Always Chasing My White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 66

A low, husky singing drifted from the next room, drawn-out and melodic, like a love song.

Amidst the melody, Xu Zhiyi lowered her head once more, her eyes seductive and half-lidded.

She arched her back, closing the already small distance between her and Ruan Yang until their bodies were pressed together seamlessly. “That doesn’t matter,” she whispered.

Bringing her lips close to Ruan Yang’s ear, she repeated, “That doesn’t matter.”

What mattered was,

You came here.

Ruan Yang’s eyelashes fluttered. She gripped Xu Zhiyi’s waist, intending to push her away to see her expression, but Xu Zhiyi spoke again, halting her movement. “What about you?”

“Why did you come looking for me here?”

Trapped between Ruan Yang and the sofa, Xu Zhiyi sat astride Ruan Yang’s lap, her legs parted, unable to move freely.

As her arms shifted slightly, the elegant curve of her shoulder blades swayed like the wings of a butterfly newly emerged from its cocoon, ready to take flight.

Ruan Yang’s grip on her slender waist tightened, like a lock that had long been discarded. With a slight lift of her knee, Xu Zhiyi melted against her, soft and pliant.

“You haven’t answered me,” Ruan Yang murmured, her voice tinged with the haze of alcohol yet retaining a sliver of clarity. “Answer me first, then I’ll answer you.”

Each pressed their own question, an invisible contest of wills. Xu Zhiyi fell silent, ultimately the first to yield.

“She’s gone,” she said quietly. “Do you care about someone else?”

Instead of replying, Ruan Yang lifted Xu Zhiyi and placed her on the sofa, then knelt on one knee between her legs.

“I don’t,” Ruan Yang denied. Now at eye level, she cupped Xu Zhiyi’s chin.

“I do,” Xu Zhiyi murmured, her nose brushing against Ruan Yang’s. She closed her eyes as if to hide some emotion, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol. “Didn’t you agree with her?”

The question seemed abrupt and confusing. Ruan Yang frowned, replaying Xu Zhiyi’s words in her mind.

For no apparent reason, she thought of Qu Shanshan, who had seemed unusually tense earlier that day.

But she showed no sign of it, instead probing gently, “Agree to what?”

All the while, her eyes remained fixed on Xu Zhiyi’s face, watching for the slightest change in expression.

The moment she finished speaking, Xu Zhiyi suddenly looked up, her eyes flickering with something unreadable.

Meeting Ruan Yang’s searching gaze, Xu Zhiyi quickly averted her eyes, lowering them again as she shook her head slightly. “Mm… I don’t know.”

Leaning back against the sofa, she took Ruan Yang’s hand, the one still cupping her chin and guided it upward, pressing Ruan Yang’s fingertips against her own lower lip.

“Do you want to kiss?” Her red lips curved into a subtle smile, like a silent invitation.

“Xu Zhiyi,” Ruan Yang’s eyes narrowed, her voice dropping lower. “You’re drunk.”

She stated it as a fact. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Aside from their susceptible periods, she and Xu Zhiyi had rarely shared such intimate physical contact.

This was the first time, outside of those moments, that Xu Zhiyi had spoken to her like this even if she was intoxicated.

But words spoken under the influence of alcohol were something Ruan Yang did not need.

“I know,” Xu Zhiyi sighed softly, studying Ruan Yang for a moment before speaking, almost as if to provoke her. “If you don’t kiss me, then give the glass back to me.”

With that, she reached out again to snatch the wine glass from the table.

But Ruan Yang leaned in, blocking her movement.

The close proximity made them almost share the same breath. Ruan Yang stared intently at Xu Zhiyi’s lips, and after a long pause, she finally spoke, “Do you know what this means?”

Xu Zhiyi abruptly froze.

Her eyes grew hazy, and her voice dropped to a near-whisper, yet each word struck deeply into both their hearts. She said, “I know.”

But before the sound of her words could fully fade, they were swallowed by a burning, fervent kiss.

Ruan Yang suddenly lowered her head, pressing her lips against Xu Zhiyi’s.

She gripped Xu Zhiyi’s jaw, forcing her to look up. In the pitch-black darkness, only the scents of two entirely different pheromones intertwined.

In the past, their relationship had only allowed them to be intimate in the dark. Now, even though they were still in the shadows, Ruan Yang felt as if she could faintly see a glimmer of light.

