Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 4

8:00 PM. Night had fallen.

Yan Qingqiu had spent the entire day searching for clues at home. She didn’t just rummage blindly; she first located her phone, bank cards, and ID.

Once those three things were checked, all the necessary information was there for her to survive in this world.

Name: Yan Qingqiu

Gender: Female Alpha

Age: 24

This was an ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) game world where everyone had a secondary gender. Currently, Alphas had the strongest mental power and were dominant. Betas were average, possessing no pheromones and no ability to sense mental power.

Song Qingre was definitely an Alpha; there was no doubt about that. She carried a fragrant scent—citrus—that made one feel comfortable just smelling it.

Yan Qingqiu raised her arm to sniff herself, but she couldn’t detect much of a scent. She didn’t know what her own “flavor” was yet; she’d have to get a physical exam later to confirm.

She didn’t know the PIN for her bank cards yet and failed twice to unlock them. There was no rush; she could just report them lost and replace them later. Her phone, however, opened with a fingerprint. She went straight to the messaging apps to see how “she” spoke to others, trying to judge her social circle and her emotional ties to those around her.

The relationship between the three of them was finally clear: She and Song Qingre were neighbors; Fu Ye and Song Qingre were classmates. She was a year below them. Fu Ye had always liked Song Qingre. Song Qingre was a top student, and since high school, Fu Ye had secretly given his heart to her, sending flowers, fighting for her, and acting as her protector.

They were a “match made in heaven”—or so everyone on the internet said.

Online descriptions were very detailed. Song Qingre’s background was the standard “Female Lead” setup: a child of privilege whose parents were businesspeople, only for both to die in a plane crash. Her family fell into ruin, and she was sent to live with relatives who abused and scolded her—the classic “pitiful” female lead. Devastated, she went abroad for university. Fu Ye followed her there, but later returned to the country suddenly. Rumor had it that Song Qingre had rejected him.

As for “Yan Qingqiu,” her heart was deeply rooted in Fu Ye. She had chased him relentlessly, making all sorts of public declarations of love and trying to “heal” him with thick-skinned persistence.

Fu Ye rejected her in every possible way, giving her no face at all, yet she continued to pursue him. Everyone knew she was pathetically in love with him.

Later, for some reason, Fu Ye finally “descended from the heavens” and bowed to the little princess, and the two established a relationship.

Bowed? My foot!

“Yan Qingqiu,” how could you be so spineless!

Look at your face, look at your wealth—what kind of person couldn’t you find? If you really couldn’t get over him, you should have just paid someone to throw dog poop at him; you’d have forgotten him by the next day.

Just then, a “Ding” rang in her mind.

System: [Congratulations on unlocking the character relationships! Plot exploration has reached 30%. Please keep up the good work! Reaching 50% will earn you a reward!]

Yan Qingqiu huffed.

She felt a little proud, but she felt this wasn’t enough. She needed to know exactly what had happened between her and Song Qingre in the past.

She asked: [What are the specific rewards? Can you give me items that help me stay alive?]

System: [Rest assured, naturally there are. And of course, there will be other unexpected little props! Please continue to unlock the plot.]

Trash game.

However, Yan Qingqiu had already thought of a new method. She called the butler from her room. He answered from the first floor: “Miss, do you need something?”

“Bring up some fruit. Also, find some time to write down everything that happened between me and Song Qingre in the past—everything, in detail. I want to read it.”

The butler was silent for a few minutes before saying, “That might be impossible to finish writing. Too much has happened between the two of you. Why do you want this?”

Why do I feel like those aren’t good things?

“Let’s do this: write one ‘chapter’ every day. Give it to me as soon as you finish. I want to see the first chapter tomorrow. I’ll give you a raise,” Yan Qingqiu said seriously.

The butler nodded. “Very well.”

After hanging up, he sighed. Sigh, the Miss really knows how to keep things busy.

