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

Yan Qingqiu’s face burned hot. She had no idea how to reply to that message.

She was genuinely bewildered. As the female lead and the officially designated “White Moonlight,” shouldn’t Song Qingre be cold, elegant, and unyielding? Why had she become so… so…

Could there be some kind of misunderstanding here?

She thought back to the character questionnaire from the beginning, specifically the option: Neighbor Big Sister [CENSORED]

That “[CENSORED]” was truly terrifying.

Song Qingre didn’t text her again after sending that last message. Yan Qingqiu stared at her phone until the screen began to dim, tapping it gently with her thumb to keep it lit. The glow illuminated her profile. She tossed and turned, lifting the phone back up to look at it again.

Song Qingre remained silent. That final text just sat there. It made it look like Yan Qingqiu actually did prefer doing it in the wild, and it made it feel like Song Qingre had her completely wrapped around her finger.

After staring at it for a while, Yan Qingqiu decided to simply pretend she hadn’t seen it. She lay in bed, feeling miserable just glancing at the screen. This was completely counter to her original plan.

Initially, she just wanted to raise Song Qingre’s favorability rating. Now, in Song Qingre’s eyes, she was probably an absolute pervert.

“Sigh, what am I even doing this for?”

Later, whenever Song Qingre sent her a text, Yan Qingqiu steeled her heart and chose to read it without replying.

Song Qingre: [I suddenly realize my capacity for acceptance is incredibly strong. Qiuqiu, thank you. I feel like I’m not the person I used to be. I’ve finally started to face my own heart.]

Yan Qingqiu replied coldly: [We are both Alphas.]

The subtext: Our sexual orientations don’t align; it won’t be fun in bed.

Song Qingre: [You don’t need to hold back or pity me just because you think I’m an Alpha.]

Every day, Song Qingre would send her photos of outdoor landscapes. She wouldn’t state her intentions explicitly; she would just ask if they looked pretty. It was exactly like someone pushing an online match to meet up in person, eager to find out if the person behind the screen was a human or a ghost.

Every single time she had replied in the past, Yan Qingqiu now wanted to slap herself. Eventually, she completely stopped replying, continuing to hide and keep her distance.

She almost ran into Song Qingre once during this period. Song Qingre was dining at the hotel restaurant while Yan Qingqiu was at the hospital for a follow-up check. The moment she stepped out and spotted Song Qingre, she clutched her ID card and ran like the wind. If she hadn’t been unable to stand the smell of hospital disinfectant, she might have just checked herself into a hospital bed for a few days to hide.

Bored out of her mind over the past few days, she pulled out the latest update from the butler to read:

[The moonlight was sparse and dreary; the stars rose and fell in turn.

As always, Miss Song came over every dusk to help Miss with her homework. Recently, the Master instructed me to pay extra attention to them, preferably having a doctor check on them daily. Without realizing it, they have already reached the age of eighteen—the time for differentiation.

Over the past few days, the two of them have become very mysterious. Not only are they rarely seen, but they also love to sneak into dark, secluded corners, as if doing so would prevent anyone from noticing them. That day was rather special; Miss Song’s face was exceptionally flushed, and she had let down her usually tied-up ponytail to drape over her shoulders. Miss was not as tall as Miss Song, so she stood on her tiptoes, reaching out to cover Miss Song’s neck as the two of them ran from the garden up to the second floor.

I went upstairs to deliver some fruit and witnessed an unforgettable scene.

Miss had kept their promise; she did not sneak a kiss on Miss Song’s lips. Instead, she merely leaned down, pressing her lips against Miss Song’s neck to kiss her.

It turned out Miss Song had already begun her differentiation; Miss was kissing Miss Song’s glands.

Miss Song lay sideways against the desk, her eyes open. She was facing the door and was entirely conscious, but her eyes fluttered slightly, her long lashes masking the skin beneath. Even though she noticed my presence, she kept her eyes closed, pretending to know nothing.

Miss’s fingers covered the back of her hand, her fingertips sliding into the gaps between Miss Song’s fingers. She took Miss Song’s glands into her mouth while pinning Miss Song’s hand down, their fingers intertwining tighter and tighter.

The two of them resembled a pair of white swans with entwined necks, grooming each other’s pristine feathers at an age when love was first blooming.

Miss remained leaning over her for a long time. Miss Song’s lips parted slightly, and Miss leaned closer to her ear, her red lips brushing against a flushed cheek.

“Sister, I didn’t kiss your mouth.”

Miss Song’s eyelashes blinked gently as the bright candlelight illuminated half of the desk.

Miss said, “Can you taste my flavor? It’s sweet. I put on strawberry lip balm today…”

“Mmh… it’s sweet.”

After that, I turned around, knowing I shouldn’t look any further.

Because at that very moment, Miss Song had wanted to kiss Miss on the lips.]

Yan Qingqiu read the contents of the page over and over. Did the butler really write this based on reality? Why did she feel like the prose had been heavily romanticized? It was written with such a sweet, youthful sense of first love…

Damn. It made her small face turn beet red just reading it.

If things had developed like this, Miss Yan and Miss Song should have been a couple. Why did Miss Yan fall in love with that scumbag Fu Ye halfway through?

Did the force of the plot tear them apart? She really couldn’t accept this.

