I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 30

After she finished crying, Song Shi’an couldn’t help but chuckle, “Done crying?”

Yan Sheng’s face flushed red again instantly.

“Alright then, do you still want to watch the show?” Song Shi’an casually peeled a grape and fed it to her.

Yan Sheng obediently ate the grape and nodded, “Okay.”

Because of their earlier antics, they had already missed the opening and the main episode had begun.

Song Shi’an rewound it back to the start.

Unconsciously, Yan Sheng scooted closer to Song Shi’an.

Considering how heartbroken she had just been, Song Shi’an wrapped an arm around her waist.

This episode was particularly intimate, focusing on the beginnings of attraction.

When one of the female leads realized she had fallen for the other, Yan Sheng instinctively turned to look at Song Shi’an.

Her beautiful, clear eyes reflected Song Shi’an’s profile.

As she gazed, Yan Sheng mustered the courage to lean in and kiss Song Shi’an lightly.

Song Shi’an turned to meet her eyes, the faintly suggestive background music from the show still playing.

At that moment, Song Shi’an felt as though she had glimpsed something in Yan Sheng’s eyes.

She couldn’t be certain, but she knew it was something she didn’t want to see.

If Yan Sheng truly had feelings for her, Song Shi’an wouldn’t be happy about it.

She didn’t enjoy the dependency or affection that came with keeping a lover.

Song Shi’an was willing to take care of Yan Sheng and wanted her to be obedient, but she absolutely didn’t want Yan Sheng to genuinely love her—that would be a burden.

Emotions were the most complicated things, and Song Shi’an preferred straightforward transactions.

She pinched Yan Sheng’s chin and suddenly asked, “Have you ever liked anyone?”

Yan Sheng shook her head without hesitation. She wanted to say she had never liked anyone else, but before she could speak, Song Shi’an had already let go.

“Good. Don’t like anyone.”

She didn’t say it outright, but Yan Sheng understood.

“Thank you, sister. I understand.” Yan Sheng turned back to the TV, but her eyes were filled with sorrow and loneliness.

For the rest of the episode, Yan Sheng remembered nothing, feeling only a dazed numbness.

It wasn’t until Song Shi’an turned off the TV that she snapped out of it, forcing herself to adjust her emotions before obediently helping Song Shi’an upstairs.

After some rehabilitation, Song Shi’an could now walk short distances with support or a cane.

With Yan Sheng’s help, she returned to her room. After washing up, Yan Sheng hesitated before lying down on the other side of the bed.

Little Yan Sheng, she made it so clear. Do you still want to continue? Nineteen couldn’t understand.

[Liking someone is just my own business. It doesn’t mean I have to force them to like me back.] Yan Sheng replied earnestly.

Nineteen found it almost unbelievable that someone could be this much of a hopeless romantic.

Yan Sheng muted the system.

Then she snuggled closer to Song Shi’an.

Song Shi’an gently ruffled her hair. “Sleep if you’re tired.”

“Aren’t you going to sleep, sister?” Yan Sheng asked, puzzled.

“Sleep. Qingtang was asking me something. I’ll sleep after replying to her message.” Song Shi’an couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke her soft hair—it felt like petting a kitten, unbearably adorable.

“Mmm, okay. Then I’ll wait for you, sis.” Yan Sheng sat up too, picking up her phone to continue scrolling.

Song Shi’an didn’t stop her. If she wanted to wait, so be it—it wasn’t like she’d forced her.

By the time Song Shi’an finished chatting with Jiang Qingtang, she noticed Yan Sheng seemed to be watching a piano performance video, the volume turned so low she hadn’t noticed earlier.

Listening carefully now, she realized the piece being played was one she’d loved in the past.

Though it had been years since she last touched a piano.

“You like this piece?” Song Shi’an asked casually.

Yan Sheng shook her head lightly. “Not really. It just sounds nice.”

Song Shi’an nodded. “It is quite good.”

“Sis would definitely play it better than this blogger,” Yan Sheng seized the moment to flatter her.

“How would you know if you’ve never heard me play?” Song Shi’an asked curiously.

Yan Sheng replied shyly, “You must be amazing. Do I really need to hear it to know?”

Song Shi’an couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, enough with the flattery.”

Yan Sheng’s earnest attempts to please her actually put Song Shi’an more at ease.

Then Yan Sheng snuggled closer again. “Sis…”

She rubbed against Song Shi’an suggestively.

Song Shi’an scratched her chin lightly before pressing a fingertip to her lips.

Yan Sheng gently sucked on her finger, eyes glistening.

Feeling the pheromones spilling from her, Song Shi’an frowned slightly.

She withdrew her finger, all interest gone. “Control your pheromones.”

Seeing the coldness in Song Shi’an’s expression, Yan Sheng knew she’d upset her.

As Song Shi’an lay down, Yan Sheng hurried to fetch suppressant patches and turned on the room’s air circulation system.

She should’ve known Song Shi’an wouldn’t like it—she really hadn’t meant to.

Around Song Shi’an, she always struggled to control her pheromones.

Yan Sheng hated herself for it. She stayed in the bathroom for a long time, even digging at her scent gland in frustration.

She couldn’t explain why, but she harbored a deep aversion to her identity as an alpha.

Only Song Shi’an’s approval dulled that disgust.

But now that she’d angered Song Shi’an, the self-loathing returned—hating her pheromones, hating being an alpha.

Song Shi’an had no idea what kept Yan Sheng in the bathroom so long last night that she’d fallen asleep waiting.

