The Cold CEO Chases His White Moonlight - Chapter 14

Cool yet playful, with a hint of charm and a touch of affection.

Ji Zhiwei didn’t even need to look.

It was Gu Yunhui.

Why was Gu Yunhui here? Had she come to see her?

Her joy couldn’t be contained, spilling into the corners of her eyes and softening her gaze.

If it weren’t for the crowd of onlookers many students still staring blankly at Jing Tian, Ji Zhiwei would have thrown herself into Gu Yunhui’s arms without hesitation.

Just once.

Just this once.

She missed Gu Yunhui so much.

But Gu Yunhui turned out to be even bolder, directly wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Jing Tian’s pupils constricted sharply.

Who was this? Had Ji Zhiwei started dating someone?

No, there had been no rumors. Could this really be her sugar daddy?

But the way they acted together, so intimate, didn’t seem like that at all.

Jing Tian looked up at Ji Zhiwei again and saw an unmistakable smile on that perpetually cold facen ot to mention the affection written plainly in those golden eyes.

Affection. Dependence. Longing.

Jing Tian had taken a bit of psychology. With just one glance, she could read Ji Zhiwei’s emotions.

It was blinding. Jing Tian clenched the hem of her clothes so tightly that, had it not been for the fabric, her nails would have dug into her palms.

“No. She just had something to ask me.”

Unconsciously, Ji Zhiwei’s voice had changed, sounding more like it did when she was with Gu Yunhui during those moments.

The young girl still hadn’t learned to hide her feelings well. The overwhelming longing led to this, making Ji Zhiwei’s ears burn red as she bit her tongue to regain control.

“Oh? Asking if you’d date her?” Gu Yunhui had walked over instinctively.

She had come to see Principal Fu.

Of course, choosing this time also carried a hint of wanting to see what Ji Zhiwei was usually up to.

Though even she hadn’t realized that intention.

Her body moved faster than her mind. The moment she saw someone bothering Ji Zhiwei, her hand had already settled on the girl’s shoulder.

“Not at all. She was just asking about dorm stuff.”

“Um!” Jing Tian couldn’t take it anymore. Trembling, she forced herself to interrupt.

“May I ask who you are?”

Ji Zhiwei shot Jing Tian a strange look. What did it matter to Jing Tian who Gu Yunhui was to her?

“Me? I’m her sister.” Lover sister. Sugar daddy sister.

As she spoke, Gu Yunhui tightened her hold, nearly pulling Ji Zhiwei into her embrace.

Ji Zhiwei, flustered, lightly gripped Gu Yunhui’s collar, barely stopping herself from melting into her arms in front of everyone.

Jing Tian was too embarrassed to look.

So it was her sister. What had she been thinking?

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb Wei, I mean, Ji!” With that, she ran off.

Only then did Gu Yunhui let go, as if she had genuinely just been helping Ji Zhiwei fend off an admirer.

Ji Zhiwei even noticed her brushing off her clothes.

But at that moment, she was too happy to pay attention to such details.

“Sister Yun.” The girl waited obediently by her “sister’s” side, like an adorable puppy on a leash.

“Good girl. Busy this afternoon?” Gu Yunhui finally finished straightening her clothes, free of Ji Zhiwei’s traces, and only then did she bother to ask.

“No.” Ji Zhiwei answered without hesitation.

If Gu Yunhui had come to see her, even if she had plans, they’d be canceled.

“Shall we go, then?” Gu Yunhui glanced at her, her smile flawless. Ji Zhiwei’s cheeks flushed pink as she followed closely behind.

Since Gu Yunhui had claimed to be her sister, there was no need to hide anything now.

Great. Gu Yunhui still considered her feelings and didn’t outright say she was the sugar mommy.

Ji Zhiwei almost floated as she followed Gu Yunhui to the small villa.

Gu Yunhui had a driver, so she didn’t need to drive herself.

But she also didn’t sit in the same row as Ji Zhiwei.

The two of them sat one in front of the other, each lost in their own thoughts.

Ji Zhiwei’s mind was filled with indecent pink bubbles, imagining all sorts of things, both relevant and irrelevant.

Gu Yunhui, on the other hand, felt the road was unbearably long, how could it take so much time to get from the film school to the villa?

