Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 3

Yan Qingqiu’s face was burning with shame. Song Qingre had tried to push her away several times, but she had quickly pressed back.

Terrified that Song Qingre would successfully shove her off, Yan Qingqiu increased the pressure on her shoulders, making it look as though Song Qingre was being “forced” to accept the kiss.

Yan Qingqiu had never kissed anyone before. She had only heard others say that kissing wasn’t actually sweet—that there was no real taste in the mouth, just a sensation of heat.

However, even though they were merely pressing their lips together, Yan Qingqiu could taste a very faint, sweet flavor. The coffee Song Qingre had just finished must have had a lot of milk and sugar; it tasted creamy.

The sweetness of the milk candy blended with the scent of citrus.

Actually, high-bridged noses… are a bit difficult to kiss around. She had to tilt her head to find a better angle, making the posture even more intimate—as if she were changing positions because her tongue was tired.

Perspective of the bystanders: That is a fierce kiss.

Yan Qingqiu’s brain was mush. She didn’t want to die, but staying glued to someone’s mouth like this was too perverted. If it were her, she’d definitely slap herself to death.

What now?

Yan Qingqiu’s hand on Song Qingre’s shoulder moved upward slowly. She wanted to pinch Song Qingre’s nose, but just as her hand passed the jawline, Song Qingre struggled slightly. Yan Qingqiu’s hand ended up hooking around her neck instead.

Because they were so close, Yan Qingqiu couldn’t see the changes in Song Qingre’s expression. Out of fear, she even squeezed her eyes shut. This made it look like she was “nestling” into Song Qingre’s embrace, while Song Qingre’s hands—which were trying to push her away—looked more like they were gripping her waist.

The beauty is so good at kissing.

Some people gasped; others were filming with their phones. Fu Ye desperately wanted to go over and interrupt, but after taking a step, he silently pulled back. He was more afraid of being filmed with a crooked neck in such a scene—he would look like a pathetic joke. Fu Ye clenched his fists and slammed them onto the table.

Yan Qingqiu kept asking the system for a solution: [If I don’t kiss her until she’s breathless, do I have to keep our lips glued together forever?]

The system’s voice was the same heartless electronic tone in her head: [Please hold on. I am currently checking. This is the first time I’ve encountered this specific situation.]

A few more seconds passed, and Yan Qingqiu grew more panicked because Song Qingre had stopped struggling or reacting. The aura around her became icy.

She felt like her life was in danger—dying if she went further, dying if she pulled back. She asked again: [What happened to the people who couldn’t hold on until the level was cleared?]

Song Qingre moved, pinching Yan Qingqiu’s waist.

“Mm…” Yan Qingqiu let out a muffled groan, her breath trembling.

Song Qingre was about to struggle and push her away again.

Yan Qingqiu simply hooked her arm tighter around Song Qingre’s neck and pressed against her fiercely. Yan Qingqiu’s pulse and heartbeat were accelerating.

She asked the system: [Did they really all die? Is there no other way out?]

System: [Host, don’t be nervous. It’s just that this is the first time I’ve met someone who answered the questions so… wildly.]

[…]

Yan Qingqiu didn’t have time to ask more. She bit down hard on Song Qingre’s lip. Inside, she cursed herself.

I’m sorry, I’m a pervert. I’m sorry, I’m a sinner.

But I really, really don’t want to die.

[Hold on for a few more seconds.]

[3, 2…]

In a daze, Yan Qingqiu felt Song Qingre’s eyelashes brushing against her eyelids. She tried to open her eyes and felt a slight itch on her lips—as if she had been licked.

Yan Qingqiu’s body instinctively went limp. So soft.

The moment they separated, she fell into a state of tingling numbness. By the time she regained her senses, she had been pushed quite far away. It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of her body; she felt breathless.

Am I dying?

System: [1. Congratulations, Host, on completing this stage of the task. You currently have 24 hours of survival time.]

Before the system could finish, Yan Qingqiu’s strength gave out. The feeling of suffocation vanished instantly. She staggered back until her spine hit a decorative pillar, gasping for air. She lowered her head slightly, her smooth hair parting to reveal her neck. Soon, she felt a certain spot getting cold. She covered her neck and looked across at Song Qingre.

At this moment, a strand of hair fell across Song Qingre’s forehead, obscuring her bright left eye. Her downward gaze looked dark and sinister.

She blinked, and her gaze changed again.

