Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 43

If—and I mean if—

If there were a super beautiful, elegant, and noble Ragdoll cat, gazing at you with its watery eyes, then stepping onto your palm and nuzzling its fluffy, graceful little head against you.

And if it let out a melodious “meow,” inviting you to pet it.

Would you pet it?

Ahhh, Ji Yilian and cats aren’t even the same species!

But for some reason, facing this scene, Yan Liu couldn’t shake that feeling.

Her hands itched, and her heart ached with longing.

She couldn’t resist the urge to indulge this impulse and pet Ji Yilian fiercely.

When someone of overwhelming beauty blossoms before you, utterly defenseless, it stirs primal desires: the urge to destroy, the urge to conquer.

The desire to possess, to claim something beautiful completely.

This base instinct lay buried deep within Yan Liu’s heart.

Yet in this moment, it surfaced as if by some dark magic.

She said nothing, only pressed her lips together and, with a defiant gesture, reached out to ruffle Ji Yilian’s hair.

Who could blame Yan Liu? Ji Yilian’s raven-black hair was so smooth and silky, it seemed she was born to star in shampoo commercials, evoking images of silk, black pearls, and cascading waterfalls.

Yan Liu’s fingers slid through the soft, fine strands of Ji Yilian’s long hair.

By the time Yan Liu realized what she was doing, she had already disrupted Ji Yilian’s usually perfectly smooth locks, leaving them slightly frizzy and ruffled.

Yet even in this disheveled state, Ji Yilian’s face remained an utterly flawless beauty.

Her beauty was so striking that she could captivate hearts even without a touch of makeup.

If Yan Liu hadn’t seen this face with her own eyes, she would never have imagined such perfectly balanced beauty, not even in her wildest dreams.

The Creator had been so partial, lavishing Ji Yilian with exquisite details.

Her eyes were stunning—coldly elegant when unsmiling, yet brimming with captivating charm when she smiled, ensnaring hearts with every glance.

Her nose was perfect—a high, straight bridge that retained its feminine allure, a truly superior feature.

And then there were her lips and the entire contour of her jawline.

Ji Yilian didn’t have thin lips; on the contrary, her lips were exquisitely shaped and naturally rosy, requiring no artificial enhancement to radiate a healthy, innate radiance.

The sharp curve of her jawline gave her an air of cool elegance, making her beauty particularly striking when she wasn’t smiling.

But the moment Ji Yilian’s lips curved into even the slightest smile, her vivid, breathtaking beauty would leap into view, leaving a profound impression of awe in the hearts of those who saw it.

Now, this exquisite face—one that others barely dared to meet her gaze—lay cradled in Yan Liu’s palm, as if she could mold it at will.

Yan Liu’s fingers trembled slightly, yet her heart tingled with anticipation.

If I could turn Ji Yilian into a figure, she thought, it would be the most stunning one—the kind people would hold close, calling her “waifu” every day.

And this was the real thing—a living, breathing woman.

She blinked, spoke with a melodious voice, and smiled so brightly it dazzled the eyes.

Yan Liu was utterly overwhelmed by her beauty.

Leaning against the wall, the girl used both hands to tousle Ji Yilian’s long hair.

The disheveled strands, no longer sleek and smooth, gave Ji Yilian an air of languid beauty—like a woman on the verge of sleep, or just awakened, her eyes half-closed, exuding a hazy, beguiling allure reminiscent of a begonia in bloom.

It was deeply moving, allowing Yan Liu to glimpse a private, unguarded side of Ji Yilian that others rarely saw.

Though the mental process felt long, less than half a minute had actually passed.

Yan Liu ruffled Ji Yilian’s hair a few more times, belatedly realizing she was being a bit too forward.

Ahem, I’m acting like I’m lording over her, standing on her head and bossing her around. How unreserved of me!

She lets me touch her hair, and I’m practically itching to pinch her cheeks. How can I be so presumptuous?!

After a deep internal reflection, Yan Liu swiftly withdrew her hand, though she secretly regretted it.

The texture was just so… satisfying.

Ji Yilian, who let Yan Liu ruffle her hair without complaint, had a face that didn’t exactly scream “good-natured.” Yet she was so tolerant of Yan Liu, a contrast that was strangely captivating.

It was that kind of thing—she’s cold to everyone else, but she treats you differently, showering you with all her warmth and affection.

Ah, it really satisfies that possessive streak in human nature.

Yan Liu realized she was being bewitched by Ji Yilian’s beauty, her composure wavering.

She immediately turned away, pretending to bring up another topic.

“Besides the Medical Pod, are there any other ways to heal my ankle?”

After all, there was a competition tomorrow.

Now that Yan Liu’s rationality had returned, her mind had regained its composure.

Ji Yilian’s deep phoenix eyes fixed on her.

“There is. Are you sure you want to know?”

Her tone was so serious, as if Yan Liu were about to hear something unbearable.

Yan Liu grew timid. “What do you mean? What is it?”

