Flirting Recklessly With the White Moonlight Will Get You Marked - Chapter 4
4:
8 p.m. The sky had darkened.
Yan Qingqiu spent the entire day searching for clues in the house. She didn’t rummage blindly—first, she located her phone, bank cards, and ID.
With these three items, she could uncover all the information she needed to survive in this world.
Name: Yan Qingqiu
Gender: Female Alpha
Age: 24
This was an ABO world. Everyone had a third gender. Currently, Alphas possess the strongest mental energy and dominate society. Betas were average, lacking pheromones and unable to sense others’ mental energy.
Song Qingre was undoubtedly an Alpha, her citrusy scent alone confirmed it. It was soothing, intoxicating.
Yan Qingqiu sniffed her own wrist but detected no distinct fragrance. She didn’t know what her scent was yet. She’d need a medical exam to confirm.
Her bank card password remained a mystery. After a few failed attempts, she gave up—she could always reset it later. Her phone unlocked with her fingerprint. She immediately opened the messaging app, studying her past conversations to gauge her relationships and social circle.
The dynamic between the three of them was now clear:
She and Song Qingre were neighbors.
Fu Ye and Song Qingre were classmates.
Yan Qingqiu was a year younger.
Fu Ye had harbored feelings for Song Qingre since high school. She was academically brilliant, and he’d fawned over her—sending flowers, fighting for her, playing the devoted knight.
The internet hailed them as a match made in heaven.
Online profiles painted Song Qingre as the quintessential female lead:
– Born into privilege, with parents who were successful business people.
– Tragically orphaned in a plane crash, left to relatives who abused her.
– After struggling, she studied abroad, where Fu Ye followed.
– Later, Fu Ye suddenly returned alone. Rumors claimed Song Qingre had rejected him.
As for “Yan Qingqiu”?
She’d been madly in love with Fu Ye, chasing after him shamelessly, offering comfort, enduring his public humiliations.
Fu Ye rejected her repeatedly, yet she persisted—everyone knew she was obsessed.
Eventually, Fu Ye “lowered himself” to date her, as if bestowing mercy.
“Lowered himself”? Bullshit!
Yan Qingqiu, how could you be so pathetic?!
Look at your looks, your wealth—you could have anyone! If you were that desperate, you should’ve thrown dog sh1t at him. That’d kill any crush instantly.
Just then, a “Ding!” echoed in her mind.
System: [Congratulations! Character relationships unlocked! Plot exploration at 30%. Keep going! Reach 50% for rewards!]
Yan Qingqiu snorted, feeling a flicker of pride. But this wasn’t enough. She needed to understand her history with Song Qingre.
[What kind of rewards? Anything to extend my lifespan?]
System: [Of course! There may even be… unexpected little tools~ Keep unlocking the plot.]
Trash game.
Still, Yan Qingqiu had a new plan. She called the butler.
“Bring some fruit upstairs. Then, take time to document every detail of my past with Song Qingre. I want to read it.”
The butler hesitated. “That might take a while. Your history is… extensive. Why do you need this?”
Why does that sound ominous?
“Write one chapter daily. You can start tomorrow, I’ll pay extra.”
“Very well.”
After hanging up, the butler sighed. Young mistress is so demanding.
Exhausted but determined, Yan Qingqiu grabbed paper and recreated the “character archetype” multiple-choice question from memory:
A. Gentle & Kind (Girl-Next-Door )
B. Dark & Psychotic (Displeasure = You & Your Family Die)
C. Untouchable Ice Queen (Distant Moon, Unreachable)
D. Passionate Bombshell (All the Thrills You Crave)
Options C and D seemed safe.
But B? One wrong move, and my entire family gets wiped out.
Typical villainess fate.
Must avoid that route at all costs.
Song Qingre was clearly dangerous.
But if they had a special relationship, could she steal the female lead from the male protagonist?
The real question: Could she handle Song Qingre?
Yan Qingqiu stared at the options. A, B, C, D…
Forget it.
She tried recalling other bizarre questions she’d answered but drew blanks. Overthinking gave her a headache.
A car engine growled outside, rare in this quiet neighborhood. Assuming it was Song Qingre, Yan Qingqiu shredded her notes and tossed them.
The butler, ever dutiful, greeted Song Qingre at the gate.
Song Qingre still wore her daytime attire, luminous under the moonlight.
Yan Qingqiu had learned earlier: Song Qingre had stayed here last night. Her own home wasn’t ready post-return, so the Yan family offered hospitality.
But why was she in my room? What happened?
Even the system doesn’t know! Useless!
“She’s been well-behaved all day,” the butler told Song Qingre. “Perhaps waiting for you. Even cleaned her room.”
Song Qingre nodded.
Footsteps approached. Yan Qingqiu scrambled onto the bed, posing with a book.
One… two… three…
Why isn’t she coming in?
Peeking out the window, she saw Song Qingre wheeling her suitcase towards the exit.
Leaving?!
“Where are you going?” Yan Qingqiu yelled.
Song Qingre glanced back. “A hotel. My arrangements are made.”
“Butler, confiscate her luggage!” Yan Qingqiu ordered. If she left, how would she complete tomorrow’s tasks?
