Foolishly Flirting with the White Moonlight Leads to Being Marked - Chapter 9

Yan Qingqiu’s face was very red. How was she supposed to reply to that message?

She just could not understand it. As the female lead, the officially appointed white moonlight, cold and aloof and impossible to bend, why had Song Qingre become so, so…

Was there some kind of misunderstanding?

Then she thought of the question from back then again: the older-sister lover **.

That ** was really something.

After sending that message, Song Qingre did not reply again. Yan Qingqiu stared at her phone. The screen was about to go dark, so she lightly tapped her thumb against it, the light illuminating the side of her face. She tossed and turned, then raised the phone again to look.

Song Qingre still had not replied. That final message sat there, making it seem as if Yan Qingqiu really liked outdoor play, and also as if Song Qingre had completely taken hold of her.

After looking at it again and again, Yan Qingqiu simply pretended she had not seen it. She lay on the bed. Just one glance made her feel uncomfortable. This had completely gone against her original plan.

At first, she had wanted to raise Song Qingre’s favorability. Now, in Song Qingre’s heart, she was probably already a perverted maniac.

“Ai, what am I even trying to get?”

Later, when Song Qingre sent her more messages, Yan Qingqiu firmly decided to only read them and not reply.

Song Qingre: [I suddenly feel like my endurance is really strong. Qiuqiu, thank you. I feel like I’m no longer the old me. I’ve started facing my own heart.]

Yan Qingqiu coldly replied: [We’re both Alphas.]

The implication: their sexual orientations were unsuitable, and they would not be happy in bed.

Song Qingre: [You don’t have to pity me just because I’m an Alpha.]

Every day, Song Qingre sent her pictures of outdoor scenery. She did not say it outright, only asked whether they looked nice. She looked exactly like someone urging an online romance to meet in real life, impatiently wanting to see whether the person behind the phone was human or ghost.

Likewise, every time Yan Qingqiu replied, she wanted to slap herself. Afterward, she really stopped replying and continued hiding, hiding far away.

During this time, she almost ran into Song Qingre once. Song Qingre was eating at the hotel restaurant, while Yan Qingqiu had gone to the hospital for a follow-up examination. The moment she stepped out and caught sight of Song Qingre, the next second, she grabbed her ID card and ran extremely fast. If she had not been unable to stand the smell of hospital disinfectant, she would have almost directly opened a hospital bed and stayed there for a few days.

These days were truly boring, so she took out the butler’s updates to read:

[The moonlight was sparse and miserable. The stars rose and fell, then sank again.

As usual, Miss Song came every evening to teach Miss her homework. Recently, Sir instructed me to take better care of them and preferably have a doctor visit every day. Without realizing it, the two of them had already turned eighteen and reached the days of differentiation.

These days, the two of them also became very mysterious. Not only were they often nowhere to be seen, they also liked hiding in dark places, as if that way, no one else would be able to notice them. That day was rather special. Miss Song’s face was especially red, and the ponytail she always tied up had been let down, covering her shoulders. Miss was not as tall as Miss Song. She stood on tiptoe and reached out to cover Miss Song’s neck. The two of them jogged from the garden up to the second floor.

I went upstairs to deliver fruit, and then I saw a scene I would never forget.

Miss kept the promise between them. She did not secretly kiss Miss Song’s lips. She only bent down and pressed her lips against Miss Song’s neck to kiss it.

It turned out Miss Song had already started differentiating. She was kissing Miss Song’s gland.

Miss Song rested her head sideways on the desk, her eyes open. She was facing the door, and at the same time, she was conscious. But her eyes only moved slightly. Her fine lashes covered the skin beneath her eyes. Even though she sensed my presence, she still closed her eyes and pretended not to know.

Miss’s fingers covered the back of her hand, her fingertips sliding into the gaps between Miss Song’s fingers. She held Miss Song’s gland in her mouth, and also held Miss Song’s hand. Their ten fingers intertwined tighter and tighter.

The two of them were like white swans crossing necks, grooming each other’s white feathers at the age when love first awakened.

Miss lay there for a very long time. Miss Song’s lips parted slightly. Miss leaned close to her ear, then moved forward, her red lips landing on Miss Song’s flushed cheek.

“Jiejie, I didn’t kiss your mouth.”

Miss Song’s eyes blinked faintly. The candlelight brightly illuminated half the desk.

Miss said, “Did you taste my flavor? It’s sweet. Today, I used strawberry-flavored lip balm…”

“Mm… sweet.”

After that, I turned around. I knew I could not watch anymore.

Because at that moment, Miss Song wanted to kiss Miss’s lips.]

Yan Qingqiu read the contents on the paper over and over. Was the butler really describing things according to reality? Why did she feel like his writing had been polished? It was too sweet, too full of the feeling of young girls first awakening to love…

Damn it. It made her little face flush red.

Following this development, Miss Yan and Miss Song should have been a pair. Why did Miss Yan fall in love with that scumbag Fu Ye halfway through?

Did the power of the plot tear them apart? This was really unacceptable.

Give me a happy ending!

