The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 38

“Mm… cold…” The dining table beneath her was chilled, and Wen Ranqing couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper. After that gentle, unhurried kiss, Chi Yi only held her for a moment to soothe her—nothing more. That barely audible sound brushed lightly against Chi Yi’s ear, yet stirred up deep ripples in her already restless sea of desire.

Wen Ranqing was truly enticing. Even Chi Yi began to wonder if the two of them simply sparked too easily whenever they were together. The woman was soft, sensitive, and often wore an expression of innocent helplessness—it wouldn’t be surprising if she got scared off a few times.

Chi Yi exhaled a hot breath, took a moment to calm herself, then adjusted her hold and lifted Wen Ranqing into her arms. Once again, she was struck by just how soft and fragile this woman was—how unsuited she was to being pushed too hard. Her heart softened further. She carried her over to place her gently on the chair by the dining table, intending to turn back and fetch the cake from the counter.

After all, Wen Ranqing had spent hours making that cake—sharing every step along the way with such quiet anticipation. Chi Yi couldn’t bear to let it go to waste. Besides, she was genuinely interested in trying it.

The medicine bottle was still in her hand, and Wen Ranqing knew Chi Yi hadn’t forgotten about applying it.

As Chi Yi took just a few steps, the woman in her arms shifted slightly and rested her cheek against her shoulder—clearly in no hurry to be put down.

The walk was already slightly unsteady. When they reached the table, Chi Yi finally got a good look at her.

Wen Ranqing tilted her head up slightly to gaze at her. Her face was flushed, lips pressed together to avoid biting them, eyes filled with a vulnerable longing. There were still traces of moisture at the corners of her eyes that hadn’t dried.

Chi Yi lightly patted her on the lower back, her voice lifting at the end: “Why are you acting like a little kid?”

Every time they were alone, she just wanted to curl up in Chi Yi’s arms—like she could never get enough of being held. Not that Chi Yi minded; Wen Ranqing was light, soft. It wasn’t tiring at all. In fact, in this sudden shift from secret affection to something more tangible, Chi Yi found herself loving the physical closeness—the sense of trust and intimacy in Wen Ranqing’s every movement.

Wen Ranqing turned her head away in embarrassment, avoiding Chi Yi’s teasing gaze. “I’m not…”

She just wanted one more kiss. Otherwise, after tonight, if Chi Yi did kiss her again, it might taste bitter from the medicine. That was her own selfish little thought. And besides, she didn’t even know if Chi Yi would want to kiss her again. She couldn’t say it, couldn’t make the first move—but her body had already betrayed her happiness from their earlier intimacy.

Chi Yi gave a soft laugh and set her down gently onto the plush chair. She had a feeling she understood what Wen Ranqing was thinking, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she turned and walked over to retrieve the cake.

One of the smaller strawberries at the top was missing, but it didn’t ruin the overall appearance. Up close, the ribbon around the base was a little clumsily tied, but to Chi Yi’s eyes, it only made it more endearing.

She carefully untied the ribbon and removed the plastic wrap with slow, precise movements. Because of her active lifestyle and her profession, Chi Yi’s hands weren’t particularly delicate—yet among Alphas, they were long and well-proportioned. Beneath the skin, faint veins pulsed visibly. They were lean, but strong—hands that looked capable of holding and protecting.

Wen Ranqing wasn’t the least bit unhappy watching her. Instead, she quietly scolded herself for being greedy—always wanting more than she should.

Now, seeing those pale, elegant hands unpack the cake with the same care as if handling a precision instrument, her ears flushed with heat. She pressed her lips together nervously.

Just then, Chi Yi received a document notification and looked down to check it. In that moment, Wen Ranqing silently offered her a small piece of cake.

The texture was soft and fine—not exactly dazzling in flavor, but pleasant enough to satisfy Chi Yi’s appetite.

Wen Ranqing had already tasted a few cut-off scraps earlier during the baking process, so she wasn’t hungry now. Her focus was solely on making sure Chi Yi was well-fed. Even though Chi Yi didn’t say anything in praise, the simple act of her opening her mouth to eat was more than enough to fill Wen Ranqing’s heart with contentment.

Even though it was just Chi Yi eating the cream cake she’d made, the atmosphere around them still lingered with the same tension and intimacy as before.