The butler intercepted the suitcase, bowing. “Miss Song, please.”
His demeanor screamed abduction.
Song Qingre paused, then turned back.
This time, she ascended swiftly. The door creaked open under her knock.
“Waiting for me?”
Yan Qingqiu deflected. “What did you come to retrieve? The suitcase?”
Song Qingre studied her, silent.
Yan Qingqiu crossed her legs, unnerved by her inscrutable smile. That girl-next-door asterisk loomed large, was Song Qingre about to dominate or murder her?
Song Qingre stepped inside, shutting the door. The room brightened, almost glaring.
Leaning against the door, she asked, “Why keep me here?”
Yan Qingqiu had no answer beyond task completion.
“Who knows if you’ll sneak off to meet someone?”
A clever probe:
1. Test if their relationship extended beyond neighbors.
2. Gauge her feelings toward Fu Ye.
If they were involved, Song Qingre would either explain, flirt… or snap.
Instead, Song Qingre smiled. “Qiuqiu cares about me? How rare.”
Then, smoothly: “Have you showered yet?”
“…”
Topic change: Master level.
“You first, or me?”
Yan Qingqiu’s lips trembled. Her legs twitched, Song Qingre noticed.
Their eyes met.
Yan Qingqiu’s heart raced. Caught.
A blade seemed pressed to her neck.
But Song Qingre simply sat on the bed, her reflection watching Yan Qingqiu sidelong.
After a beat, she asked, “Shall I remove your shoes?”
So direct.
Yan Qingqiu’s ankles burned, unlike the butler’s clinical touch.
“No.” Her toes curled in embarrassment.
Song Qingre chuckled, wiping her hands with a tissue. “I thought you’d torment me longer.”
“Not in the mood,” Yan Qingqiu muttered, marching to the window. “Find what you lost and leave.”
Song Qingre reclined on the bed, fingers gripping the sheets. Her gaze said: “You.”
Yan Qingqiu shivered, thrilled yet terrified.
“Stop messing with me.”
Song Qingre smiled. “I’ll tell you a secret.”
Silence.
“The dress you wore today? It was my sleepwear.”
Yan Qingqiu’s eyes bulged.
The fabric had felt luxuriously thin, with delicate straps and a low neckline. She’d worn a bustier underneath, hopefully not Song Qingre’s. It fits perfectly.
“I know,” Yan Qingqiu bluffed. “I wore it to spite you.”
“Fu Ye’s never seen my sleepwear.”
Yan Qingqiu’s toes clawed the floor. Mortifying.
Song Qingre was lethally dangerous.
“Need help removing it?”
“You—! Who just offers to undress people?!”
“But I’m Qiuqiu’s little slave.”
“!”
Her tone was soft, teasing—yet carried unsettling sincerity.
“Or…” Song Qingre murmured, “shall I carry you to the bath?”
The offer dripped with servitude, more attentive than the butler.
Yan Qingqiu’s resolve wavered.
Suddenly, it hit her:
Were the asterisks hinting that Song Qingre was her slave? A s3x slave, catering to her desires?
Disgraceful.
“Well?”
Yan Qingqiu had already mapped her survival plan:
1. Maintain character.
2. Boost the female lead’s favorability.
3. Stay alive.
Now?
She wanted this.
Her lust overpowered shame. “Can you even lift me?”
No dignity left.
Depraved. Shameless.
Her face burned, but fear lingered—what if this ended in death?
Song Qingre laughed.
Death now or later…
“Fine,” Yan Qingqiu declared. “Carry me.”
Song Qingre blinked, surprised by her boldness.
“Lie down first.”
Yan Qingqiu obeyed, inhaling Song Qingre’s intoxicating scent. Her body heated inexplicably, especially her neck—scorching.
Alpha-Alpha repulsion?
Overwhelmed, she jerked upright. “Too slow! I’ll go myself!”
Song Qingre grabbed her wrist. “You asked. Now you’ll get it.”
“I’m heavy—”
“I’m an Alpha. Strength comes naturally.”
“So am I!”
Yan Qingqiu yanked free and fled to the bathroom, slamming the door.
Disgraceful!
She peeled off the dress, folding it carefully. I’ll wash and return it tomorrow.
Her undergarments, surely not Song Qingre’s?
She’d grabbed them this morning.
Does that mean we slept together last night?
Post-shower, she realized she’d forgotten clothes. Too embarrassed to call out, she toweled off and peeked outside.
Song Qingre was gone.
Where’d she go? How will I find her tomorrow?
“Butler! Where’s Miss Song?”
A door creaked. Song Qingre emerged from the adjacent room—hair damp, having showered elsewhere.
Yan Qingqiu retreated, flustered. “You, come sleep here.”
She pointed to the bed. “Now.”
First night transmigrated, and I’m sharing a bed with the female lead—naked. What even happened between us?
Her plan: Wait until midnight, then kiss Song Qingre breathless.
But as drowsiness took over, her neck burned unbearably. She kicked off the blankets, sweating.
A whimper escaped her.
Fingers brushed her waist, a warm body pressing close.
“Where…?” a voice whispered.
“Legs…”
Too ashamed to elaborate.
By dawn, the other side of the bed was empty.
Yan Qingqiu remained stark naked.
God.