Having done such a thing in public, it would look weird if Yan Qingqiu acted too cowardly. She stood up straight and tilted her chin, looking at Song Qingre with a rebellious expression.

The skin under Song Qingre’s eyes had a faint pink tint. Yan Qingqiu caught it and spoke up: “What, couldn’t handle it? Are you blushing?”

Song Qingre, staring directly at her, suddenly seemed unable to help herself. The corner of her mouth twitched into a laugh. She said, “Miss Yan… does your ‘kissing’ only consist of biting people?”

Yan Qingqiu choked, not knowing how to respond. She had never kissed anyone. She muttered, “Hmph. Actually, I know how to do other things too.”

“Oh? What else can you do?”

“I can…” Actually, I can’t do anything.

In the game, Yan Qingqiu definitely wouldn’t have felt this stifled. She would have followed her “wild” nature and pinched the other person’s chin: “Your mouth is so sweet, come with me.”

Stop it, stop it, stop thinking that!

If the game used those thoughts in some weird way, how would she survive?

“Why should I tell you what I can do?” Yan Qingqiu tried to act haughty and raised her voice. “Your mouth is quite sweet, though.”

Song Qingre’s eyes were deep. Her eyes were naturally narrow and long; when she partially closed them, her eyelids half-covered her pupils. Her sharp jawline tilted up slightly. Her velvet dress clung to her waist, and the high slit revealed fair skin. She was as cold as ice, yet didn’t lose a shred of sexiness.

She hissed softly. “But, Miss Yan, aren’t you being a bit much?”

As she spoke, she pressed the pad of her thumb against her lip, wiping along the moist lip line. Her lips were naturally thin, but after being bitten twice, they were as red as if she’d just applied crimson lip glaze. Her thumb became damp; the pressed lip looked almost ready to bleed.

Yan Qingqiu couldn’t tell if she was flirting or accusing her.

She was so overwhelmed by guilt that she didn’t dare meet her gaze, thus ignoring the sudden darkening of Song Qingre’s eyes and the way she was closing the distance between them.

Song Qingre walked up to her side, her voice low and husky: “You have to take responsibility for this.”

“Huh? What responsibility?” Yan Qingqiu looked up. She wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but Song Qingre seemed to flash a fleeting smile.

Song Qingre didn’t say more and brushed past her down the stairs.

Yan Qingqiu let out a quick breath, her cheeks burning. She caught a glimpse of herself in the glass door—except for her moist eyes, her entire face was bright red. Then she caught the shocked expressions of everyone in the shop.

She immediately stood up straight.

[…]

So awkward, so awkward.

She tilted her head. Song Qingre was getting her car keys.

Yan Qingqiu snapped back to reality and asked the system: [What do I do after 24 hours? Did I pass Task ② or not?]

System: [The current situation is that the task is completed for this stage. It counts as a bug in the rules. If you mind, we can fix it immediately.]

“No need!”

Yan Qingqiu gritted her teeth. She didn’t care about the crooked-necked male lead or the gossiping crowd anymore. She lifted her skirt, ran down the steps, and shouted at Song Qingre: “Stop right there!”

Song Qingre had just pulled out her keys. She stopped and turned to look. Yan Qingqiu hurried over.

“Hmm? What are you going to do now?” Song Qingre asked.

Yan Qingqiu felt she was being a bit much—she’d already kissed her and now she was making more demands. She spoke directly: “Your home…” She paused, choosing a smarter phrasing: “Write down every place you are going next.”

Song Qingre looked at her with a hint of confusion. “You don’t remember the way home?”

Yan Qingqiu stayed silent, afraid of saying something wrong.

But those words were quite ambiguous. The way home… is Song Qingre going to her house?

She dug deeper into her thoughts: Did I find out early that Song Qingre was returning and threaten her? Does Song Qingre actually have an unspeakable relationship with me?

When they were kissing just now, Song Qingre didn’t push her very hard, and she didn’t slap her afterward. The relationship seemed very… “ambiguous.”

Is she my secret lover?

Are we living together right now?

Oh my god, that’s too intense.

No, no, maybe we just live in the same area.

But that kiss… she really didn’t push me away.

We definitely have a thing going on.

Yan Qingqiu’s mind was in a whirlwind.

Her final conclusion: I really transmigrated into some kind of erotic game.

Song Qingre held out her hand. “Paper, pen.”

Yan Qingqiu looked at the butler. He was well-prepared; he skillfully produced a fountain pen and a tissue, handing them over respectfully. Song Qingre placed the tissue on her palm and wrote with her head slightly lowered. The butler then handed it to Yan Qingqiu.

