Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 55

She had never acted this way before. It was only when Yan Liu was around that she lost control of herself.

Seeing Ji Yilian’s composure, completely impervious to reason, Yan Liu felt her own anger rising. She pinched her palm to calm herself, then slowly opened her almond-shaped eyes and said, “To be my girlfriend, you need self-control and qualities I admire. If you can’t even promise that, how can I trust you?”

With that, the girl turned away, gazing out the aircraft window, determined to ignore Ji Yilian.

This tactic immediately provoked the desired reaction.

Ji Yilian’s lips tightened. After a moment of silence, she relaxed her Spiritual Power slightly, no longer pinning Yan Liu against the wall. In a soft voice, she said, “I’ll do my best to keep my promises to you.”

“Like what?” Yan Liu turned back, her clear almond eyes fixed on Ji Yilian, waiting for more assurances.

But Ji Yilian only offered one more: “I won’t go to your house without your permission, under normal circumstances.”

Yan Liu looked dissatisfied, her round, cat-like eyes staring at Ji Yilian. “Anything else?”

Ji Yilian turned her face slightly away, her lips moving. “Less physical contact.”

“Yes, just less, not completely eliminated.”

Yan Liu immediately spotted the loophole in that statement.

She puffed out her cheeks, a little indignant.

“Why only less physical contact?”

She realized Ji Yilian was cunning! She was playing word games with her, deliberately leaving things unsaid.

Ji Yilian raised an eyebrow. “I can’t guarantee what I can’t do.”

She said it with such disarming frankness.

Yan Liu didn’t know whether to be angry or not.

“That won’t work,” she insisted.

“As my girlfriend, I have high standards. If you lack self-control and keep… doing that, I’ll think you’re easily swayed by appearances and lack resolve.”

Yan Liu tried to exaggerate the importance of obedience through her words.

Ji Yilian listened quietly. After a moment, she murmured, “Appearances?”

She glanced at Yan Liu, her dark, almond-shaped eyes calm, yet seemed to hold a hint of amusement.

Yan Liu understood Ji Yilian’s meaning perfectly!

Ugh, how infuriating! Is she mocking me for not being attractive enough?!

“What do you mean by that? Stop looking at me like that!”

Yan Liu reached out to cover Ji Yilian’s eyes.

The other woman was surprisingly compliant, neither flinching nor dodging as Yan Liu’s hand came to rest over her eyes.

Ji Yilian’s long lashes brushed against Yan Liu’s palm, sending a ticklish sensation like the flutter of butterfly wings.

Yan Liu quickly withdrew her hand, glaring at Ji Yilian, suspecting she had done it on purpose.

She deliberately blinked, letting her eyelashes brush against my palm!

But that line she said was so domineering.

Does she think she can tell me not to blink?

After a brief internal debate, Yan Liu conceded defeat. She turned her face away, pretending nothing had happened.

Ji Yilian, however, seemed to see through the girl’s displeasure and leaned closer.

“Why didn’t you want me to look just now?”

Yan Liu huffed, refusing to answer. She stared out the window, pointedly avoiding Ji Yilian’s gaze.

Then she noticed the aircraft had been circling the same route repeatedly without landing, as if deliberately prolonging their time alone together.

Do you think I’m ugly? Is that why you’re mocking me?

Yan Liu knew she had the kind of delicate, understated beauty often described as “fresh and pure.”

Her charm lay in the harmonious blend of her features and her overall aura—like the innocent, demure heroines from old-fashioned dramas, not the strikingly glamorous type.

Each of her features was decent enough on its own, but when combined, they formed a more pleasing whole, though still lacking bold, dramatic flair.

Unlike Ji Yilian, who was the kind of woman anyone would genuinely praise as a natural-born beauty.

Some people’s beauty is simply objective.

Even if you harbored reservations about her, staring at that face up close would inevitably leave you captivated by its beauty, causing you to forget your reservations.

Was Ji Yilian secretly laughing at her for her earlier outburst?

The girl’s pursed lips and tear-stained face conveyed a poignant sense of grievance.

Yan Liu wasn’t actually crying; Ji Yilian had simply witnessed her tearful, heart-wrenching moments so many times that the mere sight of her distress conjured up vivid images of her red-rimmed eyes and glistening tears clinging to her lashes.

Ji Yilian swallowed hard, sensing the familiar surge of pheromones attempting to overwhelm her. She shifted her gaze to the scenery outside the window and blurted out, “I won’t be swayed by beauty.”

She was answering Yan Liu’s earlier question.

“Others don’t possess this quality,” Ji Yilian said calmly.

Her gaze returned to Yan Liu’s face, her eyes warm and gentle as they lingered on every detail, as if whispering sweet nothings. She smiled. “Only you have it.”

Yan Liu remained frozen, her mind reeling. All she could see was Ji Yilian’s exquisite face drawing closer.

Ji Yilian was a perfect blend of icy detachment and captivating allure.

Yan Liu didn’t know what the world’s most beautiful flower looked like, but she had a vague sense that if human beauty were to be compared to a flower…

Ji Yilian was undoubtedly the kind of flower that, placed at the center of attention, would make anyone who passed by marvel at her beauty.

But this flower possessed its own will, rarely blooming, leaving others to see only its outline.

Only Yan Liu had ever witnessed Ji Yilian’s private smiles, transforming her into a radiant, fully bloomed flower.