Throughout the entire exchange, Chi Yi kept her eyes lowered, focused on the screen of her phone. She did her best to ignore Wen Ranqing, who was feeding her small bites of cake while wearing nothing but a nightdress. She finished reading the document, tapped out a reply, and only looked up when everything around her had gone still.

Chi Yi chewed slowly and neatly. Her thick lashes cast shadows under her eyes, her brows slightly knit with focus. Whether working or eating, this version of her was something Wen Ranqing rarely saw—so serious and composed that it left her dazed. By the time she snapped back to herself, Chi Yi was already watching her—and there was only one bite of cake left on the plate.

“Open up.” Chi Yi’s smile faded as she picked up the fork and rose from her chair. One standing, one sitting—just like that, she fed the last bite of cake to Wen Ranqing.

The action came with no warning. Wen Ranqing instinctively tilted her chin slightly and parted her lips just enough to take it in. It hadn’t felt particularly suggestive before, but now, with the roles reversed, the atmosphere shifted subtly. A flicker of shyness passed through her eyes, and her fingers subconsciously clutched the edge of her dress, the gesture delicate and intimate.

A little cream lingered on her rosy lips, and just below that, the ends of her dark, damp hair brushed lightly against her collarbone. Chi Yi’s throat tightened. She resisted the urge to move closer until Wen Ranqing had swallowed, and only then leaned in.

This kiss, again, didn’t last long. It felt almost like Chi Yi was simply retrieving that last bit of cream—her tongue only skimming the seam of Wen Ranqing’s lips, not going deeper. Her voice dropped to a soft murmur, “The cake was delicious—and now it’s gone. Let me put the medicine on you.”

Even that was enough to make Wen Ranqing crumble a little. When Chi Yi’s lips left hers, her body involuntarily straightened as if reluctant to let go—anyone could see she hadn’t had enough. Hearing Chi Yi’s words, her face flushed crimson. Embarrassment spread over her skin like fire. She wanted to bury her head in Chi Yi’s lap but was caught by the chin instead.

Wen Ranqing was too flustered to say anything. Her eyes shimmered with moisture, her breath hot and shaky. She looked so helplessly soft that it was impossible not to feel moved.

If this went on, Chi Yi thought, not only would she not be able to apply the medicine—she wouldn’t even make it to the shower, let alone fulfill her promise to sleep beside Wen Ranqing tonight.

She gripped the medicine bottle a little tighter, then said gently, “The instructions say not to drink water for half an hour after applying it—it’ll dissolve otherwise. I’ll go shower after this. Wait for me in the room, okay?”

Seeing the panic in Wen Ranqing’s eyes settle, even replaced by a flicker of joy, Chi Yi found herself unexpectedly asking, “Okay?”

She rarely phrased things as questions. Usually, Chi Yi spoke in neutral statements or gave direct commands—at most, an assertive “Mm?” to indicate inquiry. Even she was a little surprised when those two soft syllables slipped out.

She didn’t say anything saccharine like “it won’t taste bitter” or “I don’t mind”. Instead, she simply stated the facts in a calm, coaxing voice. And somehow, that quiet confidence was enough to smooth over all of Wen Ranqing’s worry.

Bit by bit, Wen Ranqing’s mind settled, and her heart thudded with the kind of fluttering affection she couldn’t control. She obediently opened her lips, letting Chi Yi gently apply the medicine—then watched her retreat to the bathroom for a shower.

It was already quite late, and not wanting to waste more time, Chi Yi opted for a quick rinse.

The bathroom quickly filled with steam, and the scent of Wen Ranqing’s body wash hung thick in the air. Chi Yi tilted her head back, trying to clear her thoughts, but it was no use.

After weeks of continuous stress, being suddenly immersed in this warm space—and after a series of increasingly intimate moments with Wen Ranqing—her body was no longer calm. She felt the dizziness creep in, the sudden swelling at the gland on her neck.

Chi Yi knew her susceptibility period might come early. What she didn’t expect was how quickly the entire bathroom would begin to smell faintly of her own pheromones: a floral whiskey scent, subtly intoxicating but not overpowering.

Apparently, Wen Ranqing sensed the shift too. Just as Chi Yi opened the door—intending to go to the storage room for an inhibitor—she was caught in a full embrace.

