The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 46

Chi Yi’s hand rested lightly on the sash at Wen Ranqing’s waist—as if she could undo it with the faintest tug. Her eyes were dark, unreadable.
“Do you know what you’re doing?”

Wen Ranqing’s soft, pale hips instinctively shifted forward in surprise. Clinging tightly to Chi Yi, she buried her face in the hollow of her neck, trying to escape that mortifying gaze.

She bit her lip and couldn’t form a full sentence. All she could manage was a single, breathy, monosyllabic “Mm.”

Things had already gone this far. Wen Ranqing just wanted Chi Yi to stop asking—but she had no idea how to make that happen. All she’d wanted was to make Chi Yi a little happier on her birthday. She never imagined that every action she took would end up feeling… far more overwhelming than she had planned.

A mature, alluring woman, now cosplaying a kitten in front of her—with every innocent twitch and flinch so genuine, so unintentionally seductive. After those two soft “meows,” Chi Yi’s ears were still tingling.

Wen Ranqing was often clumsy in intimacy—just one kiss left her needing time to recover. She had no experience in anything remotely sexual. She was like a rose that had bloomed alone for thirty years, untouched, beautiful in her solitude, breathtaking but untouched by dust.

Chi Yi had always assumed Wen Ranqing was completely naive about these things. But now… this woman, wearing cat ears and a collar, was meowing at her.

And she claimed she knew what she was doing.

If this had been any other couple, it would be obvious what came next. But Wen Ranqing’s hands remained properly placed at Chi Yi’s waist. After that catlike whimper, she didn’t make another move.

When it came to Wen Ranqing, Chi Yi would sooner believe she was sincerely acting like a kitten for her than suspect her of seduction.

Then something clicked in Chi Yi’s mind—her offhand remark at lunch.

She let out a soft, helpless laugh. So it’s not that I like cats—truthfully, I’ve never been into animals at all. If anything, it was Wen Ranqing who started it.

The way she would sweet-talk her, send playful emojis, act a little spoiled—Chi Yi didn’t even know when it had started. But now, every time she saw a cat, she thought of her. The cat charm had been a spontaneous purchase—something she’d bought during her first day here, while exploring the night market with her new colleagues.

Thinking back on all that, Chi Yi’s heart stirred with an unbearable warmth. She pulled Wen Ranqing fully into her arms, one hand sliding down along her delicate spine. Her voice was hoarse:
“Is this an extra birthday gift?”

If this was meant to be a birthday gift… it would be hard to deny it.

But if it was a gift… it felt like handing herself over completely. Like a quiet surrender, a declaration that she now belonged wholly to Chi Yi.

And that was true. Even if you told Wen Ranqing a hundred times, each time her heart would still race. The happiness was so overwhelming it was almost too much to bear.

“Mm…”

As Chi Yi’s hand moved gently, Wen Ranqing instinctively arched her hips forward—trying to hide the more humiliating part: the tail. But hearing Chi Yi’s question nearly made her melt into the floor.

“Hmm?”

“Are you really a kitten? All you can say is meow meow…”

Chi Yi’s hand drifted downward, resting lightly on the soft, teasing object brushing against her legs.

The tail was plush and smooth, its fur dense and luxurious. When she held it and let her fingers glide from the middle to the tip, the sensation was indescribable. The moment she touched it, her words died in her throat.

There was no guessing anymore. Dressed like this, it was obvious. Her pulse, which had just begun to settle, surged again.

Chi Yi’s fingertips lingered, gently toying with the delicate tip of the tail. She couldn’t quite believe what she was holding. Without saying anything more, she went back to the base—and again, softly, instinctively, caressed downward.

Once there was a first time… there would always be a second.

“Xiao Yi…”

The cat tail was tied directly around her lower back, tucked beneath the hem of her robe. From time to time, a cool breeze snuck in underneath, making Wen Ranqing hyper-aware of exactly what Chi Yi was doing, again and again.

The base of a cat’s tail was said to be the most sensitive—and Wen Ranqing was even more sensitive. She was already pressed as tightly as possible against Chi Yi, yet she kept inching forward little by little, instinctively trying to avoid the fate of being petted like a kitten.

Her voice trembled as much as her body, nearly in tears. All she could do was softly whisper Chi Yi’s name, pleading for mercy—as if that tail were really a part of her.

Neither of them were in a susceptibility period, but the air around them pulsed with a thick, intoxicating heat.