She was truly skilled at seduction.

Whispering softly, “I’m not drawn to beauty because others lack it; only you possess it.”

Ah, Yan Liu was practically being brainwashed.

She had never realized how utterly defenseless she was against beauty.

When a stunning beauty like Ji Yilian lowered her guard and coaxed you, her allure reached maximum levels.

As the cat-like Yan Liu stood dazed, Ji Yilian gazed at her, slowly finishing her sentence.

“And… I’m not lacking in self-control.”

She simply lacked self-control around Yan Liu.

But could she really be blamed for that?

Leaning closer, Ji Yilian casually brushed her cheek against the girl’s.

“Your pheromones are constantly sending me invitations. I’ve been restraining myself.”

Ever since first inhaling Yan Liu’s pheromonal scent, Ji Yilian had felt herself becoming increasingly unhinged.

Later, after Yan Liu’s Spiritual Power attack on the Arena, she grew even more drawn to Yan Liu.

It seemed to be an instinct deep within her, one that couldn’t be suppressed by reason.

The more she tried to suppress it, the stronger it rebounded.

Only by occasionally indulging this instinct, taking small, fleeting tastes, could she maintain some semblance of control.

But she couldn’t tell Yan Liu any of this.

The girl would only get even angrier.

Yan Liu was indeed furious.

She was particularly susceptible to Ji Yilian’s provocations, as was evident now.

The other woman had leaned in so close, and… and smelled her!

How intimate!

Yan Liu’s small hand shot out to push her away.

Yet Ji Yilian remained still, letting Yan Liu push her, even when the girl’s hand landed in an inappropriate spot, touching something far too soft.

Ji Yilian acted as if she didn’t notice, her eyes drooping slightly with a hint of amusement, her lips curving into a smile.

Ahhh! Yan Liu recoiled as if burned, snatching her hand back.

She nearly shrank into a corner like a frightened quail, her face burning fiercely.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that Ji Yilian was teasing her.

What’s going on? Why is she suddenly being so aggressive?

“Be serious, Ji Yilian!” Yan Liu hissed, her voice laced with embarrassment and annoyance, like a flustered little fox on the verge of squeaking in a corner.

Watching Yan Liu’s reaction only made Ji Yilian’s heart itch even more intensely.

“What would be considered proper?” Ji Yilian asked, her gaze lifting slightly as she stared earnestly at Yan Liu.

Yan Liu seemed perpetually prone to shyness. Even the slightest reduction in distance would be immediately noticed by the perceptive young woman. Sometimes, when Ji Yilian pressed too closely, Yan Liu would even grow angry, glaring with her dewy apricot eyes, her beautiful lashes fluttering like tiny brushes.

Seeing Ji Yilian’s earnest desire to learn, Yan Liu paused to consider before speaking seriously.

“First, when you speak to me, maintain an appropriate distance.” She began counting off the rules on her delicate, pale fingers.

“Second, your… the way you look at me—control it. Tone it down. Don’t stare at me like that all the time.”

Ji Yilian’s naturally aloof demeanor meant she usually regarded others as if they were mere stones. This only made the burning intensity of her gaze when directed at Yan Liu all the more striking.

Could you imagine a snow-capped mountain, once frozen solid, suddenly erupting into flames and transforming into a volcano?

Sometimes, Yan Liu found Ji Yilian’s current enthusiasm overwhelming.

Having never been in a relationship, Yan Liu struggled with such close proximity.

But to win Ji Yilian over, she had to adapt to these intimate moments.

After Yan Liu listed two reasons, Ji Yilian showed no reaction, only staring intently at the girl with a raised eyebrow.

“Anything else?” she asked, her curiosity piqued by what Yan Liu might say next.

Yan Liu’s heart skipped a beat under that gaze, leaving her feeling strangely vulnerable.

Forcing herself to maintain composure, she gripped the aircraft’s hatch behind her, her voice crisp.

“And… I like girlfriends who listen to me.”

Ji Yilian’s unpredictable behavior left Yan Liu feeling insecure.

Take, for example, that kiss at the underwater restaurant.

The memory still filled her with resentment and embarrassment.

As the girl brooded, her eyes grew watery again. She leaned forward and bit Ji Yilian’s wrist.

“Why did you kiss me? You’re not even my girlfriend! You just took advantage of me—you’re a jerk!”

She had been pursued by countless admirers since childhood, yet she had never accepted a single confession, and no one had ever dared to make a move on her.

But Ji Yilian had dared to do that to her.

Great Scumbag A! Villain!

Ji Yilian’s heart softened instantly.

How could anyone be so adorable?

One moment Yan Liu was fiercely lecturing her, the next she was suddenly looking aggrieved, her bright, glistening eyes fixed on Ji Yilian, making her heart flutter. Then, without warning, Yan Liu leaned in and bit her.

But how much could it hurt?

Even after Ji Yilian had personally taught Yan Liu combat techniques, the girl had never been able to inflict the slightest injury on her.

Ji Yilian even relaxed the muscles in her wrist, letting Yan Liu vent her frustration with the bite.

What’s more, in that moment, she couldn’t help but notice the softness of the girl’s moist lips and the firmness of her pearly teeth.

This inevitably brought back memories of that sweet kiss.

Yan Liu really was incredibly sweet.

“Are you done? If you keep biting me, I’ll lose my self-control,” Ji Yilian said earnestly, telling the truth.