Give me a Happy Ending!

Saturday. The butler came to the hotel to deliver her clothes.

While changing, she agonized over whether she should attend Song Qingre’s art exhibition today. Whether it succeeded or failed wasn’t her business; her only goal was to stay alive and go home early.

Right now, the further away she stayed from Song Qingre, the better. She would leave the moment she cleared the tasks.

Getting into the car, she held out her hand to the butler. He sat diagonally across from her on the way to the exhibition, looking conflicted. “There are some things I genuinely can’t remember. I haven’t written much over the past couple of days.”

Yan Qingqiu knit her brows, looking rather displeased. The butler pulled out a single sheet of paper and said, “Truly, Miss. I’ve squeezed out every last drop of memory.”

Yan Qingqiu snatched it over. Meeting the butler’s gaze, she felt a bit self-conscious reading it directly in front of him, so she folded it and tucked it into her bag. She said seriously, “You’re not allowed to skip updates next time, or I’ll dock your pay.”

With that, she stared at the scenery outside the window, desperately wanting to ask the butler why such a perfect pair had broken up.

When they arrived at the venue, Yan Qingqiu didn’t get out of the car immediately.

What if she stepped out and instantly triggered a plot point?

Yan Qingqiu asked in her mind: [System, nothing bad is going to happen today, right?]

The system replied indifferently: [Uh-huh?]

Yan Qingqiu turned to ask the butler, “Can we slip in through the back door?”

The butler replied, “But you are dressed with such breathtaking beauty today. Is it really appropriate to slip through the back door?”

Yan Qingqiu gritted her teeth. The butler added, “Are you avoiding Miss Song? To be honest, seeing you ignore her like this reminds me of another minor incident.”

“…Get out and open the door!”

The butler immediately stepped out to open the car door. His manner was exceptionally respectful and polite, making onlookers highly curious about the person inside the vehicle. Following her command, he pulled the door wide open.

The person inside wore a princess dress with pearl chains for shoulder straps. The entire gown radiated a shifting laser-orange glow under the light. Most importantly, her hair was gold—the golden locks perfectly complementing her snow-white skin, almond eyes, and peach-pink cheeks. She looked like an exquisite little princess who had stepped straight out of an oil painting.

Opening the door for Yan Qingqiu, the butler felt a surge of pride.

Yan Qingqiu looked up and spotted Song Qingre from a distance. Song Qingre was standing by the entrance, wearing a black dress with her hair pinned up elegantly. A man in a sharp suit stood beside her, and the two were talking, completely oblivious to her arrival.

Yan Qingqiu planned to blend in with the crowd ahead and slip inside without greeting Song Qingre. She had only made it halfway, about a hundred meters from Song Qingre, when someone suddenly shouted her full name from behind.

“Yan Qingqiu!”

Yan Qingqiu bit her lip. No matter who it was, she pretended not to hear, lowering her head and continuing to walk forward.

“Qiu-bao, I already see you!” The person behind her called out, completely out of breath.

Yan Qingqiu’s body flushed hot, and she felt like picking a fight. Do you have zero situational awareness? Can’t you see I’m trying to keep a low profile?

But she knew exactly who was calling her. It was “her” best friend—Su Xingjie.

Su Xingjie hadn’t seen her in a while. She had messaged her a few times on WeChat, but Yan Qingqiu hadn’t replied to any of them. Feeling quite worried, she had come specifically to find her today. Seeing no response after calling out several times, she lifted her skirt and ran toward her.

Yan Qingqiu’s mind raced. She decided she might as well head over to Su Xingjie and stick close to her. With a third party present, Song Qingre would likely maintain polite etiquette and wouldn’t dare do anything unhinged to her.

Su Xingjie was still shouting, “Qiu-bao, why are you always dodging me?”

Who is your ‘bao’? Because she was too focused on the person behind her, Yan Qingqiu failed to look where she was going. With a sudden thud, she bumped right into something incredibly soft.

Just as she was about to say “I’m sorry,” her wrist was firmly gripped. The heat was instantly familiar, accompanied by the clean, sweet aroma of citrus pheromones.

Yan Qingqiu looked up. Having not smelled pheromones for days, her physical reaction was exceptionally intense. In a split second, her waist gave out. Failing to maintain her balance, she tumbled right back into the woman’s embrace.

After all, she was a fully grown person, and her physical weight wasn’t light. Song Qingre shifted her high heels back a step, blinking. “Qiuqiu, why are you…”

Yan Qingqiu felt like she wanted to say “walking right into my trap,” but Song Qingre phrased it far more elegantly: “Why are you being so careless? Qiu-bao.”

Her ears turned scalding hot. I’m doomed, I’m completely doomed. My legs are turning to jelly.

Yan Qingqiu tried her hardest to stand up straight, but the harder she tried, the softer her body became. Failing to find her footing, she bumped against Song Qingre several times in a row, forcing Song Qingre to extend her arms to support her waist.

Yan Qingqiu was embarrassed to death. Looking at Song Qingre, she felt incredibly guilty, her face turning entirely crimson. Yet, her mouth remained stubbornly unyielding: “It’s not that I’m being careless. It’s just that a powerful Alpha happens to enjoy throwing herself into a beauty’s arms.”