She had bought the place casually, opting for something cheap, not paying attention to the location or perhaps deliberately choosing a remote one.

Now she was annoyed that Ji Zhiwei was wasting her time.

She swore to herself that she would never go to the film school again.

Gu Yunhui viciously made the vow in her heart, running through dozens of ways to torment Ji Zhiwei, only one of which involved tenderness, filled with the guilt she buried deepest within.

Once they stepped inside, their eyes met, sparks crackling between them.

Gu Yunhui’s heat arrived right on schedule. No words were needed just action.

Gu Yunhui undid Ji Zhiwei’s clothes, but Ji Zhiwei suddenly grew bashful again.

“Sister Yun, I want to take a shower first.” Although Gu Yunhui mostly used her hands or toys, Ji Zhiwei felt sticky and uncomfortable. “Please!”

It was rare for Ji Zhiwei to act coquettish, and Gu Yunhui’s mind blanked for a moment.

“Tch, so troublesome. Hurry up.” Gu Yunhui’s mouth moved faster than her brain, agreeing to it.

Since she had to wash the new toy, Gu Yunhui didn’t join Ji Zhiwei.

They had done this so many times, yet shared baths were few and far between.

Partly because Ji Zhiwei usually prepared in advance, and partly because Gu Yunhui didn’t want to.

Last time had been a rare alignment of circumstances Gu Yunhui had been able to get wet right in front of Ji Zhiwei.

By the time Ji Zhiwei thoroughly washed away the stickiness, leaving just a hint of dampness, and stepped out of the bathroom, Gu Yunhui was sitting on the bed with a row of toys laid out beside her.

Like she was taking inventory of her spoils.

Ji Zhiwei swallowed hard at the sight of the various toys.

How long had it been since she’d done something like this? She was genuinely looking forward to it.

Ji Zhiwei loosened her robe and walked barefoot toward Gu Yunhui.

When Gu Yunhui looked up, spring scenery filled her vision, peach blossoms against snow, pressed together atop the same peak.

Gu Yunhui tugged Ji Zhiwei’s hand, pulling her onto her lap.

“Sister Yun, aren’t you going to take yours off?” Ji Zhiwei pressed closer, feeling the pads of Gu Yunhui’s fingers, their smooth tips pressing into her with deliberate force.

“Zhiwei, you’ve got some nerve.” Gu Yunhui briefly wondered if she’d been too nice to this brat lately, how dare she ask if she was going to undress?

She didn’t think she had. She’d just scolded the girl last time.

Yet when they met again, the girl was all smiles truly carefree and foolish, always so cheerful.

“Ah, sorry.” Only then did Ji Zhiwei realize she’d overstepped, quickly biting her lip.

Gu Yunhui had no intention of letting her off so easily.

She caught one of the peach blossoms between her teeth, pressing down as if to sever it, then lapped at it with her tongue.

Definitely better after a wash it even tasted sweet.

Ji Zhiwei bit her lip so hard it nearly bled.

Her hands unconsciously clutched at Gu Yunhui’s clothes, wrinkling them.

Gu Yunhui released her, pried her hands away, and then helped her out.

By biting through the lip she hadn’t managed to break herself.

At first, the pressure was gentle.

No different from a kiss. Gu Yunhui drank in the delicate alpha’s scent, sharing her own in return.

Lips met lips, soft as a pillow after a drunken slumber, yet with an added resilience, springy like cotton.

Gu Yunhui felt as though she were savoring jelly, greedily indulging in that tenderness, lingering a few extra moments.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Gu Yunhui increased the pressure, biting down on Ji Zhiwei’s lips and refusing to let go.

“Mmm…” Ji Zhiwei couldn’t help but whimper.

The pain was sharp enough that she could even taste an unwelcome metallic tang.

The punishment had come abruptly, and Ji Zhiwei, unable to adjust, struggled instinctively.

Of course, Gu Yunhui pinned her down effortlessly, pressing her into place.

After a few moments, Ji Zhiwei began to settle, no longer resisting, surrendering to the long-missed intimacy.

Gu Yunhui drank her fill of that jelly-like softness, licking away the excess traces of blood before securing Ji Zhiwei firmly in place.

Ji Zhiwei stared blankly at the ceiling.

Until she caught sight of something strange, an object with suction-cup-like protrusions, its shape bizarre.

