Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 36

Yan Liu finally understood Ji Yilian’s intentions.

“But… what’s the point of defeating them? I don’t like fighting. And I definitely don’t like being thrown around.”

The young woman pressed her lips together and shook her head in refusal.

When she first saw the video earlier, anger had surged through her, and she’d wanted to prove herself fiercely, to slap down her critics later.

But that feeling had quickly faded.

Usually, only those who lack true strength harbor such resentment, living their lives for others’ approval.

But now she knew her own strengths.

She was on the path of a Healer. Why should she compete in Combat and fighting against Alphas who were born with advantages and had grown up here?

Even if she lost those competitions, it wouldn’t stop her from living a good life as a Healer.

Only when you have no chips do you gamble everything in one desperate hand.

Now that she had chips, she would stick to her own path, playing steadily and strategically, step by step.

Seeing the beautiful Omega before her reject her so swiftly without even looking up, Ji Yilian’s heart sank, and a wave of disappointment washed over her.

“You don’t want to win?” Her voice was slightly hoarse as her phoenix eyes fixed on Yan Liu, her emotions intensifying.

Helping Yan Liu legitimately win other competitions through her own strength was the best way to clear the air after today’s video.

It was also her… chance to approach Yan Liu openly and honestly.

Yet the girl didn’t hesitate for a moment, immediately rejecting the offer.

Yan Liu noticed the Alpha’s disappointment and asked curiously, “Why are you so worried about me losing? Are you afraid that if I can’t beat others, it’ll confirm that your victory over me was rigged?”

Ji Yilian replied, “It’s up to you how you want to see it.”

Of course, that wasn’t it at all.

But how could she voice her true feelings?

Especially when Yan Liu’s eyes always held a guarded wariness toward her, some thoughts became even harder to articulate.

She felt like that weasel visiting for New Year’s, perceived by Yan Liu as harboring “ill intentions.”

And the weasel grew increasingly reluctant to reveal its true thoughts.

Yan Liu stared at Ji Yilian for a moment, then, remembering that the other woman was her target, tilted her head.

“You really want me to win against others? You want to teach me?”

Ji Yilian squeezed out a reluctant “Mm.”

Yan Liu immediately shook her head vigorously, like a rattle drum. “No, no, no! That’s not enthusiastic enough! You need to coax me into being happy before I’ll agree to learn from you.”

The slender Omega stood up and strolled around the room, examining it.

“Why is your house so new?”

It was as if her apartment downstairs and this place existed in two entirely different worlds.

“You don’t even remember this place? You’ve been here before,” Ji Yilian said.

Ah, I’ve been caught again!

Yan Liu, flustered and indignant, turned to Ji Yilian and snapped, “There were so many unpleasant things in the past! I’ve forgotten them all!”

“People should look forward, not dwell on unhappy memories.”

Yan Liu was becoming increasingly adept at justifying her lies.

Ji Yilian remained silent, but she stood up and walked over to Yan Liu.

The moment Ji Yilian stood and approached, a palpable sense of pressure filled the air.

Her tall, slender figure, with long legs and an elegant neck, loomed over Yan Liu. When she leaned down to look at her, her phoenix eyes narrowed into deep, fathomless pools, as if filled with the twinkling starlight of the night sky.

“What would make you happy?” Ji Yilian asked.

She seemed genuinely willing to compromise!

She was actually asking for advice like a well-behaved student!

Yan Liu’s heart began to itch with desire, yearning to push her luck and climb higher on this unexpected opportunity.

She felt like the tiny mouse from Tom and Jerry, itching to leap onto Ji Yilian’s shoulder and boast triumphantly.

“…” But for a moment, she couldn’t think of a single demand to make.

This time, Ji Yilian was different. She remembered their agreement.

Even when she wanted to talk, she didn’t suddenly close the distance or barge into Yan Liu’s home uninvited, as she had done before.