Xu Zhiyi’s response made her deepen the kiss, both forceful and tender, as if the entire universe were spinning while only they remained still in place.

It was as if the vast cosmos had shattered, leaving only their small planet behind.

This was likely the most lingering kiss they had ever shared. Ruan Yang didn’t stop, and Xu Zhiyi seemed to have lost her senses.

Xu Zhiyi was kissed until her entire body went weak, her arms and legs limp. Just as she was about to collapse into Ruan Yang’s embrace, she noticed that the person tightly holding her suddenly let out a muffled groan.

It didn’t sound like pleasure more like she was enduring something.

Xu Zhiyi regained a sliver of sobriety from her drunken state. Sensing that Ruan Yang seemed to be trembling slightly, she abruptly opened her eyes and pushed her away, only then realizing that Ruan Yang had, at some point, placed a hand on her stomach.

Her face was no longer flushed as before; instead, it had taken on a pale, almost sickly hue.

Xu Zhiyi hurriedly stood up from Ruan Yang’s embrace and instinctively reached out to touch her forehead, her voice urgent. “What’s wrong with you?”

A thin layer of sweat had formed on Ruan Yang’s forehead, glistening faintly. She slumped weakly onto the sofa, bending over slightly.

When she didn’t respond, Xu Zhiyi grew more alert and sat down beside her, asking, “Where does it hurt? Your stomach?”

Only after she asked again did Ruan Yang look up at her. Her brows were furrowed in pain, and her voice was hoarse as she replied, “Yeah, stomachache.”

Just as Xu Zhiyi was about to ask if she had eaten something bad, Ruan Yang seemed to guess her question and spoke first, “The dinner I just had was very spicy. It upset my stomach.”

At these words, Xu Zhiyi’s expression quickly stiffened.

Half-sober now, she quickly recalled the conversation she’d had with Qu Shanshan.

She stood up, patted her cheeks, and glanced around, only to remember they were in a bar, there wouldn’t be any stomach medicine here.

Feeling a pang of guilt, Xu Zhiyi looked at Ruan Yang, growing even more anxious. She hurriedly went to support Ruan Yang’s arm and asked, “Are you in a lot of pain? Should I take you to the hospital? Or should I have someone go buy some stomach medicine for you?”

During this time, Ruan Yang had been closely watching Xu Zhiyi’s expression. Now, seeing her flustered and speaking in a tone that seemed to be trying to make amends, a faint, almost imperceptible chuckle escaped from her throat.

But it vanished in an instant, stifled by the pain in her stomach.

With one hand pressed against her abdomen and the other gripping Xu Zhiyi’s wrist, her eyes held a mix of complicated emotions.

“You’re really something,” she said.

Xu Zhiyi’s hand trembled at the touch, and her pupils contracted slightly in shock. Her red lips parted as if she wanted to explain herself to Ruan Yang.

But her gaze wavered for a moment before settling back on Ruan Yang’s face. “I am something,” she said.

So what if she was?

If it weren’t for the pain, Ruan Yang would have curled her lips into a smile, her eyes tinged with amusement.

But her stomach hurt too much. She could only bend over, letting out a muffled groan.

“It’s fine,” she whispered softly. “I like it.”

“What?” Xu Zhiyi didn’t catch what Ruan Yang said. Seeing her bend even lower, Xu Zhiyi’s mind went blank.

The thought that Ruan Yang was in such pain because of her made her bite her lip, forcing herself to stay calm. Ruan Yang needed to go to the hospital, but Xu Zhiyi had been drinking and couldn’t drive.

So she called Jiangjiang again, urging her to bring the car to the front of the bar as quickly as possible.

After hanging up, Xu Zhiyi put on her mask and hat, her voice trembling as she said to Ruan Yang, “Let’s go. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Ruan Yang didn’t refuse. Leaning on Xu Zhiyi for support, she stood up and then rested against her.

Xu Zhiyi helped her downstairs. The lower floor was dim and noisy, the pounding beats and blaring music assaulting everyone’s eardrums. No one noticed the two of them making their way toward the exit in the corner.

By the time they stepped outside, Jiangjiang had just pulled up in front of them. She rolled down the window, glanced at Ruan Yang, who was bent over with her head resting on Xu Zhiyi’s shoulder, and waved. “Zhiyi, get in quickly!”

