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

Yan Qingqiu’s face burned with embarrassment. Song Qingre pushed her away several times, but each time, she quickly pressed back down.

Afraid that Song Qingre would push her away again, Yan Qingqiu used a little more strength on the shoulders she was holding down. It was absolutely a situation where Song Qingre was being forced to receive her kiss.

Yan Qingqiu had never kissed anyone before. She had only heard others say that kissing was not actually sweet, that there was no taste in the mouth at all, and the greatest sensation was only warmth.

Even though their lips were only pressed together, Yan Qingqiu could taste a very faint, very sweet flavor. The coffee Song Qingre had just drunk must have had a lot of milk candy added to it. It was milky.

The sweetness of milk candy blended with the citrus fragrance.

Actually, a high nose bridge… was not very easy to kiss. She had to tilt her head slightly, and the posture became even more intimate, as if she had grown tired from kissing and hooked her tongue to change positions.

From other people’s point of view: the kiss was so intense.

Yan Qingqiu’s brain was a bowl of paste. She did not want to die, but sticking to someone else’s mouth like this was too perverted. If it were her, she would definitely chop herself to death.

What should she do?

Yan Qingqiu’s hand, which had landed on Song Qingre’s shoulder, slowly moved upward. She wanted to pinch Song Qingre’s nose. Her hand had just passed Song Qingre’s jaw when Song Qingre happened to struggle a little, and Yan Qingqiu’s hand hooked around her neck instead.

They were too close. Yan Qingqiu could not notice the changes in Song Qingre’s expression. Because she was afraid, she even closed her eyes for a moment. This made it look as if she had “fallen asleep” in Song Qingre’s arms, while Song Qingre’s hand pushing her away looked more like it was holding her waist.

Beauties really knew how to kiss.

Some people were sighing, and some were holding up their phones to film. Fu Ye really wanted to go over and interrupt everything, but after lifting his leg, he silently pulled it back again. He was even more afraid of being filmed with a crooked neck inside this scene. Then he would stand out like a joke. Fu Ye clenched his fist and slammed it hard against the table.

Yan Qingqiu kept trying to ask the system how to solve the situation: [If I don’t kiss her until she’s breathless, do I have to keep pressing my lips against hers forever?]

The system’s voice was as electronic as ever, falling emotionlessly into her mind: [Please hold on. I am currently searching. This is also my first time encountering a situation like yours.]

A few more seconds passed, and Yan Qingqiu panicked even more, because Song Qingre stopped struggling and stopped reacting. The aura around her body turned cold.

Yan Qingqiu felt that her life was in danger. Advancing another step meant sudden death, but retreating meant losing her life. She asked again: [What happened to the people who couldn’t hold on until they cleared the stage?]

Song Qingre moved. Her fingers pinched Yan Qingqiu’s waist.

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

Song Qingre was going to struggle and push her away.

Yan Qingqiu simply hooked Song Qingre’s neck and pressed down hard on her. Yan Qingqiu’s pulse and heartbeat were both speeding up.

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

System: [Host, don’t be nervous. The main issue is that this is also my first time encountering someone who answered the questions as wildly as you did.]

[…]

Yan Qingqiu had no time to ask again. She bit Song Qingre’s lips hard, cursing herself fiercely in her heart.

Sorry, I’m a pervert. Sorry, I’m guilty.

But I really don’t want to die.

[Hold on for a few more seconds.]

[3, 2…]

In a daze, Yan Qingqiu felt Song Qingre’s lashes brush against her eyelids. She tried to open her eyes, and a faint itch came from her lips, as if Song Qingre had licked her.

Yan Qingqiu’s body instinctively lost its strength.

So soft.

The moment they separated, her whole body fell into a numb, tingling state. By the time she came back to her senses, she had already pushed herself far away. Her body seemed to have been drained of all air. It felt suffocating.

Was she going to die?