Yan Sheng stared at her reflection—eyes still slightly swollen, an indescribable mess.

Shijiu, whom she’d muted, watched from the system space as Yan Sheng’s blackening value skyrocketed, clicking her tongue in amusement.

Little Yan Sheng really is something else.

By the time Yan Sheng composed herself, the blackening value had dropped back to zero.

Honestly, Shijiu had never seen anything like it.

When Yan Sheng returned to the room, Song Shi’an was already asleep. She crept over and pressed close.

“Don’t abandon me again, sis,” Yan Sheng whispered, gazing at Song Shi’an.

Neither Song Shi’an nor Shijiu heard her.

Yan Sheng propped herself up, lightly kissing Song Shi’an’s lips before obediently lying back down.

The next morning when Song Shi’an woke up, Yan Sheng was already up.

Song Shi’an got into her wheelchair by herself, freshened up, then took the elevator down to the first floor.

Not seeing Yan Sheng in the living room, she casually asked the housekeeper, “Where’s Yan Sheng?”

“Miss Yan is in the kitchen, seems to be learning how to make pastries with the pastry chef.”

Song Shi’an nodded after hearing this: “Hmm.”

She didn’t inquire further and simply had the housekeeper serve breakfast.

After breakfast, she checked some stocks. A while later, Yan Sheng came over carrying a plate of freshly made pastries.

The pastries looked exquisite, nothing like a beginner’s work.

“Big sis, want to try some?” Yan Sheng placed the pastries on the small table in front of Song Shi’an.

“You got up early just to make these?” Song Shi’an asked curiously.

Yan Sheng nodded: “Yesterday I came across some dessert-making videos and wanted to try. I happened to wake up early today and saw you were still asleep, so I didn’t wake you. The fireworks aren’t until evening anyway, no need to rush.”

“Hmm, I’ll try some.” Since she’d put in the effort, Song Shi’an figured there was no harm in tasting them.

“Did you make these or did the chef help?” Song Shi’an asked leisurely after taking a bite from Yan Sheng’s hand.

“Me. The chef just supervised, didn’t help. I wanted to try doing it myself—wouldn’t feel right asking for help,” Yan Sheng said shyly.

“Not bad.” If these were made by the highly-paid pastry chef she’d hired, they’d be just average. But if Yan Sheng made them herself, they were actually quite good.

Hearing the compliment, Yan Sheng immediately brightened up.

Seeing her reaction, Song Shi’an couldn’t help asking: “Is it really that big a deal?”

Yan Sheng nodded bashfully: “If big sis says they’re good, that means they didn’t turn out badly. Of course that’s worth being happy about.”

Song Shi’an couldn’t tell whether she was happy about the pastries turning out well or about receiving praise.

Turning back to her phone, she saw Cheng Yuncheng had invited her out for tea tomorrow evening—Jiang Qingtang would be joining too.

Considering she had no plans tomorrow night, Song Shi’an agreed. The horse races weren’t until the day after anyway.

All familiar faces. You can bring your Yan Sheng along too.  Cheng Yuncheng thoughtfully added.

Song Shi’an hadn’t planned to bring Yan Sheng, but since Cheng Yuncheng mentioned it, she went along with it.

Yan Sheng fed Song Shi’an a few more pastries. At first they seemed just okay, but after several pieces, they grew on her.

Mainly because they weren’t too sweet—just right for her taste.

Once they’d eaten their fill, Yan Sheng put the rest away. There hadn’t been much to begin with.

The weather was nice today, sunny and bright. Song Shi’an wanted to spend some time on the balcony, so Yan Sheng accompanied her.

While Song Shi’an looked through some documents Yan Sheng couldn’t understand, Yan Sheng picked up a book and read beside her.

In the past, she’d had to snatch moments to read. Now she had all the time she wanted, and Song Shi’an’s place had every book she could think of.

Though sometimes overly technical books still made her drowsy.

Combined with having woken up so early, Yan Sheng eventually dozed off on the balcony lounge chair.

Looking at the dark circles under her eyes, Song Shi’an wondered—had this girl been up all night struggling to control her pheromones?

Yan Sheng’s dark circles appeared far too easily. The slightest lack of sleep made them obvious.

Apart from being affected by pheromones, Song Shi’an couldn’t think of any other reason why she would have such obvious dark circles under her eyes.

What’s more, the usually sleep-loving girl had actually woken up earlier than her today.

Seeing Yan Sheng sleeping soundly while hugging a pillow, Song Shi’an decided not to disturb her, though she suspected this sleeping position would likely give her a stiff neck.

She could only hope for the best.

If Yan Sheng knew what Song Shi’an was thinking, she’d probably be speechless with gratitude.

It wasn’t until the sunlight became uncomfortably hot that Song Shi’an finally went over and gently patted Yan Sheng’s cheek.

Yan Sheng woke up groggily, looking at her with dazed confusion. Though still half-asleep, that didn’t stop her from acting coquettishly.

She nuzzled her cheek against Song Shi’an’s palm and murmured softly, “Sis~”

“Good morning.”

Song Shi’an couldn’t help but laugh. “Not so morning anymore—the sun’s already high in the sky. Aren’t you hot?”

Even with the air conditioning, the direct sunlight streaming onto the balcony still made it feel warm.

Yan Sheng sat up blearily, looking blankly at Song Shi’an and then at where she’d been sleeping.

Only then did she start to come to her senses.

“Hot.”

She nodded seriously before leaning against Song Shi’an again.

With one arm around her, Song Shi’an couldn’t help thinking—she’s getting bolder by the day.