By now, Yan Qingqiu’s eyelids were fighting to stay open. She didn’t idle; she took a piece of paper and wrote down the character personality choices from her memory:

A) Gentle and moving (Neighbor Big Sister [CENSORED])

B) Gloomy and psychotic (One wrong move and your parents are gone)

C) Flower on a high ridge (The cold moon you can’t touch)

D) Passionate wavy-haired “Big Sister” (She has all the excitement you want)

The last two didn’t look dangerous.

Forget A for a second; looking at B made her terrified. Would the future plot involve her family being destroyed? That’s usually how the “vicious female supporting character” ends up.

That plot branch must never be triggered.

Song Qingre was clearly a very dangerous woman.

If she had some kind of relationship with her… could she, say, replace the male lead? Just kidnap the female lead and take the top spot herself?

Then the question was: could she handle the female lead?

Yan Qingqiu looked at the choices she wrote down again. ABCD…

Forget it. Yan Qingqiu tried to remember what other weird fill-in-the-blank questions she had answered, but she found she couldn’t remember. Thinking too hard gave her a headache.

Finally, the sound of a car echoed outside. It was a quiet area; you rarely saw a car all day. Hearing the sound, Yan Qingqiu guessed Song Qingre had arrived. She quickly threw the paper into the trash, afraid someone would find it. She even tore it into tiny pieces first.

The car drove past the entrance. The butler, dutifully awake, went to open the gate and invited Song Qingre in before she even got out of the car.

Song Qingre was still wearing the same outfit from earlier, standing in the courtyard like reflected moonlight on water.

During the day, Yan Qingqiu had figured it out: Song Qingre had indeed slept at the Yan house last night. She had just returned to the country and hadn’t had time to clean her own house yet, so the Yans, out of neighborly kindness, invited her to stay.

As for why Song Qingre ended up in Yan Qingqiu’s room and what happened in between—only the two of them probably knew.

Yan Qingqiu cursed the system in her heart. Everyone else doesn’t know, and YOU don’t know either!

“She was very well-behaved today, stayed home the whole time,” the butler told Song Qingre in the yard. “You should go take a look; she’s likely still awake.”

Song Qingre nodded slightly.

The butler kept putting in good words for Yan Qingqiu. “She was probably afraid you’d know she was waiting for you; she even cleaned her room inside and out.”

Soon, the courtyard gate closed automatically. The butler politely invited her upstairs. Yan Qingqiu listened to the footsteps. Step by step, Song Qingre reached the door. Yan Qingqiu quickly dove into bed, grabbed a book, and sat up, posing perfectly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds!

Wait, why hasn’t she come in?

Yan Qingqiu felt something was wrong and climbed out of bed. She looked out the window and saw Song Qingre carrying a suitcase out of the living room.

She’s not leaving, is she?

Yan Qingqiu shouted toward the ground floor: “Where are you going?”

Song Qingre turned her head toward the voice. “Going to a hotel. I’ve already found a place to stay. I won’t trouble you any longer.”

“Butler, lock her suitcase!” Yan Qingqiu barked an order. How could she let her leave? If she couldn’t find her tomorrow, her life would be forfeit.

The butler went over to assist, taking Song Qingre’s suitcase and making a polite “after you” gesture. It looked like he was about to kidnap her. “Miss Song, if you please.”

Song Qingre stood still for a few seconds before turning around. This time, she came upstairs quickly. She knocked, and since the door wasn’t fully closed, it swung open. Song Qingre looked at her and asked, “Have you been waiting for me this whole time?”

Yan Qingqiu dodged the question. “What did you come to get? Just the suitcase?”

Song Qingre glanced at her but said nothing.

Yan Qingqiu crossed her legs again. Looking at the woman’s half-smile, it was hard to fathom what she was thinking. Suddenly, she thought of that “Neighbor Big Sister [CENSORED]” again.

She felt like the other woman’s “attributes” were currently loading—she was either going to jump her or finish her off.

Song Qingre took a step forward and closed the door. The light from outside was cut off, making the room light feel even brighter and slightly piercing. She leaned against the door, her smile faint, as if asking: What do you mean by making me stay?