[1. Very good. Congratulations, host, for completing the mission in stages. You currently have 24 hours of survival time.]

Before the system could finish speaking, Yan Qingqiu’s strength loosened, and the suffocating feeling disappeared at the same time. She staggered backward, her back leaning against an exquisitely carved pillar as she breathed heavily. She lowered her head slightly, and her smooth hair parted on both sides, exposing her neck. Soon, she felt a certain part of her body growing cold. She raised her hand to cover her neck and looked across from her. At this moment, the hair by Song Qingre’s forehead had fallen down, just enough to cover her bright left eye. Her lowered gaze looked dark and eerie.

Then she blinked, and the look in her eyes changed again.

Doing something like this in front of everyone would seem inexplicable if Yan Qingqiu acted too cowardly. Yan Qingqiu straightened her body, raised her chin, and looked at Song Qingre with an unruly expression.

There was a faint patch of pink beneath Song Qingre’s eyes. Yan Qingqiu caught sight of it and said, “What? Couldn’t handle it? Your face is red?”

Song Qingre, who was looking straight at her, suddenly seemed unable to hold back. The corners of her lips moved, leaking a smile. She said, “Miss Yan… do you only know how to bite people when you kiss?”

Yan Qingqiu choked and did not know how to answer. She had never kissed anyone before, so she muttered, “Hmph. Actually, I know other things too.”

“Oh? What else do you know?”

“I know…” Yan Qingqiu really did not know.

If this were in the game, Yan Qingqiu definitely would not be so stifled. She would follow her nature and act recklessly, directly pinching the other person’s jaw. “Your mouth is so sweet. Be with me.”

Stop, brain. Stop, stop right now.

If this got strangely used by the game again, would she still survive?

“Why should I tell you what I know?” Yan Qingqiu tried hard to become arrogant and lifted her voice again. “Your mouth is pretty sweet.”

Song Qingre’s eyes were calm. Her eyes were long and narrow, and when she lowered them slightly, her eyelids half-covered her pupils. Her sharp jawline lifted in a small arc. The velvet dress on her body clung to her waist, and the high slit exposed fair skin. She was cold and aloof, yet did not lack that trace of sexiness.

She let out a soft hiss. “However, Miss Yan, wasn’t that a little too much?”

After saying that, she pressed the pad of her thumb against her lips and wiped along the moist lip line. Her lips were naturally thin, but after being bitten twice, they were red like freshly applied crimson lip gloss. Her fingertip became damp, and the lips she had pressed against were almost rubbed raw.

Yan Qingqiu could not tell whether she was teasing her or accusing her.

She only felt too guilty inside and did not dare meet Song Qingre’s eyes. Because of that, she missed the way the other woman’s gaze suddenly darkened, as well as the distance between them constantly shrinking.

Song Qingre walked to her side, her voice a little low and hoarse. “If you do this, you’ll have to take responsibility.”

“Huh? What responsibility?” Yan Qingqiu looked up at her. She was not sure if it was her imagination, but Song Qingre seemed to reveal a faint smile.

Song Qingre did not continue. She passed by her and went down the stairs.

Yan Qingqiu quickly took a breath. Her cheeks were still burning hot. Without warning, she saw herself reflected in the glass door. Aside from her wet eyes, there was not a single part of her entire face that was not red. Then, also without warning, she met the shocked expressions of everyone inside the shop.

She immediately straightened her body.

“…”

So embarrassing, so embarrassing.

She turned her head again. Song Qingre was taking out her car keys.

Yan Qingqiu quickly returned to her senses and asked the system: [Then what do I do after 24 hours? Did Requirement ② pass or not?]

System: [The current situation is this: the mission has only been completed in stages. It counts as a small rule bug. If you mind, we can repair it immediately.]

[No need!]

Yan Qingqiu gritted her teeth. How could she still care about the crooked-headed male lead and the onlookers inside? She directly lifted her skirt, went down the steps, chased after Song Qingre, and shouted, “Stop right there!”