Wen Ranqing had already leapt far beyond what Chi Yi could’ve imagined. A Wen Ranqing dressed like this—cosplaying as a kitten—was something Chi Yi hadn’t even dared to dream. She really, truly wanted to see her birthday present.

Her throat dry, Chi Yi murmured without thinking, “Turn on…”

She was going to ask, Can I turn on the light? But at the last moment, remembering Wen Ranqing’s easily-flustered nature, she couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.

Her hand continued to stroke that soft, plush tail. The heat between them rose in the space where their breath mingled. Flickers of Wen Ranqing’s sent emoji packs—those silly, sweet little images—flashed through Chi Yi’s mind. She couldn’t even remember what she had originally planned for this birthday night.

The mood was growing thick, heavy—dangerously rich with tension.

Then—ding dong.

The doorbell rang. Loud. Sudden.

The room snapped still.

Wen Ranqing visibly flinched. She couldn’t even look Chi Yi in the eye. Her limbs softened a little, mind fuzzy and half-blank. Chi Yi was the first to soothe her:
“Probably the room service.”

“Wait here, okay? Don’t come out.” Her voice gentled as she recovered from the moment.

Wen Ranqing nodded a little, her face flushing two shades redder at Chi Yi’s words. Her voice came out in a whisper:
“C-clothes…”

Chi Yi chuckled softly and agreed. She gently laid Wen Ranqing back onto the bed, grabbed a robe, and strode out with her long legs bare, her shapely knees tinged with pink from warmth.

On the cart were a bottle of alcohol-free red wine and a full dinner spread. They had both eaten a late lunch—this food probably wouldn’t be touched tonight. After a moment of thought, Chi Yi only kept the wine.

When the door shut behind her, she exhaled a long, steady breath, considering a splash of cold water to reset her thoughts. But the bathroom was still filled with certain items not suited for calming down. She paused, then grabbed a full glass of cold water and drained it.

Wen Ranqing was so innocent, so earnest. She thought Chi Yi liked cats, so she became a little kitten herself and offered it as a gift. Meanwhile, Chi Yi—on both the inside and out—was full of thoughts she couldn’t even begin to admit.

She stood in the living room for ten minutes before she could return to the bedroom.

Inside, Wen Ranqing sat alone, her gaze filled with anxiety and hesitation. She couldn’t stop wondering:
If I really am a birthday gift… does Xiao Yi like me?

Had Chi Yi been about to ask to turn on the lights? She’d said she wanted to surprise her—and now she wouldn’t even let her look… Was that unfair of me? Wen Ranqing frowned slightly.

Voices outside—Chi Yi speaking with the hotel staff—drifted faintly into the room. Wen Ranqing lowered her eyes. In that moment, she suddenly felt deflated, a little guilty and regretful.

Maybe I ruined the mood…

She didn’t hesitate long. Blushing, she raised her hand and turned on the light.

The warm glow spread across the room like a gentle embrace. Her face grew hotter, cheeks tinged with pink. She bit her lip and sat quietly on the bed, letting herself adjust until the heat on her face slowly began to ebb.

She waited.

But Chi Yi still hadn’t returned.

Wen Ranqing wanted to find something—anything—to distract herself. She nervously glanced away, eyes landing on Chi Yi’s phone resting at the bedside.

She hadn’t gotten a clear look earlier that afternoon, half-asleep and drowsy. Now that she was fully alert, she took a closer look.

The charm on Chi Yi’s phone was a little black-and-white cat.

Wen Ranqing didn’t know why she suddenly felt a little sad—like a dull ache bloomed in her chest. Her eyes lingered for a long time. Then, on her knees, she shifted to the other side of the bed, where the second, pure-white tail lay.

When she lived alone, she was used to keeping all the lights on in the suite. Chi Yi noticed that only once she’d come in—everything was lit.

Wen Ranqing was kneeling on the bed, her back to Chi Yi. The sash at her waist hung loosely, softly outlining her curves. The hem of the robe pooled across the mattress, just barely revealing the dark, furry cat tail beneath. Her thick black hair fell down her back, matching the cat ears perched atop her head.

She looked utterly bewitching.

Chi Yi froze.

The composure she’d painstakingly regained over ten minutes vanished in a heartbeat. The reality of the scene was far more overwhelming than anything her imagination, guided by mere touch, had conjured. Her fingers curled slightly—Did I misread her?

