The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 55

Chi Yi’s emotions had originally been tangled and conflicted—
But now, everything had changed.

Pressed against her through a thin silk nightgown was Wen Ranqing’s warm, full body. She had just stepped out of the shower, her skin exuding that familiar scent Chi Yi loved most. The woman kissed her with urgency, with absolute devotion.

As if pouring all her strength into this one act—
Forget the past, her kiss said.
Just love me. Don’t think of anything else. Just love me.

In that kiss was not only the longing from two days apart, but everything that had happened in those brief days. Whatever emotional weight Chi Yi had been carrying was now set ablaze by Wen Ranqing’s touch. Her body burned with it—
All reason, gone.

“Xiao Yi…”
Wen Ranqing’s delicate hands gently removed her hoodie, pulling down the stifling zipper. The moment she realized how intimate the motion felt—like foreplay—she flushed to her ears, suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment and tried to lower her gaze.

But Chi Yi cupped her face before she could turn away.

Her downcast eyes glimmered. The bloodless pale of her lips slowly warmed. Her heart was still pounding from hearing those three syllables from Wen Ranqing’s mouth. Faster, harder, stronger—until Wen’s ears turned crimson and her blinking eyes shimmered like stars.

Only then did Chi Yi confirm it—
This was real. Wen Ranqing was really in front of her.
Not a pain-induced hallucination. Not a fevered fantasy.

After a pause, she finally spoke the words that had been stuck in her heart:

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ve liked you for so long, and still didn’t know how you really felt.”

“I only just realized… I’m a coward too. I almost couldn’t even bring myself to love someone who’s loved me this much.”

“Xiao Yi…”
Wen Ranqing shook her head, desperate to make her stop thinking that way. Her eyes reddened as she bit her lip and looked up at her.

Chi Yi’s voice was low, eyes dark as night:

“I’m sorry.”

Another apology—sincere and full of guilt.
But Chi Yi had nothing to apologize for. Wen Ranqing had made her choices of her own accord—how could she blame Chi Yi?

The fact that Chi Yi loved her—
That alone was the most longed-for, the most unthinkably precious gift.

Wen Ranqing was nearly in tears. She grabbed Chi Yi’s collar and kissed her lips hard—
telling her with action, not words:
There’s no need to say sorry. Not between us.

If Chi Yi felt she owed her something, then Wen Ranqing owed her just as much.
They had long been entwined, inseparable.

Chi Yi was pulled into the living room with that kiss. Wen Ranqing’s body—soft and full—pressed against her. Her bare, pink knees grazed against Chi Yi’s pant leg, sending electric shivers through her limbs.

The air around them grew heavy—
Thick with heat, thick with the tension of two adults who couldn’t bear to part.

They had held back for so long.

Now, just a touch, a kiss, a breath—
And everything came flooding back in a wave of desire.

Wen Ranqing was rarely this forward. Chi Yi’s hand slipped to the small of her back, her thoughts scattered completely. She didn’t even realize how lost she was until a silky, warm hand slid beneath her shirt—

Her mind snapped awake.

She turned her head, breathless, pulling away from the searing kiss.

Wen Ranqing, no longer as bold as a moment ago, was trembling. Her legs felt like jelly. Ragged, desperate breaths fell against Chi Yi’s collarbone. Her silk nightgown was a crumpled mess, clinging to her flushed skin, doing little to hide anything.

She lifted her upper body slightly—just enough to let Chi Yi see the curve of her chest and the deep shadows between.

Chi Yi’s eyes darkened as heat surged through her. She hadn’t even said anything when Wen Ranqing gently tugged on her earlobe—

“Xiao Yi…”

Completely unaware of how seductive she looked, her voice now soft and hoarse from kissing, Wen Ranqing stared at her with red-rimmed eyes and made her plea:

“Don’t think about any of that anymore… promise me…”

Chi Yi’s lips parted, breath shaky, eyes fixed on Wen Ranqing.
Her pain came mostly from seeing how much Wen Ranqing hurt—but in return, all Wen gave her was quiet indulgence and deep, unwavering love.

No one spoke for a long time.

Wen Ranqing’s tears continued to fall, one after another, landing squarely on Chi Yi’s chest—each one like a pinprick to the heart. And still, she whispered softly, voice trembling like cotton soaked in sorrow:

“Okay…?”

Forget it.

Chi Yi closed her eyes to ease the burn behind her lids. Wen Ranqing was right—
The very fact that they loved each other, after all these years, was already the best possible outcome.

There was nothing left to cling to, nothing worth resisting anymore.

She gently brushed the tears from Wen Ranqing’s cheek, her voice low and tender:

“Okay.”

Before she could say anything more, warm hands trailed from her ear to her cheek. Wen Ranqing’s scent had ripened into something richer, more tempting. She leaned in again, her entire posture brimming with unspoken need—yearning to be touched, to be loved.

This time, Chi Yi didn’t let her go any further.

She gripped her shoulders, holding her steady, and sat up with a firm voice:

“We still don’t know how my current pheromones might affect you. Let’s take our time, okay?
If anything feels wrong, we’ll let Dr. An handle it.”

Even though the medication and tech had made side effects unlikely, Chi Yi couldn’t stand the idea of Wen Ranqing suffering from what should have been a moment of joy.