Yan Qingqiu unfolded the crumpled tissue to see Song Qingre’s writing. It was beautiful “Slender Gold” calligraphy, possessing the same elegant temperament as the woman herself. Song Qingre turned around; this time, she was truly leaving. She got into a solid black car, closed the door, and changed into a pair of flats before driving off.

Only then did Yan Qingqiu realize she was barefoot. One of her high heels was at Fu Ye’s table; the other was lying crooked under a table.

She looked at Fu Ye. His neck was tilted, and his angry expression looked distorted.

It showed how reckless she had been and how willful her violence was.

The butler respectfully opened the car door. Yan Qingqiu sat inside and crossed her long, fair legs. The butler took a pair of shoes from the trunk, carefully wiped her feet with white gloves, and then held her foot to put the shoes on.

The café manager cautiously came out, holding Yan Qingqiu’s high heels.

Yan Qingqiu said coldly, “I don’t want them.”

“Please take them.” The manager didn’t dare keep them. He hurried over and handed them to the butler with a bow.

The butler advised calmly, “Miss, you bought these at a fashion show last month. They cost one million.”

Yan Qingqiu’s brows twitched.

“One million for the pair, global limited edition. You should keep them.” The butler put them in the trunk, got in the car, changed his gloves, and started driving.

“Fine then.” Yan Qingqiu tried to stay calm. she wanted to hide her expression—which had gone from shock over a shoe to misery—but she caught sight of Fu Ye trying to make a phone call with his crooked neck. She couldn’t help it: “Pfft!”

Fu Ye: She still dares to mock me?

The car started moving. It was quiet inside. Yan Qingqiu felt hot all over. She didn’t dare speak or ask too many questions.

She accidentally pressed a button on the armrest, and the seat slowly reclined. As expected, lying down was the most comfortable.

The butler glanced in the rearview mirror, his expression once again looking “knowing.”

Yan Qingqiu was puzzled. What is he “knowing” now?

She felt her performance of the task just now was a mess—more accurately, it was embarrassing and awkward.

But who starts a transmigration without having read the book first? Knowing all the character plots? All she had were those “fishing” questions and that indecent intro animation.

In the history of transmigration stories, she was probably the only one whose starting task was life-threatening while knowing nothing about the character backgrounds or the plot setting.

In a sense, the treatment wasn’t bad. Song Qingre’s mouth was very sweet.

“What kind of person do you think I am?” Yan Qingqiu asked, her voice deliberately cold.

The butler said seriously, “Miss is naturally gentle, cute, generous, and kind…”

“Tell the truth.” Yan Qingqiu glared. She had to figure out the situation. If this was a thriller instance and she’d just beaten the male lead, what if she died in seconds when some other trouble cropped up?

The butler hesitated, then said, “You… usually act superior, speak quite assertively, and have a rather haughty temperament… It’s not particularly bad, just a little bit bad.”

Good. If my personality is bad, I’m relieved.

Yan Qingqiu breathed a sigh of relief. This is the benefit of being a “vicious female supporting character”—you can be as unreasonable as you want. Any inconsistency is just you “causing trouble.”

Yan Qingqiu unfolded the tissue. On it was written: [No. 88 Jinnan Street]

“?”

Yan Qingqiu looked at the paper, then thought back carefully.

When she rushed out this morning, she wasn’t just panicking; she had specifically observed the environment this character lived in to judge her status and personality.

“She” was supposed to be the arrogant, bad-tempered, reckless Young Miss living at No. 88 Jinnan Street.

“It’s… exactly the same.”

Did Song Qingre write it specifically because she knew where she lived?

Just now, when she force-kissed Song Qingre, she didn’t struggle…

Could Song Qingre really be her secret lover? Did her “vicious female supporting character” use some scheme to keep the male lead’s beloved? Did she force her, and now they are secretly sleeping together?

She admitted her mind wasn’t quite right and everything she thought of was a bit “erotic.” But in reality… please no. She was afraid of being exposed.

If Song Qingre wanted to “serve” her tonight and they had to have a “deep exchange,” should she refuse or not? How annoying… her head was starting to ache.

Kissing was one thing.

But if they had to sleep together…

Yan Qingqiu remembered she wasn’t wearing clothes when she woke up this morning.

Once her thoughts went astray, they got weirder and weirder. Now her head was full of images of Song Qingre crawling onto her bed.

