Always Chasing My White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 1

Heat, the kind that threatens to consume a person whole.

August, the hottest season of the year. Ruan Yang lay on her bed, yet even with the air conditioning turned to its lowest setting, she felt as though her entire body was burning up.

Why was this happening?

She loosened her collar, exposing her smooth shoulders.

This feverish sensation seemed to have started after she returned home from class. In fact, she had already felt unusually thirsty on the way back. The moment she entered her room, she immediately turned on the AC.

But instead of cooling down, the blast of cold air only made her feel hotter. Every inch of her skin was desperately craving some kind of contact.

Her nape, her nape was especially hot and itchy.

Was she running a fever?

Ruan Yang’s muddled mind couldn’t process much. Her thoughts were a chaotic mess, and all she wanted was to drink some ice-cold water.

From outside came the faint sound of light footsteps, followed by the rich scent of roses like a single, proud rose blooming amidst a blizzard.

Ruan Yang’s breath suddenly hitched, and an odd, restless heat surged through her body. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness struck her. With a thud, she collapsed onto the floor.

The footsteps outside paused. For some reason, Ruan Yang’s hearing had become unusually sharp. She could hear the clinking of ice cubes in a glass, and then the owner of the footsteps stopped right outside her door.

Knock, knock. Two raps on the door. Someone outside called her name, “Ruan Yang? Are you okay?”

A glass of water sat on the nightstand. Beads of sweat formed on Ruan Yang’s forehead as she reached for it.

When no response came, the clear, melodious voice outside rose slightly in pitch. “Ruan Yang?”

Before the words had even fully faded, a shattering sound came from inside the room, followed by a muffled groan, someone had collided with something hard.

Xu Zhiyi frowned. Without another thought, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

As soon as the lights flickered on, what greeted her was Ruan Yang sprawled on the floor, her eyes dazed and her delicate face scrunched up as she rubbed the reddened spot on her forehead where she had bumped into the nightstand.

Ruan Yang’s face was flushed, her clothes disheveled. Her blouse had slipped down past her shoulders for some reason, revealing a tantalizing curve that glowed temptingly under the warm yellow light. Her long, dark hair clung to her neck and shoulders, damp from the water spilled on her. Sitting amidst shattered ceramic fragments, she exuded a dangerous allure.

Struck by such a sight, Xu Zhiyi arched a brow, her red lips curling into a smirk. Casually, she swirled the glass of ice water in her hand.

After taking her time to admire the scene, she finally blinked her spring-like eyes and asked softly, “Oh my, what happened here?”

As she spoke, she caught the thick scent of pinewood in the air. Xu Zhiyi inwardly scoffed.

This little brat.

Xu Zhiyi’s voice was like a masterful summoning spell, its drawn-out tone pulling half of Ruan Yang’s consciousness back to reality.

Ruan Yang’s eyes snapped open, but the moment she saw it was Xu Zhiyi standing there, her face turned even redder, like a boiled lobster.

“G-get out!” After a long silence, Ruan Yang turned her face away, practically gritting her teeth as she spat out the words, as though struggling to hold something back.

Why?

Why, of all people, did it have to be Xu Zhiyi who saw her like this?

The air seemed to rise a few degrees from Ruan Yang’s scorching heat. Xu Zhiyi had been silently watching, but upon hearing those words, she suddenly let out a derisive laugh.

“You’re telling me to leave?” She sounded as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke. “This is my house, Yangyang.”

Perhaps it was a particular word that struck a nerve, but Ruan Yang suddenly began trembling all over, her breathing visibly growing heavier.

This reaction seemed to amuse Xu Zhiyi.

Her red-nail-polished fingertips lightly tapped the glass twice before she took a small sip of the ice water. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, she mischievously continued calling, “Yangyang, Yangyang, Yang, Yang!”

With each call, Ruan Yang’s body trembled even more, her head bowing lower.

Finally, just as Ruan Yang seemed on the verge of breaking, Xu Zhiyi mercifully stopped her teasing.

Ruan Yang’s shirt had slipped down to her waist from her movements, revealing large swathes of her jade-like back to Xu Zhiyi. At some point, she had grabbed a shard of broken porcelain from the floor to suppress her impulses, and a few drops of blood had fallen to the ground, making her skin appear even paler, an indescribable mix of beauty and tension.

The smile on Xu Zhiyi’s lips suddenly froze. For some reason, she felt an inexplicable urge that no one else should see Ruan Yang like this. Shocked by her own thoughts, she “kindly” turned off the light and shook her glass again.

Amid the clinking of ice cubes, Xu Zhiyi stepped closer to Ruan Yang. Gently, she took hold of Ruan Yang’s hand, prying her fingers open one by one to remove the porcelain shard before placing her own glass of ice water into Ruan Yang’s palm.

After doing all this, Xu Zhiyi stood up, her gaze toward the girl on the floor complex somewhere between pity and hatred.

She suddenly laughed. “The night is still long. You’ll just have to endure it slowly.”

She knew everything, yet she refused to say a word to the girl before her. Because this was the daughter of the woman who had shattered her family.

Even if Ruan Yang’s mother had never actually married her father, she would never forgive them.

With that, Xu Zhiyi turned and walked toward the door.

But before she could take two steps, she felt a hand seize her wrist. Before she could react, she was yanked onto the bed with overwhelming force.

A gasp rose in her throat, only to be abruptly muffled by a hand.