Song Qingre had just taken out her car keys. Her footsteps stopped, and she turned to look at Yan Qingqiu. Yan Qingqiu lifted her skirt and hurriedly chased over.

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

Yan Qingqiu also felt that she was really going too far. She had already kissed someone, yet she still wanted to cause more trouble. She directly said, “Write down your home…” She paused for a second and changed to a smarter way of saying it. “Write down every place you’re going next.”

Song Qingre looked at her, a trace of confusion in her eyes. “You don’t remember the way home?”

Yan Qingqiu did not speak, afraid that she would ask the wrong thing.

But those words were quite ambiguous.

The way home… Song Qingre was going to her house?

She dug deeper into it. Could it be that she had found out in advance that Song Qingre was returning to the country and had threatened Song Qingre beforehand? Actually, did Song Qingre have some unclear relationship with her?

When they kissed just now, Song Qingre had not pushed her away very forcefully, nor had she slapped her afterward. Their relationship seemed rather ambiguous…

Could they be secret lovers?

Were they currently living together?

Oh my god, that was way too exciting.

No, no, maybe their places were just nearby.

But the kiss just now… she really did not push me away.

We really do have something going on.

Yan Qingqiu’s mind stormed wildly.

Final conclusion: As expected, I’ve transmigrated into some kind of erotic game.

Song Qingre reached a hand out to Yan Qingqiu. “Paper and pen.”

Yan Qingqiu looked at the butler. The butler was fully prepared. Skillfully, he took out a fountain pen and a paper napkin, respectfully handing them over. Song Qingre placed the paper in her palm and lowered her head slightly to write. Then the butler passed it to Yan Qingqiu.

Yan Qingqiu unfolded the crumpled paper napkin and looked at Song Qingre’s handwriting. It was very beautiful slender-gold script, with the same temperament as Song Qingre herself. After Song Qingre finished writing, she turned around. This time, she really was leaving. She got into an all-black car, closed the door, and even changed into a pair of flat shoes before driving.

Only then did Yan Qingqiu realize that she was barefoot. One of her high heels had fallen where Fu Ye had been sitting, while the other lay crooked under the table.

Looking at Fu Ye again, his neck was crooked, and his angry expression made him look very distorted.

It could be seen just how unrestrained and unruly she had been at the time, and just how spoiled and willful she had been when hitting someone.

The butler respectfully opened the car door for her. Yan Qingqiu directly sat in the car. She crossed her fair, long legs. The butler took a pair of shoes from the trunk, put on white gloves, carefully wiped her feet, then supported her foot and helped her put them on.

The café manager came out cautiously and carefully, holding Yan Qingqiu’s high heels in his hand. Yan Qingqiu said coldly, “I don’t want them anymore.”

“You should still take them.” The manager did not dare keep them. He hurriedly brought them over, lowered his head, bent at the waist, and handed them to the butler. The butler calmly advised, “Miss, these are the shoes you bought at the runway show last month. One million.”

Yan Qingqiu frowned.

“One million for a single shoe. A globally limited edition. It is better to keep them.” The butler helped put them into the trunk. When he got into the car, he changed into another pair of gloves before driving.

“Fine.” Yan Qingqiu tried hard to remain calm. She originally wanted to settle the expression on her face, which had gone from shock over one shoe to inner conflict, then from conflict to almost wanting to cry. But unexpectedly, she saw Fu Ye making a phone call with his neck crooked and could not hold back. “Pfft.”

Fu Ye: She still dares to mock me?

The car started moving. The interior was quiet. Yan Qingqiu’s entire body was burning hot.

Yan Qingqiu did not dare speak, nor did she dare ask too much.

She did not know what button she pressed with the hand resting on the back-seat armrest, but the chair slowly reclined. As expected, lying down was the most comfortable position for a person.

The butler glanced at the rearview mirror, and his expression became very understanding again.

