I Am the White Moonlight that the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loves

Summary

1. Qi Sijia was dumped again.

Her ex-girlfriend’s reason for breaking up was suspicion that Qi Sijia was a straight woman pretending to be a lesbian, because after a month of dating, she wouldn’t even hold hands.

“Either you’re as*xual or you’re not attracted to women,” her ex-girlfriend cried dramatically over the phone.

Qi Sijia spread out her well-maintained fingers, held them up to the lamp, then turned and threw away the hand mask from her drawer.

2. To relieve psychological pressure and find a new girlfriend, Qi Sijia took a cleaning job in a high-end residential complex, killing two birds with one stone to get some exercise.

However, on her first day, she was met with a barrage of complaints from the rich female owner of the penthouse.

Facing the owner’s endless picky demands, Qi Sijia, with her social anxiety and inability to communicate, silently and diligently decided to finish the month and then resign.

Until one day, she took off her rubber gloves to check her phone, and the beautiful woman from the penthouse, masked and faceless, stared intently at her hand.

Qi Sijia: Hmm.

Hmm?

3. Ji Liu, a well-known author on a certain Yuri reading website, had not updated for a month, giving the reason: “Dumped for the Nth time, depression.”

Readers: Used to it.

The only one not used to it was Ji Liu’s most loyal reader, the top-ranked “Rich Flower”: “Is the author still savable?”

Readers: Don’t worry, she’s savable. She’ll be back to updating as soon as she finds a “girlfriend.”

Rich Flower frantically spammed the author: “@Author: How much longer will I have to wait?”

Author replied: “Soon.”

Rich Flower: …

Did she find one?

Qi Sijia: “Yes, there’s a beautiful older sister with a mask and very pretty eyes. She keeps calling me over to her house and staring at my hand. Does she like me?”

Rich Flower replied without thinking, pessimistically: “She might just think your hands are dirty.”

4. Movie Queen Meng Jiang had a secret: Ji Liu was her only publicly acknowledged first love, “Miss Q.”

She hated the other person dating and halting updates.

Until one day, Meng Jiang stood at her doorstep, simultaneously advising Ji Liu to focus on her career and forgo dating, and personally supervising the cleaning auntie.

The cleaner had her head bowed, completely wrapped up.

A gas mask covered her face, not revealing any features. But then she suddenly took off her rubber gloves, revealing a pair of 12-centimeter long hands, slender and pale, with clearly defined knuckles, lightly tapping her phone screen.

Meng Jiang’s brow suddenly furrowed. She stared at those hands, lost in thought for a long time, then with difficulty, shifted her gaze.

Turning to her phone.

She replied to the author: “My hand slipped earlier, I misspoke. She likes you. Go for it boldly.”