. Her eyes were too sharp.

Yan Qingqiu felt as if every cell on her back had grown a mouth. In an incomprehensible way, they opened and swallowed the essential oil. Because they swallowed too urgently, they even nibbled at the long finger on her waist.

Every inch of contact seemed to become teasing.

Yan Qingqiu was afraid and craving at the same time. She hoped Song Qingre would slow down so she could enjoy it more, yet also hoped Song Qingre would go faster and give her release.

She nearly wanted to shout: Ruin me, ruin you.

The longer Song Qingre rubbed, the more afraid Yan Qingqiu became. Because she could not see Song Qingre’s expression, her brain began replaying things. Song Qingre was witty and elegant, yet completely mysterious. She made people fear her. Approaching her was like dealing with a demon.

The demon gently spread essential oil on her with her fingers. But when one woke up and turned back, one would discover that her skeletal fingers could poke her to death at any moment.

“Mm…”

She had been pinched. Comfortable.

The massage was so comfortable.

Yan Qingqiu could not describe the feeling. It was as if her spine had been struck by electricity, making her feel numb with pleasure.

“Sorry. I touched your tailbone.”

Yan Qingqiu took a deep breath. Her fingers grabbed at the sheets. She could not hold back. She launched a sneak attack and immediately turned her head to look at Song Qingre. Song Qingre’s gaze was on her back. Her pinned-up hair had already fallen loose by a few strands and clung to her cheek.

She raised her eyes to look at Yan Qingqiu. “Mm?”

Her thin lips were pressed together, and her fingers circled over Yan Qingqiu’s body.

“Master, are you dissatisfied?”

Too satisfied, all right? Do not doubt yourself.

Under the light, Miss Song was a captured servant, obeying every order and serving this cruel ruler. Yan Qingqiu’s entire back had already become wet, moist, and slippery. If one pinched her skin, water could come out.

Song Qingre began pinching her legs. Yan Qingqiu trembled and tensed her body.

“Relax,” Song Qingre said.

“Mm, mm, mm…” Yan Qingqiu also felt embarrassed. It was as if she had been massaged into feeling something, but it was very comfortable. The massage greatly relieved the painful pressure of her body’s feverish heat.

“Act-actually… the essential oil is, is pretty fragrant. It feels, feels quite useful too. Why can’t our family’s product sales keep up?” Yan Qingqiu randomly looked for something to say, but she also genuinely did not understand.

At first, Song Qingre did not speak, and Yan Qingqiu did not mind.

Later, when Song Qingre kneaded her calf, she said seriously, “Although Uncle actively innovates, he is too stubborn. He puts innovation into the product, but the customers using the product are still the same group of people. Do you think those customers can understand what difference these things make?”

As far as Yan Qingqiu was concerned, she herself did not understand. She bought whatever the salespeople hyped up.

“If they truly want change, they should first work on the surface and redesign the packaging, catering to public preferences. But Uncle’s stubbornness lies here too. He changes the contents, yet refuses to change the image they have always had. He believes that image is the face of his family’s brand.”

Yan Qingqiu understood. “Then aren’t there many disadvantages? In the future, no one will buy the high-priced products either?”

“There will be some, but not many. Because the product image is there, some people will still buy it. But it has departed from its essence. People will feel that an affordable brand has become a luxury product. It may lose even more of its original base.”

Yan Qingqiu was surprised hearing her say this. Song Qingre sounded too much like a businessperson. These were not things an artist could say.

“If you want to help Uncle, you can tell him these things.”

Yan Qingqiu’s lips moved slightly. She did not quite dare. She was so weak at this and knew nothing about business. She asked, “Why don’t you tell him?”

“Uncle is very stubborn. He has been a capitalist for so long. If I, a little artist, talk to him about business warfare, do you think he’ll listen?” Song Qingre used a bit more strength. Yan Qingqiu inhaled deeply. She had pressed it, pressed it. Comfortable. She narrowed her eyes, wanting to say that if even Song Qingre could not do it, then she definitely might not succeed either.

