The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Feng Chengling

 

After Song Yuyan finished speaking, he waited for the system to respond—but unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, it vanished.

 

Must’ve gotten shy.

 

Why does a machine need so many human emotions anyway? Doesn’t it know there are a lot of bad people in this world?

 

His exchange with the system didn’t take much time.

 

When Song Yuyan came back to his senses, Feng Chengling was still there, lips pressed together, saying nothing.

 

But Feng Chengling’s slightly more serious demeanor made Song Yuyan feel like he’d discovered a new continent—filled with curiosity and joy.

 

Song Yuyan leaned in. “I said you’re someone who loves deeply. Aren’t you going to react?”

 

Feng Chengling looked at him, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing up and down twice.

 

It made you want to bite it. Song Yuyan knew he couldn’t, so his gaze drifted away.

 

Feng Chengling said in a deep voice, “Time will prove you right.”

 

Song Yuyan looked up at him. “That’s it?”

 

Feng Chengling: “Mm.”

 

Although Feng Chengling didn’t say much, Song Yuyan noticed the way he looked at him—those burning eyes, dark pupils filled with unspoken emotion and desire. It said more than enough.

 

Song Yuyan leaned back slightly. The faint brush of contact between them made the surrounding air suddenly feel hotter.

 

Feng Chengling pressed his lips together. His eyes were deep as he inched forward cautiously, testing the waters.

 

As their bodies grew closer, the temperature seemed to rise even more.

 

It felt like he was in the middle of a desert, and Song Yuyan was the only oasis in sight.

 

The oasis sprouted vibrant green shoots, lush and juicy. His soul was parched, his lips cracked.

 

Feng Chengling didn’t know whether he should think this way, but right now, he was just a traveler—one yearning to have.

 

He had finally come upon the oasis, the green growth reaching for him, beckoning.

 

Of course… he wanted more. Greed had always been his instinct.

 

They were already sitting close together, having found an empty classroom earlier. It felt like they were the only ones in the whole room.

 

Song Yuyan licked his lips. The timing, the atmosphere—everything was perfect. If Feng Chengling wanted to make a move, would he reject him? Or… reject him?

 

Feng Chengling leaned in. His movements were slow, almost too cautious. Yet somehow, there was a magnetic pull around him. Was it because he was too handsome? Or was it because of how gently he moved? Compared to his delicate actions, his expression held a kind of resolute intensity.

 

That stark contrast pinned Song Yuyan in place.

 

He didn’t know whether it was Feng Chengling’s charm clouding his mind or if something deeper inside him—something he hadn’t fully understood—was awakening.

 

Feng Chengling gently grasped his slender wrist and bent down to place a soft kiss on it.

 

The touch of cool lips on his wrist made that patch of skin suddenly hypersensitive.

 

Feng Chengling’s lips were thin and cold—whether it was the weather outside or just his natural temperature, Song Yuyan wasn’t sure.

 

Feng Chengling looked up, brow slightly raised, his voice husky. “You didn’t pull away just now, so…”

 

Song Yuyan yanked his hand back. He had his wrist back under his control, and with that, his confidence returned.

 

“So what? I just forgot to dodge, alright? I was startled by your sudden move—got a problem?”

 

“My bad,” Feng Chengling said. “It won’t happen again.”

 

In that moment, his handsome features seemed softened by a gentle glow.

 

Where Song Yuyan couldn’t see, Feng Chengling bit his tongue lightly with satisfaction.

 

That had been just a test. Next time, he wouldn’t hold back. He’d kiss his cheek. And if he cried, he’d lick away his tears one by one.

 

But no, that wouldn’t do. Not unless he knew Song Yuyan liked him too. Only then would he have the right to do that.

 

…

 

For the next few days, Song Yuyan tried to avoid studying with Feng Chengling.

 

Not for any serious reason—he just feared Feng Chengling might keep tempting him. He didn’t want to break character and start suffering through love right now.

 

Instead, Feng Chengling had suddenly grown a little clingy. Well, maybe not “clingy,” but compared to before, the number of messages from Feng Chengling definitely increased.