Instead of following the expected path, Ji Yilian did the opposite, taking Yan Liu directly back to her own home.

“Didn’t expect that, did you?” Ji Yilian said with a smile, observing the girl’s stunned expression.

Yan Liu suddenly noticed, at this close distance, how full Ji Yilian’s lips were. When she smiled, her phoenix eyes instantly became radiant and full of warmth.

What a vivid and captivating sight.

It was impossible to resist such visual beauty with mere willpower. Yan Liu couldn’t help but stare at Ji Yilian for a moment longer.

“Smile more often,” she murmured, her voice soft.

She felt her request was rather absurd.

Ji Yilian lowered her gaze, the curve of her smile softening. “Just this one request? Are you sure you’ve thought it through?”

How can she be so composed?

Yan Liu paused, then reached out a finger to touch the corner of Ji Yilian’s lips.

“That doesn’t count. I haven’t decided yet,” she whispered.

Does this make me sound like a little rascal?

But Yan Liu couldn’t care less right now.

After all, Ji Yilian was being unusually generous, willing to indulge her whims.

“From now on, whenever you see me, you have to smile at me. No more stiff faces. No more blank expressions.”

The girl’s finger pressed against Ji Yilian’s dimple as she made her request in a soft, pleading voice.

The thin calluses on Yan Liu’s fingertips, which she had removed with a medical scanner the night before, had restored her fingers to the delicate softness of a girl her age.

When Yan Liu touched the corner of Ji Yilian’s lips, the latter lowered her gaze slightly, unable to ignore the sensation on her skin.

Yan Liu’s request was almost like a playful tease.

Realizing this, Ji Yilian felt a tiny ripple spread through her heart, as if a petal had splashed into still water. Though the breeze had long since died down, the lingering sensation of that ripple remained vividly clear.

“Okay,” Ji Yilian replied, her throat feeling scratchy, making it difficult to enunciate each word clearly.

In this moment, the image that flashed through Ji Yilian’s mind was “melted gold.”

True gold, after all, is said to withstand fire. Yet she felt like a piece of gold in Yan Liu’s hands, capable of being molded into any shape the other girl desired.

And she didn’t resist this at all.

Their feelings were like something fermenting in the air, growing stronger with each passing moment.

As they were talking, Yan Liu’s stomach suddenly let out a loud “growl.”

She had been so busy all day that she hadn’t had time to eat.

Ever since transmigrating to this world, Yan Liu’s eating habits had become erratic.

Sometimes she only ate one meal a day, and her sleep schedule had also become irregular.

At that moment, Yan Liu’s stomach rumbled in protest.

Ji Yilian’s gaze drifted downward, and Yan Liu quickly retreated, clutching her stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

Ji Yilian said nothing, simply stating, “Wait here.”

She walked into the kitchen.

Yan Liu stood frozen, momentarily stunned.

When she saw Ji Yilian emerge from the kitchen with fresh ingredients, she was completely dumbfounded.

“Wait, you’re not actually going to cook for me, are you?”

Heavens! The Scumbag A from the novel is suddenly being so nice to me. I’m terrified.

Is this food even safe to eat?

Could it be poisoned?

More importantly, Scumbag A Ji Yilian actually knows how to cook?

The situation unfolded so abruptly that Yan Liu remained glued to the kitchen doorway, watching Ji Yilian like a wolf stalking chickens in a coop.

“Why do you even have all this stuff in your house?” Yan Liu couldn’t help but ask.

Ji Yilian remained silent, focused on washing the vegetables. Her jade-like fingers brushed lightly over the produce, looking utterly out of place—as if using such elegant hands for cooking was a sacrilege.

Just when Yan Liu assumed she wouldn’t get an answer, Ji Yilian murmured softly, “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t let me in your house?”

As Ji Yilian spoke, her eyelashes lowered, her lips pressed into a taut line, and her posture remained rigidly upright.

Yet Yan Liu somehow detected a hint of grievance in her words.