Yan Qingqiu was deeply puzzled. What did he understand now?

Yan Qingqiu felt that the mission she had just completed had been very sloppy. To describe it more accurately, it had been humiliating. So embarrassing.

But who started out like her when transmigrating? Other people had read the novel and knew the plot of every character. She only had some baiting questions. At the beginning, the game had deliberately used improper animation to mislead her.

Looking at all transmigration dramas as a whole, she was probably the only person whose starting mission could cost her life, and who knew nothing about the character background, plot, or character settings.

In a certain sense, her treatment was not bad. Song Qingre’s mouth was very sweet.

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

The butler said seriously, “Miss is naturally gentle, adorable, generous, considerate…”

“Tell the truth.” Yan Qingqiu glared at him. Right now, she had to figure out the situation. What if this was a horror instance? She had just beaten the male lead. If other problems came up afterward, would she instantly die?

The butler brewed his words for a moment and said, “You, Miss… usually stand high above others. When you speak, you are rather self-righteous. Your personality is somewhat arrogant… It is not especially bad. Just a tiny bit bad.”

Good. As long as her personality was bad, she could relax.

Yan Qingqiu let out a breath. This was the good thing about being a vicious supporting female character. She could make unreasonable trouble however she wanted. Anything that did not make sense was simply her causing trouble.

Yan Qingqiu unfolded the napkin. Written on it was:

[No. 88, Jinnan Street]

“?”

Yan Qingqiu looked at the paper again, then carefully recalled.

When she rushed out in the morning, she had not merely panicked. She had deliberately examined the environment this character lived in, trying to judge the other party’s identity and personality.

“She” should be an arrogant, bad-tempered, reckless young lady living at No. 88, Jinnan Street.

“It’s actually… exactly the same.”

Song Qingre knew where she lived and deliberately wrote it down?

When she had forcefully kissed Song Qingre earlier, Song Qingre had not struggled either…

Could Song Qingre really be her secret lover? Did this vicious supporting female character use some scheme to keep the male lead’s beloved by her side? Did she force the other person, and the two of them sneakily fool around and sleep together?

She admitted that her brain was not very normal, and that whatever she thought about tended to become rather obscene. But in reality, better not. She was afraid of exposing herself…

If, at night, Song Qingre wanted to serve her, and the two of them wanted to have an in-depth exchange, should she refuse or not refuse… So annoying. Her head was getting big.

Kissing was still easy enough to handle.

But if they had to sleep together…

Yan Qingqiu suddenly remembered waking up that morning without clothes on.

Once her thoughts went off-track, the more she thought, the more abnormal everything seemed.

Now, her mind was full of images of Song Qingre climbing onto her bed.

The car stopped. The butler came directly over and opened the car door. Yan Qingqiu still did not want to get out, because she saw another car parked beside the tree.

“Why is she here?” Yan Qingqiu lowered her voice and asked the butler.

The butler did not reply. Song Qingre got out of the car and glanced at her, saying gently, “I’ve always lived here before, right next door to you.” After saying that, she added, “This time after coming back, I’ll keep living here too.”

“!”

So she was the gentle girl-next-door older sister? So they were childhood friends.

Yan Qingqiu quickly thought of another matter, which made her even more overwhelmed. There had previously been a question asking her to choose a favorite “character setting.” The options had parentheses after them, and written above was A. Gentle and moving, the girl-next-door older sister **. She had thought it was just normal usage, describing the character’s personality to help beginners understand better, giving her a simple example. The only extra turn her brain had taken was that she thought there might be some NP plot. She had been a little excited and felt she could handle it all, so she had wanted all of A, B, C, and D.

Song Qingre’s voice sounded puzzled. “Qiuqiu, we’ve been neighbors for so long. Did you forget where I live so quickly?”

Qiuqiu?

Yan Qingqiu’s toes curled against the ground.

She instinctively let out a hum.