Yan Qingqiu was at a loss for words. She just wanted to complete her task.

“Who knows if you’re going out for a secret meeting with someone?”

This was a good question. First, it tested if they had a relationship beyond being neighbors. Second, it checked if she still planned to get back with the male lead.

If they had a relationship, she would surely explain, use sweet words to coax her, or angrily scold her…

“Qiuqiu is so concerned about me. That’s rare.” Song Qingre suddenly smiled, her tone softening. “You haven’t showered yet?”

“…”

She actually diverted the topic, and so smoothly.

“Do you want to go first, or should I?” Song Qingre asked.

Yan Qingqiu bit her lip, nervous to death. Her leg gave a tiny, accidental tremor, which Song Qingre caught. Their eyes met.

Yan Qingqiu’s heart thrashed. She felt she’d been exposed.

What was happening? It felt like a blade was hanging over her neck.

But Song Qingre simply walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

The carved mirror happened to reflect both of them. Yan Qingqiu tilted her head and saw Song Qingre staring at her from the side. After sitting for a few seconds, Song Qingre asked, “Do you want me to help you take off your shoes?”

So direct.

Yan Qingqiu’s ankles felt hot. This was different from the butler putting on her shoes earlier.

“No need.” Even her toes felt like they were burning against the floor.

Song Qingre let out a laugh. She stood up, took a wet wipe from nearby to clean her fingers, and said, “I thought you were going to make things difficult for me for a long time.”

Yan Qingqiu replied, “I’m in a bad mood. Too lazy to bother you.”

She got off the bed and stepped into her slippers. Crossing her arms, she cautiously walked toward the window. “Whatever you lost, find it quickly.”

Song Qingre sat back on the bed, her eyes fixed on her. Her fingers gripped the bedsheet tight, her expression looking as if she were saying: “I lost you.”

Yan Qingqiu felt a tingling sensation. She enjoyed the flirting, but she was also terrified.

“Stop messing with me,” Yan Qingqiu replied ambiguously. She could tell Song Qingre was intentionally being vague.

Song Qingre said, “I’ll tell you a secret. Do you want to hear it?”

Yan Qingqiu said nothing.

“The clothes you wore out today are my pajamas.”

Yan Qingqiu’s eyes slowly widened.

When she put them on, the fabric felt soft and thin, the straps were delicate, and the neckline was quite low, so she’d worn a tube top underneath… the tube top probably wasn’t Song Qingre’s; it had fit quite well. She’d tied the belt, and it had felt like a regular princess-style dress, just a bit more sexy than cute.

Yan Qingqiu was stunned. She quickly added, “Do you think I didn’t know? I wore them on purpose. I did it just to piss you both off.”

Song Qingre said, “Fu Ye hasn’t even seen me in pajamas.”

Yan Qingqiu’s toes curled against the floor. Help. Help.

Song Qingre wasn’t just “a little” dangerous; she was extremely dangerous.

Song Qingre asked, “Do you need me to help you take them off?”

“Aren’t you being too casual? Just helping people undress at the drop of a hat?”

“What can I do? I am Qiuqiu’s little slave, after all.”

“!”

Song Qingre’s voice was soft and doting, as if she were being seriously helpless, yet also as if she were joking.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she asked softly, “Or… do you need me to carry you to the bath?”

The attitude was so respectful—it felt even more dedicated than the butler’s service. Yan Qingqiu wanted to say “no” righteously, but… but…

Yan Qingqiu suddenly understood. That “[CENSORED]”… could it be that Song Qingre was her slave? A “sex slave”? Specifically meant to satisfy her?

That word looked “indecent” no matter how you sliced it.

“Do you need it?” Song Qingre asked.

Yan Qingqiu had already planned her future today. What she needed to do was: maintain her persona, increase the female lead’s favorability, and stay alive.

I’m doomed.

But I really want it.

Yan Qingqiu had quite the “lewd” heart. She arched an eyebrow and asked, “Can you even carry me?”

Yan Qingqiu felt she had no shame left.