“Qiuqiu is so clever. You should know how to persuade Uncle, right?” Song Qingre said, her voice gentle like temptation.

Yan Qingqiu narrowed her eyes. The sheets were grabbed into more wrinkles. It was impossible to tell whether her mouth had gone soft or was still stubborn. She gave a soft “mm.”

By the time Song Qingre finished rubbing, Yan Qingqiu’s entire body was soaked through with essential oil. If one bit her, she would be like a ripe, thin-skinned orange, fresh and juicy, sweet and sour on the tip of the tongue.

Song Qingre curved her lips and looked at Yan Qingqiu’s embarrassed appearance, about to say something, when the door was knocked. The butler called for Song Qingre from outside.

Song Qingre took a thin blanket and covered Yan Qingqiu, then turned to open the door. She held the door handle. Yan Qingqiu lifted her head again and said, “Don’t think this means you’re free. Tomorrow, remember to come serve me on time again.”

Song Qingre hummed. She turned her head to look at her and did not hurry to leave. From the wardrobe, she found a nightdress for Yan Qingqiu. “Wear this when you sleep.”

Yan Qingqiu lay on the bed, especially relaxed. The entire small bottle of essential oil had been used up. She understood the ABO world’s marking a little now.

Song Qingre came out and closed the door tightly. The butler said worriedly, “How is she? Sir is rather worried and afraid she’ll get feverish tonight.”

“The essential oil worked quite effectively. After massaging her, she felt much more comfortable. She’s probably asleep by now.”

The butler said, “Sorry to trouble you. Thank you for your hard work.”

Song Qingre smiled. “It’s no trouble.”

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Yan Qingqiu slept beautifully for the whole night. Her whole body felt comfortable. One word: “Refreshing.”

The first thing she did after waking up was change her social media username. This username was not something she had deliberately set. When she transmigrated, it was already like this.

At first, she had thought she had created that name while playing the game, and that when she entered the game, others would have to call her by it too, making her toes dig into the floor for a long time.

Later, she felt it was a coincidence. The original “her” had also used this username. Afraid of making people suspicious, she had not changed it.

Now, as she changed it, she thought: Could it be because she had chosen this username that it affected some messy magnetic field and caused her to transmigrate into this game?

When Yan Qingqiu submitted the change, she was quite afraid, worried that changing her name would whoosh and send her back. But when this thought appeared, Yan Qingqiu was shocked. I actually like this place so much that I don’t want to go back? Truly unexpected.

She first changed it to “Yan Qingqiu.” She did not transmigrate back. Then she changed it to “Love Purple Dream Butterfly Tears · Qiu.” Still, she did not go back. In the end, she changed it to “Qiuer.”

Finally, it looked a little like a normal person.

Yan Qingqiu looked around and also wanted to change her profile picture. Her avatar was too early-era. It looked very much like the beautiful yet chuunibyou kind from student days, carrying the sadness of “only I alone in the world am sorrowful.”

Thank you, sister had already grown up.

Immediately become mature.

She changed it to Ultraman wearing red underpants, firing a beam. Inspirational and full of light. At one glance, it was the profile picture a promising youth of the times would use.

After changing it, she got out of bed and changed clothes.

Within just five minutes, she received more than ten messages.

Su Xingjie: [Qiuqiu, what did you do to yourself? Was your account hacked?]

Butler: [Sent you a docx document, then withdrew it, and sent a “?”]

Yan Qingqiu calmly sat up and replied one by one: [It’s fine. I just wanted to change my avatar and change my mindset. Rebirth.]

Although everyone did not understand, they did not ask further.

Because she had run around yesterday, she had not had time to read the update. It just so happened two chapters had piled up. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, cleaned herself up neatly, and got back onto the bed.