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

Song Qingre said, “You looked like you didn’t know your own house number.”

“I know!” Yan Qingqiu memorized it carefully.

This excuse was too awful. Song Qingre had clearly written it on purpose.

Was she testing whether Yan Qingqiu knew? Or was she teasing her?

“That’s right, that’s right. I just didn’t know. I was so angry at that scumbag that I became muddleheaded.” Yan Qingqiu deliberately turned the topic back. Cleverly, she countered, “I think you’re the one who doesn’t know. Instead of staying at home early in the morning, you ran out to meet him. Song Qingre! Do you still know where your home is?”

“…Mm. You secretly kissed me just now, and now you’re being this fierce?” Song Qingre said. “When I was driving just now, my mouth hurt a little the whole time.”

She pursed her lips, her expression looking very hurt.

Yan Qingqiu had no words to answer. She felt guilty.

When speaking with Song Qingre, her brain was like it had rusted. It could not turn. Then, when she forced it to turn, it directly overheated and crashed, making even her cheeks feel a little hot.

“All right. You kissed me, so you kissed me. Hurry and go inside. I won’t fuss with you over these small things.” Song Qingre’s tone was light and very gentle. Yan Qingqiu could taste a hint of indulgence in it. It seemed the two of them had a pretty good relationship…

Then it must be the scumbag man’s fault.

He had forced himself between them and ruined the friendship between good sisters.

“Mm… right.” Song Qingre’s tone grew even gentler, so gentle it was a little altered. She said, “Tonight, I’ll go to your house to get something.”

Her gaze swept from Yan Qingqiu’s neck down to her feet. After withdrawing her gaze, she pushed open the iron gate. The iron gate, which had not been opened in a long time, made a creaking sound, the pitch rising until it became piercing.

Yan Qingqiu watched her walk into the courtyard. She also saw Song Qingre’s outline vanish into the darkness, gradually turning cold and gloomy.

Tonight, she’s coming to my house?

Huh?

Yan Qingqiu was thrown into chaos. [System, what exactly is my relationship with her?]

System: [I’m not clear on that either. However, I can tell you that all the options were generated according to what you were thinking in your mind. We did not interfere. Please continue exploring the plot. If you reach a perfect result, we will give you the corresponding reward!]

Yan Qingqiu: [What use are you, then?]

System: [You can first think about what kind of girl-next-door older sister you like. Deep in your heart, in your brain, what kind of desires do you have?]

Yan Qingqiu thought about it and said, “Could it be perverted?”

The system went silent and did not answer her.

This seemed to be saying: So you like perverted older sisters.

After the butler opened their own front gate, he also turned his head to look at her. “Miss?”

Yan Qingqiu shook her head and said it was nothing.

[You have to connect it to the scene at the time. If you saw a completely bare beauty, would you still be able to control yourself? Thinking that the other person could be a little perverted toward you is not exactly inappropriate, right?]

System: [Sorry, but we did not see a completely bare beauty. Host, you should still think about how to clear the game.]

How strange. The system did not see it?

Yan Qingqiu walked into the courtyard, her mind spinning quickly. She asked herself honestly what kind of “gentle girl-next-door older sister” character setting she liked that could reach the level of those censored words. Produces what kind of milk? Flirty? Black-bellied? Possessive? Or maybe very intense in that kind of aspect?

Oh my god. Once she thought about it, it was terrible. She realized she liked everything. She could not even finish thinking of them all. Yan Qingqiu, so it turned out you could be this heated and this dirty-minded.

At such a young age, you really are criminal!

Even more frightening was discovering that she knew nothing about just how perverted she herself was.

She was too shameless.

Author’s Note:

Qiuqiu = a potential stock. I won’t hide it from you all, I am too.

I really want to let you all guess what it is, but I’m also afraid that once you start guessing in the comment section, you’ll be even more perverted than Qiuqiu, and others will think I’m writing some strange plot. Hahahaha.