No words were needed. Wen Ranqing could feel it in the air: Chi Yi’s susceptibility had arrived.

She held Chi Yi up with care, her voice soft and slightly urgent, “Lie down on the bed first, okay? I’ll get the inhibitor.”

Their compatibility was already high. Wen Ranqing was quickly affected by Chi Yi’s pheromones too. Her cheeks turned red, her body stirring with unmet desire. The unfinished tension from earlier, combined with the instinctive physical response, left her equally overwhelmed. Even her hands trembled as she searched for the medication.

As Alphas and Omegas grew older, the effectiveness of suppressants began to weaken. And the higher the compatibility, the harder it was to stop the effects once they started.

Chi Yi’s mind was a storm of agitation. Her head throbbed with pressure, and even after injecting the suppressant, it only dulled the edge slightly. She lay sprawled in the softness of the bed, palm pressed over her eyes, breathing heavily, every part of her body aching with discomfort.

By calculation, her susceptibility period wasn’t due for another three or four days. If she’d known it would strike early—here, in Wen Ranqing’s home, surrounded by her scent—she would never have stayed the night.

It wasn’t for any reason but this: she couldn’t control herself.

Desire and reason pulled violently against each other. Barely moments after the suppressant took effect, a faint scent of roses began to fill the air. Chi Yi had always had sharp senses—and now, with Wen Ranqing’s pheromones growing richer beside her, she clenched her jaw. But the moment Wen Ranqing drew near, she couldn’t hold back any longer and pulled her tightly into an embrace.

She buried her face into Wen Ranqing’s neck. The wild rose scent was supposed to be light and fresh—but now, it had ripened into something heady and intoxicating, a scent that only bloomed like this when arousal surged in tandem. Chi Yi was startled to realize that Wen Ranqing’s body had also gone hot and pliant, her rosy lips tightly pressed together, trembling uncontrollably in her arms.

There was only one explanation: Wen Ranqing was entering her own heat.
But something didn’t add up—her pheromones had been calm just minutes ago. If she were truly in heat, she would have shown signs long before now.

Before Chi Yi could voice the thought, Wen Ranqing clung to the fabric of her collar, her voice shaking as she apologized:

“I’m sorry… Xiao Yi…”

“It started two days ago. I didn’t mean to—just now I used a suppressant, but… mm…”

A wave of sharp, urgent heat surged through her again, and Wen Ranqing couldn’t help but let out a soft, helpless moan. She clenched her fists, trembling. “It’s not working…”

She had been affected by Chi Yi’s pheromones. Her heat was forcibly prolonged—and now the suppressant had failed.

Realizing this, Chi Yi felt a dull ache in her chest. Her mind, at least, was clearer than it had been moments ago. But Wen Ranqing’s condition was quickly deteriorating. Her lashes were wet with unshed tears, her whole body trembling as she instinctively curled closer into Chi Yi’s warmth.

Chi Yi knew exactly how hard Wen Ranqing’s heats were. And yet—she’d never said a word about it. She had endured it silently, even now—clearly in pain—but still unwilling to ask for help.

Chi Yi’s nose burned with an ache of its own. She gently stroked Wen Ranqing’s trembling back, her voice low and hoarse:

“President Wen, you’re worse than a child.”

A child at least would cry for comfort, beg to be held, whimper for a piece of candy. But Wen Ranqing did nothing. She suffered through it alone—clumsy and foolish to the extreme.

“What do you want?” Chi Yi asked softly. “Tell me, please?”

Wen Ranqing wasn’t unwilling—she was just afraid. Afraid that if she spoke up, Chi Yi would reject her… worse, despise her. But that gentle voice in her ear—soft, coaxing, yet grounded in sincerity—pierced through the fog of pain and shame. Her blurred vision trembled with tears, and her heart surged with a wave of longing she could no longer suppress.

“Anything you want. Just tell me.”

Chi Yi wasn’t rushing her. Her voice had softened, patient and warm. She gazed at Wen Ranqing, who still wouldn’t meet her eyes, too overwhelmed. Chi Yi herself wasn’t unaffected—there was a tightness in her chest, a bitterness in her throat, and a tenderness that ached.

Finally, after a long pause, a faint voice emerged from the woman trembling in her arms.

“…I want to have your scent on me.”

I want to be yours.

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