In the darkness, Ruan Yang’s heart pounded like a drum. One hand clutched the glass of ice water, the other pinned Xu Zhiyi down, her ink-black eyes staring at the face before her with near obsession.

“Miss?” A knock came at the door again, the housekeeper, having heard the commotion inside, was checking in. “Miss, is everything alright?”

The body in her arms was far softer than she had imagined, and a fire seemed to ignite in Ruan Yang’s chest. She traced the contours of those brows and eyes in her mind, as if delirious from the heat, before finally rasping out, “N-no, it’s nothing.”

Her own voice startled her with its hoarseness.

Reassured by Ruan Yang’s response, the housekeeper muttered a few words under her breath before leaving.

Silence returned to the room.

By the faint moonlight streaming in, Xu Zhiyi could clearly see Ruan Yang’s current actions. She had already regained her composure.

She didn’t struggle, simply watching as Ruan Yang drank the ice water she had handed over earlier. Ruan Yang’s body was burning hot, like a furnace, a perfectly normal phenomenon for someone undergoing differentiation.

But for Ruan Yang to only start differentiating now…

What would this little brat differentiate into? For once, Xu Zhiyi felt a rare flicker of curiosity.

When Ruan Yang finally finished the ice water, Xu Zhiyi reached out and pushed her lightly. “Now that you’ve finished drinking, can you let go?”

Just touching Ruan Yang’s body felt scorching. Xu Zhiyi was about to withdraw her hand when Ruan Yang suddenly threw the glass to the floor, freeing her hand to grip Xu Zhiyi’s wrist again.

The crimson at Xu Zhiyi’s fingertips seemed to ignite a fire in Ruan Yang’s eyes.

“You!” Xu Zhiyi frowned, but before she could say anything, Ruan Yang abruptly leaned in and kissed her lips.

Even Xu Zhiyi, who had seen all sorts of scenes in the entertainment industry, couldn’t help but freeze in surprise.

Ruan Yang’s lips were soft, and there was still a piece of ice in her mouth. Taking advantage of Xu Zhiyi’s momentary daze, Ruan Yang transferred the ice into her mouth.

By the time the ice had melted, the room seemed filled with an invisible, thick, and sticky syrup, enveloping them both.

Xu Zhiyi’s gaze was no longer as clear as before, but she still let out a laugh whether out of anger or cold mockery, it was hard to tell.

“What are you doing? Do you even remember that I’m your sis, mmph.”

Before Xu Zhiyi could finish, Ruan Yang’s eyes darkened at the half-spoken words, and she kissed her again.

Unlike the first time, this kiss was more fervent and obsessive. Ruan Yang held her tighter and tighter, as if trying to press her entire body into her embrace.

As the kiss trailed downward, Xu Zhiyi’s half-hearted struggles gradually ceased, her hands coming to rest on Ruan Yang’s lower back.

It was unclear whether it was rejection or acquiescence.

Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting its glow over the shards of glass and ceramic scattered across the floor.

A night of indulgence.

When Ruan Yang woke the next morning, the first thing she noticed was the overwhelming scent of pinewood filling the room.

She had slept soundly, her body feeling incredibly comfortable, as if the discomfort from the night before had been nothing but an illusion.

Ruan Yang exhaled in relief and was about to reach for her phone to check the time when she suddenly realized there was someone lying beside her.

Xu Zhiyi!

Memories of the previous night flooded Ruan Yang’s mind like a tidal wave, and her expression shifted dramatically.

Especially when her gaze drifted downward, spotting the scattered, ambiguous red marks on Xu Zhiyi’s neck and collarbone. For a moment, she felt as though her soul had twisted in on itself.

How had this happened?

Hadn’t everything last night just been a dream?

Just as she was lost in self-doubt, the woman beside her stirred slightly.

Before even opening her eyes, Xu Zhiyi frowned and pressed a hand to her neck, her voice slightly hoarse. “Rein in your pheromones.”

Pheromones?

This overwhelming scent in the room was pheromones?

Ruan Yang was uncharacteristically embarrassed. She remained frozen in place on the bed, unsure of what to do next.

The unusual silence slowly brought Xu Zhiyi back to her senses. As she opened her eyes, she saw Ruan Yang sitting beside her with a face ashen with an indescribable look of horror.

Xu Zhiyi’s expression also darkened, but having spent years in the entertainment industry, she quickly regained her composure and even managed to put on a smile.

She sat up and began dressing with fluid, unselfconscious movements. The marks on her body, especially the faint bite mark on the nape of her neck, shimmered under the sunlight filtering through the curtains like golden-edged flowers.

A faint scent of pinewood, identical to the lingering aroma in the room, wafted from her.

Ruan Yang stared blankly as Xu Zhiyi dressed. She felt she ought to say something, but the reality before her, compounded with everything that had happened the night before, left her utterly at a loss for words.

An accident? Was this all just an accident?

But whose accident looked like this?

She had even given Xu Zhiyi a temporary mark last night!

While Ruan Yang was lost in thought, Xu Zhiyi had already finished dressing. If not for the scattered red marks on her neck, she still looked every bit the angelic figure the industry hailed as the epitome of pure allure.

“Good girl,” Xu Zhiyi murmured, her lips curving as she lightly brushed Ruan Yang’s cheek with her fingertips. Though she smiled, her eyes held a frost that seemed millennia old.

The next moment, Xu Zhiyi spoke again, and with each word, Ruan Yang’s heart grew colder.

“Don’t overthink it. We just slept together, that’s all,” she said.

“I have no interest in kids like you.”

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