Not only was she a pervert, but she was also lustful.

Her face was burning, but she was also a bit afraid. What if she got “killed” in the process?

Song Qingre smiled.

A strike to the head, a strike to the heart. (Meaning: might as well go for it).

Yan Qingqiu thought about it, then looked up and said, “Yes.”

“Carry me.”

Song Qingre actually froze for a second.

Perhaps she hadn’t expected Yan Qingqiu to be so brave.

Song Qingre said, “Then go lie down on the bed properly.”

Yan Qingqiu closed her eyes, looking like she was waiting to be picked up. Immediately, she smelled a strong fragrance—Song Qingre’s body scent. For some reason, her body began to heat up, especially her neck. It felt scorching.

She’d heard that Alphas were supposed to repel each other. This must be that feeling.

Yan Qingqiu couldn’t take it; it was too fragrant. She snapped her eyes open. Song Qingre was already in front of her. She shrank back cowardlily and said, “So slow. I’ll go in myself. You wait here. I’ll change and give you your clothes back. Who cares about a piece of junk clothing anyway?”

Song Qingre grabbed her hand and pressed down on her shoulder. “Since you said you wanted it, I’ll carry you over.”

“I’m a whole grown person, you—”

Song Qingre’s hand was on her waist, looking like she was about to scoop her up. She said, “I can’t help it. I’m an Alpha; I’m naturally strong.”

“!”

“So am I!”

Yan Qingqiu forcefully shook off her hand and ran into the bathroom. Inside, she gnashed her teeth in self-loathing, leaning her forehead against the wall and bumping it gently. Yan Qingqiu, you really are shameless.

She quickly changed out of the clothes and folded them carefully. She’d wash them tomorrow and give them back. Her heart was thundering. She looked at her undergarments—the bra surely wasn’t hers, right?

She’d just grabbed a set when she woke up.

Did this mean they had slept together last night?

Yan Qingqiu took a shower. Since she hadn’t brought fresh clothes in, she didn’t dare shout to the outside. Luckily, there were clean towels inside. She wrapped herself up and came out, but Song Qingre was nowhere to be seen.

Gone?

Where would I find her tomorrow?

Yan Qingqiu rushed out the door and shouted to the butler: “Where is Miss Song? Why did you let her leave? Did she say where she was going?”

The butler answered from the living room. Just then, the door next door opened. She looked over and saw Song Qingre coming out.

Her hair was pinned up, but the ends were still damp. She hadn’t waited in the bedroom; she’d gone to the guest room to shower.

Yan Qingqiu turned back to her room, her face slightly awkward. “You… you come here. Let’s sleep together.”

Yan Qingqiu got into bed first. Song Qingre glanced at her. Yan Qingqiu pointed to the empty space beside her. “Lie down!”

On my first day of transmigration, I am sleeping in the same bed as the female lead—and it’s that ‘naked’ kind of sleeping. I still don’t know what happened between us before.

She made up her mind: she would wake up in the middle of the night, be a pervert one more time, and kiss Song Qingre until she was breathless.

As she drifted in a daze, her neck became incredibly hot. It was an indescribable feeling. She couldn’t help but want to take off her clothes; it was so uncomfortable.

Yan Qingqiu let out an unconscious moan, her long legs kicking out from under the covers. She breathed with her mouth open. In the darkness, her body began to heat up and sweat. She tried to wake up, but she couldn’t escape the feverish state.

During this time, she felt a hand rest on her waist. A woman’s warm body pressed against her; even her shoulders were being rubbed.

A thumb pressed against her neck, gently kneading.

So comfortable.

But Yan Qingqiu really wanted to say that somewhere else still felt uncomfortable.

“Where?” a voice whispered into her ear, warm and heavy.

“Legs…”

It wasn’t clear enough. She was too ashamed to say it out loud, even in her subconscious.

When she woke up again, it was broad daylight. The other side of the bed was empty.

Song Qingre was gone. She was still naked, without a stitch of clothing.

Good grief.