 

Including but not limited to daily “Good morning” and “Good night” texts, along with him sharing bits of his daily life.

 

Feng Chengling’s daily updates were… admittedly pretty dry, but the gentle intimacy in them made Song Yuyan secretly happy.

 

Like today—Feng Chengling sent a message saying he’d found a book in the library that would be perfect for expanding Song Yuyan’s field knowledge.

 

Feng Chengling: “At the library?”

 

Feng Chengling: “I borrowed the book. I’ll bring it to you. 😊”

 

Feng Chengling stood on the library steps with the book in hand. His fingers were red from the cold, his face pale.

 

After sending the message, he stuffed his phone in his pocket.

 

In a place no one could see, he almost wanted to cover his face.

 

Too embarrassing—but if this helped him… Mm, if this was a necessary step in chasing his person, he could do it. Heck, next time, he could be even more embarrassing.

 

On the other end, Song Yuyan stared at the message, stunned.

 

When he finally processed it, it felt like fireworks exploded in his brain.

 

Feng Chengling sent a sticker? And not just any sticker—a cute one?!

 

It was an adorable animated emoji: a little critter formed a heart with both hands, then tossed the heart, which split into two red hearts before vanishing…

 

Who the heck invented this masterpiece of a gif?!

 

Feng Chengling, ahahaha Feng Chengling—he’s too cute, this doesn’t match his image at all!

 

Song Yuyan: “Do you know how shameful it is to act cute?”

 

Song Yuyan: “Be serious. I’m on my way. 🐰”

 

Feeling bad for teasing him too hard, Song Yuyan also sent back a super cute, illegal-level sticker—a bunny speeding through traffic on a shopping cart, smoke puffing behind it to show how fast it was rushing.

 

When Song Yuyan arrived, Feng Chengling had already regained his cool expression. Whether it was his strong self-control or whether Song Yuyan’s cute reply soothed him, it was hard to tell.

 

But it had some effect.

 

Song Yuyan remembered Feng Chengling used to stand in conspicuous spots. But now, he was hiding in a quiet corner.

 

Wow. Thinking about Feng Chengling’s current state of mind, that silly bunny gif reappeared in Song Yuyan’s head.

 

His fingers were itching to send more.

 

Feng Chengling didn’t ask why Song Yuyan had been avoiding him, which was a relief.

 

He took the book and entered the library with him.

 

The aura around Feng Chengling visibly softened.

 

“I thought you weren’t going to study with me today,” Feng Chengling said, fingers twitching in a hidden corner.

 

Feng Chengling was an adult. He knew some questions shouldn’t be asked, because asking might only make things more awkward.

 

But he could take a different approach.

 

He wouldn’t press for answers. But he also couldn’t let their chemistry get swept under the rug.

 

He wanted to bring Song Yuyan back to that day’s atmosphere.

 

Feng Chengling lowered his head, looking at him. Song Yuyan pursed his lips. His full lips had a single lip pearl, which made them look even more perfect… and tempting.

 

And the worst part? He had no idea.

 

A fair, innocent face, drawing people into sin.

 

Clearly, Song Yuyan was also thinking of that day.

 

The air between them grew hazy again.

 

He looked up at Feng Chengling. So he wants to make me shy? As if.

 

He wasn’t as pure as he looked. He wasn’t the jasmine flower Feng Chengling thought he was.

 

That’s one reason he’d never fall for a male lead—because he only ever showed them one side of himself.

 

People have many sides. He wasn’t sure if the person they loved was the real him.

 

How could anyone love all of him? Since he couldn’t be sure, he wouldn’t give his whole heart.

 

He nudged the snow near his foot. His shoes were white. The snow was white.

 

He glanced up. “I’m already here.”

 

Feng Chengling gave a low “Mm.”

 

There it was again. Every time Feng Chengling felt special, Song Yuyan would say something to keep him humble—reminding him he’d treat anyone the same.

 

Feng Chengling’s jaw tightened.

 

So what? Did he think that would make him retreat?

 

No chance.

 

Song Yuyan could tell what Feng Chengling was thinking.