Exactly like the image Gu Yunhui had sent her days ago.

Ji Zhiwei’s face flushed, and she instinctively shrank back. But she was held too firmly to escape.

“Weren’t you looking forward to this? Why shy away now?” Gu Yunhui teased, tracing the tip of the object along Ji Zhiwei’s cheek before sliding it down to her collarbone.

Her other hand wasn’t idle either.

Like a wandering cloud, it glided across the surface, rising until it brushed against the peak, where a peach tree stood before caressing the grand palace of a girl’s face.

Two different touches, yet the same sensation. Ji Zhiwei tensed, her toes curling.

“Do you want it?” Gu Yunhui continued to toy with her.

Just as she was about to tease the koi in the pond, she withdrew, leaving only ripples in her wake.

“Mm…” Ji Zhiwei knew Gu Yunhui, in the throes of her heat, wouldn’t let her off so easily.

So she endured the torment, suppressing the frantic rhythm of her heart.

The girl’s restrained expression was too adorable. Gu Yunhui teased her a few more times, watching as she squeezed her eyes shut, tears glistening at the corners.

Watching as the blush deepened, as swirling eddies formed on the cloud’s surface.

Watching as the koi darted about, as white blossoms burst forth from the pond.

“Say it yourself,” Gu Yunhui commanded once she’d had her fill of torment.

Only when Ji Zhiwei’s trembling voice finally complied did she grant her release.

It wasn’t fair to blame Gu Yunhui for thinking Ji Zhiwei lacked stamina. Even though Gu Yunhui expended more energy, it was always Ji Zhiwei who begged for mercy.

The answer, of course, was refusal, no stopping, no relenting.

In the end, Gu Yunhui held true to her word, subjecting Ji Zhiwei to three rounds of experimentation.

Before it was over, Gu Yunhui gathered the exhausted, nearly senseless girl into her arms.

The Omega peeled off her own suppressant patch, coaxing the Alpha to release an intoxicating sweetness like gardenia nectar.

Gu Yunhui bit down on the back of Ji Zhiwei’s neck, injecting her own pheromones, savoring the lingering sweetness like fermented wine, a gift from the Alpha.

A reminder that the little canary she’d raised was, in fact, a very sweet Alpha.

As the final note faded, before Ji Zhiwei could even regain her senses, Gu Yunhui dumped her onto the bed and walked away without a second glance.

A thin sheen of sweat coated Gu Yunhui’s back, carrying a faint sting.

She stepped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, only to frown at the familiar scent of shower gel.

She rarely bathed here, a miscalculation.

The entire space was saturated with Ji Zhiwei’s presence, stirring the heat Gu Yunhui had just suppressed, threatening to reignite it.

With difficulty, she pressed the suppressant patch back into place. At least it wasn’t the scent of Ji Zhiwei’s pheromones, otherwise, she truly wouldn’t have been able to resist.

Gu Yunhui stripped off her clothes, removing her glasses as well, and glanced at herself in the mirror.

Her back was a mess. Even with her blurred vision, she could see the countless scars some deep, some shallow etched across her skin.

Even with her eyes closed, she could remember the appearance of those wounds.

Some injuries were layered, difficult to heal completely. Even after all these years, they would still occasionally split open.

This was the source of her pain.

Gu Yunhui deftly pulled the first aid kit from the corner of the bathroom and tended to her wounds.

The pain dulled certain desires in her heart while also granting her clarity.

Lately, she might have been paying too much attention to Ji Zhiwei. Watching the girl smile had even made her want to smile as well.

This wasn’t normal. It wasn’t proper.

Gu Yunhui retrieved a gauze-like strip from her pocket and pressed it against her skin.

The material was large, thin, and flesh-colored unless someone looked closely, they would never notice it covering her back.

This was also why Ji Zhiwei had never discovered it.

In truth, it wasn’t just her back. Gu Yunhui bore many wounds across her body. Most of the scars had been removed, but faint traces remained.

Ji Zhiwei, however, had never dared to scrutinize her patron too closely and had never noticed.

It was necessary to give the Ji family’s little one some distance for a while.

Gu Yunhui mused as she changed her clothes.

Otherwise, if she treated her too well, how could she ever justify these wounds covering her body?

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