The car stopped. The butler opened the door. Yan Qingqiu didn’t want to get out yet because she saw another car parked near a tree.

“Why is she here?” Yan Qingqiu asked the butler in a hushed voice.

The butler didn’t reply. Song Qingre got out of the car, looked at her, and said gently, “I’ve always lived here. Right next door to you.” Then she added, “Now that I’m back, I’ll be living here permanently.”

“!”

So she’s a gentle “Big Sister Next Door”? A childhood friend?

Yan Qingqiu soon thought of something else that made her even more overwhelmed. There was a “personality preference” question earlier, and the options had parentheses. Option A was: Gentle and moving (Neighbor Big Sister [CENSORED]). She thought it was just a normal description to help a newbie understand character traits. The only extra thought she’d had was that there might be some “harem” plot. She’d had a little expectation, thinking she could handle it all, so she took A, B, C, and D.

Song Qingre’s voice was full of confusion. “Qiuqiu, we’ve been neighbors for so long. Did you forget where I lived that quickly?”

Qiuqiu?

Yan Qingqiu’s toes curled in embarrassment. She instinctively let out a “Hmph.”

“Then why did you write my house number on there?”

Song Qingre: “I thought you didn’t know your own house number.”

“I did!” Yan Qingqiu had memorized it.

That excuse was terrible. Song Qingre obviously wrote it on purpose.

Was she testing her? Or teasing her?

“Yeah, yeah, I didn’t know! I was so angry at that scumbag that I was confused.” Yan Qingqiu cleverly flipped the question: “I think you don’t know! Running out first thing in the morning to meet him. Song Qingre! Do you even know where your home is?”

“…Hmm. You just sneak-kissed me, and now you’re being so mean?” Song Qingre said. “My mouth has been hurting a little while driving.”

She pursed her lips, looking very sad.

Yan Qingqiu had no words. She felt guilty.

Talking to Song Qingre made her brain feel rusty; it wouldn’t turn, and when she forced it, it overheated. It made her cheeks feel warm.

“Fine. A kiss is just a kiss. Go inside. I won’t hold these little things against you.” Song Qingre’s voice was light and gentle. Yan Qingqiu detected a hint of “pampering” in her tone. It seemed they had a good relationship…

Then it was definitely the scumbag’s fault.

Squeezing between them and ruining the bond between good sisters.

“Oh… by the way.” Song Qingre’s voice grew even more tender, almost shifting in pitch. “Tonight, I’m going to your house to pick something up.”

Her gaze traveled from Yan Qingqiu’s neck down to her feet. Withdrawing her gaze, she pushed open her own iron gate. The gate, which hadn’t been opened for a long time, let out a sharp, piercing “creak.”

Yan Qingqiu watched her walk into the yard and saw her silhouette fade into the darkness, gradually becoming cold.

Tonight… coming to my house?

Huh?

Yan Qingqiu was a mess. [System, what exactly is my relationship with her?]

System: [I’m not sure about that either. But I can tell you that all options were generated based on what was in your mind. We did not interfere. Please continue to explore the plot! If you reach a ‘perfect’ ending, we will provide corresponding rewards!]

Yan Qingqiu: [What use are you then?]

System: [You can think about what kind of ‘Neighbor Big Sister’ you prefer. What kind of desires do you have in the depths of your mind and heart?]

Yan Qingqiu thought for a moment and said, “Could it be… a perverted one?”

The system fell silent and didn’t answer.

It was as if it was saying: So you like “Perverted Big Sisters.”

The butler pushed open her own front door and looked back. “Miss?”

Yan Qingqiu shook her head and said it was nothing.

[You have to consider the context of the scene! If you see a naked beauty, can you really control yourself? It’s not wrong to hope the other person is a bit ‘perverted’ toward you, right?]

System: [Sorry, we didn’t see any naked beauties. Host, you should focus on how to clear the level.]

How strange. The system didn’t see it?

Yan Qingqiu walked into the yard, her brain spinning. She asked herself what kind of “Neighbor Big Sister” persona she liked that would lead to “[CENSORED]” levels. Producing milk? Being slutty? Two-faced? Possessive? Or just very… intense in “that” way?

Oh god, once she started thinking, she couldn’t stop. She realized she liked everything. She couldn’t even finish the list of fantasies.

Yan Qingqiu… so you can be this ‘hot’ and ‘lewd’ internally.

You’re truly a criminal at such a young age!

What was even scarier was discovering that she knew absolutely nothing about the extent of her own perversion.

So shameless.