Wen Ranqing… she wasn’t a kitten. She was a little fox.

The slight sound behind her startled Wen Ranqing. She instinctively tried to hide what she was holding, tucking it under the blanket. Her knees pressed against the bedding as she turned around. The sash slipped lower—only a single, fragile knot remained, loose enough to come undone with the slightest pull. The faintest valley between her breasts peeked through.

Their eyes met—and Chi Yi couldn’t hide the stunned delight lighting up her face. Wen Ranqing blushed furiously and surrendered first.

She worked hard to suppress her embarrassment, gently patting the bed.
“Xiao Yi…”

She looked seductive on the outside, yet her movements were still shy and uncertain. Her voice, too, was soft and sweet. Chi Yi had no time to think of anything else—she obeyed like instinct, leaning back on the bed, reaching out to wrap her arms around Wen Ranqing’s slender waist.

Her soft white legs folded beneath her, still half-kneeling. Her robe was already slightly undone. Wen Ranqing tried weakly to cover her chest, her face flushed red—but before Chi Yi could speak, she leaned forward and kissed her.

The kiss was clumsy, urgent. At first Wen Ranqing took the lead, but soon, instinctively, she gave up control. Her whole body gave way, until she collapsed into Chi Yi’s arms. Within moments, she was breathless and whimpering, her eyes glassy with moisture. Sweat glistened on her skin.

Chi Yi held her tighter with one hand under her waist. The other hand… had already begun stroking that tail again. She was completely absorbed—fingertips lingering as if she couldn’t let go—until Wen Ranqing gave a subtle nudge at her shoulder, pulling her out of the trance.

Wen Ranqing’s lips were full, wet, trembling as she panted softly. She looked like someone who simply couldn’t handle being loved too much. Chi Yi’s heart ached with tenderness. She didn’t ask why Wen Ranqing had suddenly gone so bold, only shifted the mood with a question:
“What were you looking for, little fox?”

Little fox?

It took a second for Wen Ranqing to realize what she meant. Her face turned bright red. She pinched Chi Yi’s ear with delicate fingers, her voice soft and chiding, like a spoiled child:
“It’s not a fox…”

“I’m a kitten.”

Did Chi Yi think she was some sort of fox spirit?

Wen Ranqing pouted, her lips trembling as her watery eyes shimmered. Even the ears on her head drooped a little, as if to prove her point. She let out two soft meows in protest:
“Meow… meow.”

Her pink tongue peeked out as her lips parted slightly. In the dim light earlier, Chi Yi hadn’t seen this clearly—but now, every detail was laid bare before her.

Chi Yi’s heart thumped violently. She hadn’t even processed what Wen Ranqing was saying. Her gaze softened completely.

“Mm,” she murmured, “a little kitten.”

As if she knew what Wen Ranqing was really thinking, she added warmly,
“And I really, really like her.”

Wen Ranqing’s peach-blossom eyes sparkled instantly, filled with joy. Just a single word of affection from Chi Yi was enough to make her deeply, completely happy. She scooted forward, close to Chi Yi’s lips, voice light and sweet:

“Happy birthday, Xiao Yi~”

“Do you have a birthday wish?”

As she spoke—she didn’t even need to do anything—the ‘gift’ unwrapped itself.

Only a single ribbon remained tied around her lower waist. The plush, black tail rested between her pale, curved hips. Chi Yi panicked and hurriedly reached out to pull the robe back up—her eyes dazed, flushed with heat.

It took a while before she could speak again. She looked up, took a deep breath to calm herself, and chose to respond to Wen Ranqing first. She turned the question around:
“What about you? Do you have a wish?”

Wen Ranqing’s shoulder caught a cool draft. She shrank into Chi Yi’s arms like a startled kitten, too shy to speak for a long moment.

Chi Yi’s fingers played with the sash at her waist, not quite tying it, not quite letting go. Her fingertips burned. Her gaze fixated on the tip of that tail.
“Hmm?”

From the moment they reunited today, the air between them had been filled with unspoken intimacy—it had never once faded.

You can ask for anything, Chi Yi always told her.

Wen Ranqing looked up, eyes drawn to those familiar brows and clear eyes—there, she found the courage she needed.

She gently pressed a soft fingertip to Chi Yi’s chest.

“Xiao Yi… you’re not allowed to have other kittens.”

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