·

On Saturday, the butler came to the hotel to deliver clothes to her.

As she changed, she struggled over whether or not going to Song Qingre’s art exhibition today was any of her business. Her goal was simply to survive and go home early.

Right now, the farther she stayed from Song Qingre, the better. Once she survived the mission, she could leave.

After getting into the car, she reached out to the butler. The butler accompanied her to the art exhibition and sat diagonally across from her. Looking troubled, he said, “There are some things I really can’t remember. I haven’t written much these past two days.”

Yan Qingqiu frowned, looking rather unhappy. The butler pulled out a piece of paper and said, “Truly, Miss, there isn’t a drop left.”

Yan Qingqiu took it. Meeting the butler’s eyes, she felt too embarrassed to read it directly, so she folded it and put it into her bag. Then she said seriously, “You’re not allowed to stop updating next time. Otherwise, I’ll deduct your salary.” After saying that, she looked at the scenery outside the window. She really wanted to ask the butler why two people who had been so good together had fallen apart.

When they arrived, Yan Qingqiu did not get out of the car.

What if getting out immediately triggered a plot point?

Yan Qingqiu: [System, nothing will happen today, right?]

The system was indifferent: [Mm-hm?]

Yan Qingqiu asked the butler again, “Can we go through the back door?”

The butler said, “But you’re dressed with such world-shaking beauty today. Is it appropriate to go through the back door?”

Yan Qingqiu gritted her teeth. The butler asked again, “Are you hiding from Miss Song? To be honest, seeing you ignore her like this reminds me of another small matter.”

“…Get out of the car!”

The butler immediately got out to open the door for her. His attitude was respectful and polite, making bystanders very curious about the person inside the car. After receiving the order from inside, he pulled open the car door. The person inside wore a princess dress with pearl-chain shoulder straps. The orange fabric carried an iridescent shimmer all over. Most importantly, she had golden hair. The gold hair set off her snow-white skin, almond-shaped eyes, and peach-pink cheeks, making her look like an exquisite little princess who had stepped out of an oil painting.

Even the butler felt proud while opening the door for Yan Qingqiu.

Yan Qingqiu lifted her head and immediately saw Song Qingre from afar. Song Qingre stood at the entrance, wearing a black dress, her hair elegantly pinned up. Beside her stood someone in a suit and leather shoes. The two were talking and had not noticed this side.

Yan Qingqiu planned to blend in with the people in front and slip inside without greeting Song Qingre. She had only walked halfway, with only about a hundred meters between her and Song Qingre, when suddenly, someone behind her called her full name.

“Yan Qingqiu!”

Yan Qingqiu bit her lip. No matter who it was, she pretended she had not heard and kept walking with her head lowered.

“Qiu-bao, I already saw you!” The person behind her shouted while panting.

Yan Qingqiu’s body heated up. She almost wanted to fight someone. Did this person have any sense? Couldn’t they see that she wanted to keep a low profile?

But she knew very well who was calling her. It was “her” good friend—Su Xingjie.

Su Xingjie had not seen her for some time. She had sent several messages on WeChat, but Yan Qingqiu had never replied. She was quite worried and had specifically come to look for her today. After calling several times without a response, she lifted her skirt and ran toward her.

Yan Qingqiu thought about it. She might as well go find Su Xingjie and stay with her. With someone else present, Song Qingre should behave politely and would not dare do anything to her.

Su Xingjie was still shouting, “Qiu-bao, why do you keep hiding from me?”

Who is your baby? Because Yan Qingqiu was so focused on the person behind her, she did not watch the road either. By accident, she bumped into something very soft. Just as she was about to say sorry, her wrist was grabbed. The warmth was familiar, and what she smelled was a clean, sweet citrus fragrance.

Yan Qingqiu lifted her head. It had been a long time since her nose had smelled the scent of pheromones. Now, her body’s reaction was especially intense. In an instant, her waist collapsed downward. She could not stand steadily and fell into Song Qingre’s arms again.

After all, she was a living person, and Yan Qingqiu’s body weight was not light. Song Qingre’s high heels shifted backward. She blinked. “Qiuqiu, why are you…”

Yan Qingqiu felt like she wanted to say “throwing yourself into my trap,” but Song Qingre phrased it very elegantly instead. “Why are you so careless? Qiu-bao.”

Her ears heated up. It was over, it was over. Her legs were about to go weak too.

Yan Qingqiu tried hard to stand upright. The harder she tried, the softer and more unstable her body became. She bumped into Song Qingre several times in a row, and Song Qingre reached out to protect her waist. Yan Qingqiu was so embarrassed she wanted to die. Looking at Song Qingre again, her heart felt especially guilty, her face was especially red, but her mouth was especially stubborn.

“It wasn’t carelessness. It’s because a fierce Alpha likes throwing herself into people’s arms.”

Author’s Note:

Song Qingre: Oh? A fierce Alpha? Then please sleep with me head-on.

Hahahaha, I just love this kind of soft little thing whose whole body is so soft she can’t take it, but whose mouth is the stubbornest.