She also casually tugged the thin blanket over herself, afraid some nonsense would disturb her while she read the novel.

After finishing all preparations, she clicked it open.

[Recently, Sir has returned. Seeing Miss’s timid and cautious appearance always reminds me of when she made mistakes and got beaten in the past. I can no longer remember whether it was during their first or second year of high school. I only remember that Miss Song was going to attend a summer camp, and Miss clamored that she wanted to go with her. Sir was afraid she would affect Miss Song and strictly forbade her from running around.

But in the early morning, she still secretly crawled into the trunk and set off with the car. If not for the security check on the road, she might have suffocated inside.

I heard that when she was found, hot sweat was pouring from her body, her face was pale, and she could not breathe properly. Everyone in the household was badly frightened by her.

I do not know how she spent those few days. On the day she came back, Sir stood by the door with a stick, wanting to hit her. She jumped around everywhere. The servants at home did not dare stop him, and I did not dare speak either. Only Miss Song rushed over and hugged her.

Miss Song lied to Sir, saying she was the one who had taken her there. Only, Sir could not pull back the force of the stick in time, and it still struck Miss Song’s shoulder.

Miss, who had always had a stubborn mouth, cried and admitted her mistake in a hurry. “Don’t hit her, don’t hit her. Dad, I was wrong. I secretly ran there by myself.”

“You hit her until it hurts!”

Sir was so angry he still wanted to hit her.

Miss Song tightly protected her behind herself.

Sir had hit the wrong person and was in the wrong, so he no longer said anything.

After the two entered high school, they began sleeping in separate rooms. Miss apologized with her mouth, but at night, she still burrowed into Miss Song’s room, lying beside the bed and saying sorry to her.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Miss Song said.

Miss had a wild personality. It was always Miss Song who cleaned up her messes for her. For example, after summer camp ended, Miss had not finished her summer homework, and the papers were piled up like a mountain. Miss Song stayed up late with her to write them, and the two were so sleepy their heads knocked against the desk.

Miss always said confidently, “If you kiss me once, won’t I remember it and stop making mistakes?”

Miss Song was clumsy with words and did not know how to refute her.

She always bought candy for Miss. Even when Miss ate so much that her teeth hurt and she rolled around at home, Miss could still say confidently, “If you kiss me once, I won’t eat candy anymore.”

They always passed time like this. Miss Song would always be teased by her until she was dizzy and confused. Miss enjoyed days like this, and every day, she would come up with many new tricks.

One day, I saw a torn envelope beneath Miss’s pillow. It was pink, full of flowing affection and extreme ambiguity, packed densely with over a thousand words. I have now forgotten the exact contents. But it should have been a love letter someone wrote to Miss Song that Miss intercepted.

Then another day, I found a letter beneath Miss’s pillow. Miss, who wrote the letter, was like a literary master. She wrote: “During the day, I read from a book: ‘The wind and rain are dark as night, yet the rooster crows without end. Having seen the gentleman, how could I not rejoice?’ But the sky did not rain, and I could not sit or stand at ease. Then I thought of the line you told me to read that day: ‘At dawn I look at the sky, at dusk I look at the clouds. Walking, I think of you; sitting, I think of you.’ Missing you is longing, hating you is also longing. The green plums beneath the window ripen day by day. You are downstairs painting, yet I still miss you to death. Do you understand? May I be like the stars and you like the moon, night after night our flowing light shining together.”

Because I saw these for two days in a row, on the third day, I went to look again as usual. It had changed into “I’m not good at math, but I can say 520. I’m good at Chinese…”

This letter was too plain and not elegant, so I did not memorize it carefully and do not remember it deeply.

Every letter was signed with “Qiu.” Every letter had a stamp properly pasted on it. I do not know which letter entered the mailbox, nor which one received a response.

I think this was why she charged into the trunk without hesitation, following Miss Song’s departure without fearing life or death. She was afraid that the summer green plums would be secretly picked by someone else.]