Xu Zhiyi helped Ruan Yang into the car, and Jiangjiang immediately drove off toward the nearest hospital.

Throughout the ride, Ruan Yang remained pressed against Xu Zhiyi. Listening to her suppressed groans, Xu Zhiyi reached up to wipe the sweat from her forehead, unable to hold back her anxiety. “Can’t you drive any faster?”

“This is the fastest I can go, Zhiyi,” Jiangjiang said helplessly.

Xu Zhiyi knew her worry was pointless, but she couldn’t help it.

“I’m so cold,” Ruan Yang suddenly murmured.

“Cold?” Xu Zhiyi touched Ruan Yang’s forehead. It felt warm, but she had been drinking and wasn’t sure if she could trust her own judgment.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Ruan Yang, trying to warm her in the simplest way possible.

“Be good, you won’t be cold like this. Just hang on a little longer.”

Perhaps the familiar scent comforted Ruan Yang. She didn’t speak again, only nuzzled lightly against Xu Zhiyi’s shoulder before stilling.

Xu Zhiyi held her even tighter.

The hospital was quite far. By the time they arrived, Xu Zhiyi had Jiangjiang check Ruan Yang was running a fever.

The two hurriedly helped Ruan Yang to the emergency room. After a preliminary examination, the doctor turned to Xu Zhiyi and said, “It’s likely acute gastritis.”

Xu Zhiyi’s face, hidden behind her mask, turned pale. “Is it serious?”

“It’s not too serious, but it’s best to stay in the hospital overnight for observation.”

The doctor said he needed to run a few more tests on Ruan Yang before prescribing medication and administering injections. Xu Zhiyi nodded. “Thank you for your hard work.”

To avoid causing a commotion, Xu Zhiyi requested a private room for Ruan Yang. She stayed inside to keep watch while Jiang Jiang went to handle the payments and collect the medical reports.

The room was quiet. Ruan Yang slept soundly on the hospital bed, and Xu Zhiyi sat beside her, staring blankly at her face.

It was all her fault.

She couldn’t help but think that if she hadn’t told Qu Shanshan that Ruan Yang could eat spicy food, Ruan Yang wouldn’t have ended up in the hospital tonight.

She had paid too little attention to Ruan Yang in daily life, failing to notice that she couldn’t handle spicy food at all.

Lost in her thoughts, Xu Zhiyi lowered her gaze, sinking into deep self-blame. She reached out to hold Ruan Yang’s hand but paused when a phone notification sounded.

The sound came from Ruan Yang’s jacket, which was draped over a nearby chair.

Ruan Yang was now a director, and Xu Zhiyi worried it might be something urgent. She quickly stood up and retrieved the phone from the jacket pocket.

The screen lit up, showing a message from Qu Shanshan. Without unlocking the phone, she couldn’t see the full content only the notification preview.

Xu Zhiyi’s breath hitched.

She knew she should put the phone down and return to Ruan Yang’s side.

But the alcohol in her system hadn’t completely worn off. She stared at the notification for several minutes, ultimately unable to resist her curiosity.

She turned back to the bed, used Ruan Yang’s fingerprint to unlock the phone, and opened the chat with Qu Shanshan.

[Senior, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. It took me a great deal of courage to ask you out for dinner today. I might not muster this much courage again for a long time, so I’ve decided to tell you this now. I know you were busy earlier and might still be occupied. I hope this message doesn’t disturb you. During dinner, what I really wanted to say was that I like you. I’m not sure how these feelings developed, but they came so suddenly and intensely. Strangely, I don’t resist these emotions instead, I feel happy about them. My hands are trembling as I type this. I long to see you again and tell you how I feel in person. Whether you accept or reject me, I hope you’ll wait until we meet to give me your answer. Good night.]

As soon as the chat opened, these words flooded Xu Zhiyi’s vision.

She didn’t know how many times she read them maybe many, maybe just two or three but by the time she realized she could recite every word and punctuation mark, she closed her eyes and let her hand, still clutching the phone, fall to her side.

Two voices warred within her: one loudly condemning her for the despicable act of snooping, while the other, fueled by alcohol, compelled her to read the message again.

Her fingers trembled as she long-pressed the message, hovering over the “delete” option.

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