As long as she didn’t have to lie in that coffin-like Medical Pod again, triggering those terrible memories, she’d be fine with anything.

That’s what I’m thinking, Cat Yan Liu thought to herself, adopting a solemn and determined expression. She pursed her lips and declared, “Yes, I’m sure!”

Ji Yilian gave her a long, complicated look.

Three minutes later, Yan Liu nearly screamed when she saw Ji Yilian kneeling before her, about to remove her shoes and socks.

“Ah! What are you doing? Don’t… don’t touch me!”

This is so embarrassing!

Why was Ji Yilian kneeling in front of her, taking off her shoes and socks?

This was far too intimate.

Yan Liu had never imagined anyone would treat her like this.

Yan Liu felt utterly humiliated and embarrassed.

She nearly transformed into a tiny crab, using all eight limbs to scuttle sideways and hide.

Alas, she only had two legs, one of which was sprained, forcing her to hobble around on one foot.

With Ji Yilian standing guard right in front of her, there was nowhere to escape.

Ji Yilian raised her gaze, arching an eyebrow.

“Didn’t you say you could handle it?”

Yan Liu immediately recalled her earlier declaration of bravado: Yes, I’m sure!

“Or would you rather just forfeit tomorrow’s match at the Arena?”

Ji Yilian’s expression remained utterly indifferent, her tone flat and calm.

But that was precisely what infuriated Yan Liu.

It felt like she was being looked down upon!

Even on the Arena stage, Yan Liu would fight to the bitter end against Ji Yilian. She certainly wouldn’t give up against anyone else.

She wasn’t the type to surrender before the outcome was decided.

Though she occasionally succumbed to moments of despair, wishing she could just skip the match altogether.

After a brief internal struggle, Yan Liu finally overcame her mental block and whispered, “…Then what do you want me to do?”

Ji Yilian: “I’ll massage your ankle, apply the special medicine, and use the Medical Pod.”

She remained kneeling on one knee, merely lifting her gaze to meet Yan Liu’s.

This angle was truly prone to sparking wild fantasies.

It was as if Ji Yilian wasn’t offering to massage her ankle, but rather proposing marriage or something…

Having read her share of novels, Yan Liu’s mind flooded with indescribable images, driving her nearly mad.

Please, imagination, take a break!

She didn’t want to blush in front of Ji Yilian and become all shy, like some lovesick fangirl.

Yan Liu’s heart raced, but she managed to maintain a composed facade, forcing herself to speak calmly.

“Then I’ll take off my shoes myself…”

Don’t let Ji Yilian touch me.

She couldn’t quite explain the source of her shyness, but Yan Liu was terrified of physical contact with Ji Yilian.

Her toes curled inward, as if trying to hide herself inside a shell like a clam.

The girl bit her lip and lowered her head to remove her shoes.

Throughout the process, Yan Liu didn’t dare lift her head to meet Ji Yilian’s gaze.

How could this person’s presence be so overwhelming?

Her heart involuntarily quickened, but she was too preoccupied with her anxiety to notice the minor nervousness.

After Yan Liu rolled up her pant legs slightly, revealing her slender, pale ankles, Ji Yilian quickly sprayed the special medicine onto both hands and touched her skin.

Yan Liu’s body trembled, her eyelashes fluttering with embarrassment.

She instinctively tried to pull her foot back, every muscle tensing into a knot.

“Don’t move,” Ji Yilian said, her hands gripping Yan Liu’s calf as she effortlessly pulled the girl closer.

“Bear with it,” she added, lifting her gaze. A faint smile seemed to flicker in her phoenix eyes.

Yan Liu was too preoccupied to notice.

She felt like a rabbit caught in a hunter’s snare, held by the ears with no escape, left only to await her fate.

Seeing Yan Liu so terrified, even the tips of her pale ears flushed crimson, Ji Yilian couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Weren’t you so fierce earlier? Now you’re scared?”

Ji Yilian’s mastery of provocation was truly refined.

Yan Liu retorted reflexively, “Who’s scared… Ah!”

A sharp tingling sensation, mixed with a hint of pain, radiated from Ji Yilian’s hands as she massaged Yan Liu’s ankle.

Yan Liu was certain Ji Yilian was using her Spiritual Power to soothe her meridians. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be reacting so intensely.

Damn you, Ji Yilian.

Yan Liu couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.

It didn’t hurt, but for some reason, she felt so ashamed that she wanted to cry.

The little rabbit Omega sobbed silently, her head bowed, tears streaming down her face like rain-soaked pear blossoms.

The moment a tear fell, Ji Yilian’s hand paused.

She looked up and saw the girl’s pitiful expression.

That delicate, vulnerable look stirred both her protective instincts and her destructive urges.

“Does it hurt?” Ji Yilian’s eyes deepened.

Her hand returned to Yan Liu’s tender ankle, her massage becoming gentler.

How could she be so sensitive?

Ji Yilian had never realized Yan Liu was such a crybaby.

Her tears were driving her crazy.