 

“You’re not ‘anyone.’ I was just talking nonsense,” he said, raising a hand toward Feng Chengling’s face, gesturing. “You’re better looking anyway.”

 

Suddenly, Feng Chengling grabbed his fingertips and pulled them toward his face.

 

“What’s the point of gesturing? If you want to touch me, you can.”

 

His voice was husky, deep, and laced with temptation. “Anywhere you want. Forehead, eyebrows—”

 

He guided Song Yuyan’s fingers across his forehead and slowly down his brow.

 

Song Yuyan felt his fingertips heat up.

 

And this was just the start?

 

He was blushing already? What would happen if they really ended up together and things escalated? Would he cry?

 

No. He wouldn’t let him cry.

 

Feng Chengling’s steady hands continued guiding his fingers down to his lashes.

 

He closed his eyes but didn’t stop.

 

Feng Chengling’s voice was low, calm, even cold—but inside, he was barely holding it together.

 

“Lashes, eyes, nose… lips.”

 

This was the first time Song Yuyan had touched someone’s face so intimately.

 

Feng Chengling’s lips were thin. Cold and handsome—he looked like the heartless type.

 

And yet, the supposed heartless man had fallen—fallen into a devil who lured others into sin.

 

“Isn’t this… a bit much?” Song Yuyan muttered, then instantly regretted it.

 

He yanked his hand back in embarrassment.

 

“It’s not ‘too much.’ It’s a reward,” Feng Chengling said through clenched teeth, fighting to keep his body from trembling with excitement.

 

Song Yuyan’s entire face turned red.

 

Feng Chengling’s a bit of a perv. The old him wasn’t like this. But somewhere along the way, he’d become more direct, more bold—at least with him.

 

Song Yuyan buried his face in his scarf.

 

Even his lips had to be hidden.

 

His voice came out muffled. “Stop talking. Let’s just go.”

 

He turned toward the library.

 

After a few steps, he heard footsteps behind him.

 

Feng Chengling caught up.

 

He couldn’t push too hard all at once. Not just because Song Yuyan couldn’t handle it—he couldn’t either.

 

Feng Chengling brushed his lips with his fingers, eyes dark.

 

The two of them entered the library.

 

Many seats were already occupied, which gave Song Yuyan a small sense of relief.

 

He needed this kind of crowd.

 

Since their “talk,” Feng Chengling had become dangerously aggressive.

 

Song Yuyan found a seat. Feng Chengling naturally sat beside him.

 

To Song Yuyan’s relief, Feng Chengling didn’t say anything flirtatious after that.

 

He was fully focused on helping with his studies.

 

He’d even prepared notes. His textbooks were marked with important highlights.

 

Whenever Song Yuyan didn’t understand something, Feng Chengling patiently explained.

 

By the time he came back to himself, Song Yuyan realized—this man’s charm wasn’t just in his words.

 

…

 

After the lesson, across the aisle, two girls’ excited voices carried over.

 

“Really? A new comic from Yi Lu the Great?”

 

“Ahhhh, I’m freaking out too. Yi-da used to draw slice-of-life, but now it’s a full story! Two male leads who live so close… but can’t see each other. I was so anxious watching it!”

 

The girl in the green sweatshirt clutched her chest, smiling mysteriously. “But they finally meet. Fate is amazing. They’re going to have a beautiful future.”

 

“Someone asked Yi-da, and he said they live happily ever after! It was all the best arrangement.”

 

“Thank god! I’m still traumatized by all the heartbreak he used to draw…”

 

Song Yuyan: “Yi Lu… is his comic really that famous?”

 

He was lying on the desk resting, but curiosity made him pick up his phone and search.

 

System: “Host, sometimes knowing too much isn’t a good thing.”

 

Song Yuyan: “Coming from you, you totally looked it up first out of curiosity, right?”

 

When the system didn’t deny it, Song Yuyan knew he was right.

 

Song Yuyan: “You really don’t understand humans. Like me—I was born to rebel.”

 

The ever-rebellious Song Yuyan found Yi Lu’s page—and when he saw the title of the new release, his finger froze.

 

—”Look Left, Look Right, Look Forward, Look Back”?