She smiled faintly:

“I’ll take a shower first.”

Only then did Wen Ranqing blush, obediently staying seated on the sofa as Chi Yi got up and walked toward the bathroom.

Two minutes later, the sound of running water filled the air.

Wen Ranqing’s gaze lingered on the silver case Chi Yi had brought with her, now resting quietly on the floor. Her eyelashes lowered.

Was Chi Yi planning to keep resisting her… forever?

In the bathroom, the rising steam soon melted away the exhaustion from the past two days. Chi Yi took longer than usual—twenty minutes passed before she finally emerged in a bathrobe.

The moment she opened the door, she was hit.

A powerful scent of wild roses rushed through the air, unfiltered, crashing into every one of her senses. Her mental energy stirred violently, losing control inside her body. Her emotions were instantly lit, like a spark to dry tinder.

Chi Yi’s first instinct was to clutch the back of her neck.

It’s not even Wen Ranqing’s heat period yet—what the hell is happening?

She froze, mind blanking for two full seconds. Then, as if flipping a switch, she strode quickly toward the bedroom.

Wen Ranqing was still in her disheveled nightdress, lying sideways on the bed. Her dark hair fanned out across snow-pale shoulders. Her gland was flushed, red and fragile. Her slender legs were tangled together, her body trembling as she tried to hold herself together. Her face was flushed, burning with lust.

The bedroom lights hadn’t been turned off.

Chi Yi saw it immediately—the used syringe of a heat-phase catalyst lying on the floor.

Then, her gaze took in the rest: a picture of temptation, so delicate and so vivid, it looked like an offering meant to be tasted.

She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, forcing herself to stay calm. She quickly checked the medicine’s label—
Only accelerates Alpha/Omega sensitivity cycles. No other effects.

But Wen Ranqing’s body had already started to respond. A rush of heat surged through her system, tearing apart her control. Her consciousness was hazy, but her senses were too clear. She caught the faint, cold scent from Chi Yi’s body and tried to sit up, trembling uncontrollably.

The next second, she collapsed into Chi Yi’s arms.

What began as a crisp floral scent quickly ripened, under the pressure of desire. Wen Ranqing’s soft body trembled in Chi Yi’s arms—so delicate, yet so effortlessly capable of awakening every primal instinct within her.

Maybe it was because her body had only just recovered—this time, the reaction was more intense than any before.

Chi Yi’s internal alarms blared.

She tried to reach for a blanket to wrap her up, her mind already calculating how many suppressants she had in the case that were safe for both of them.

“X-Xiao Yi…”

A soft, gasping voice.

Then Chi Yi felt something tug at her robe’s belt—hard.

She turned instinctively. Her robe slipped open at the front, but her mind didn’t register it.

Because her attention was entirely elsewhere—

Wen Ranqing’s delicate fingers—trembling and unsure—were the ones pulling on her robe.
Around her wrist, tied in a tight knot, was one of her own silk hair ties.

Not thick, not thin—just a few clumsy loops knotted together. The sight of it, so simple yet so deliberate, lit something deep inside Chi Yi’s gaze.

It burned.

Wen Ranqing’s face flushed with uncontainable heat.

She caught the moment Chi Yi’s gaze flinched and shifted away, when her breathing grew ragged from being overwhelmed—
And even in the chaos of her own heat, she felt a flicker of satisfaction.

So I really… am attractive to Xiao Yi, aren’t I?

The rich, overripe scent of wild roses had already flooded the entire room. It seeped into every breath, saturating the air, invading the senses.

Chi Yi sat rigidly at the edge of the bed, facing away, jaw clenched so tightly that not a single hint of her pheromones leaked out.

She was still holding back.

Wen Ranqing’s “plan” to seduce her had only one step left. She hadn’t even done anything yet—just imagining what came next had her ears burning like fire.

But I want her so badly…

After a long pause, she finally loosened her teeth from her lip, kneeling softly on the bed, her voice as gentle as a sigh:

“Xiao Yi…”

The air was still. Just for two seconds.

Then, under Chi Yi’s burning gaze, her trembling hands began to slowly lift the hem of her nightdress and press it to her lips. Her long lashes quivered as she tilted her head up to look at Chi Yi—

She couldn’t speak.
So she just looked. Eyes shining with tears, inviting her in silence.

Chi Yi could have resisted.
She could have suppressed it all—she’d made up her mind, after all, to never go further if it might hurt Wen Ranqing.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t want her.

Chi Yi had buried her desire for Wen Ranqing for eight years, hidden it for another four. And now, it stared her in the face—this fragile, brave woman, asking nothing but her presence.

Chi Yi trembled, fingertips digging into her palms.

Wen Ranqing’s gaze was shy, soft—but unwavering.

Those peach blossom eyes were pleading:
Don’t be afraid.
We’re ready now.
It’s okay.
Do what you want.

While Chi Yi wrestled with herself, Wen Ranqing’s nervousness fluttered under the surface. But it was the kind of fear that came with any heat—
Not fear of rejection. Not fear of being unwanted.

Because she knew her Xiao Yi.

The more Chi Yi loved her, the more she held herself back. Every time she endured in silence was another way of protecting her.
And Wen Ranqing—she could no longer endure it.

She couldn’t bear the tender cruelty of being denied, not even once more.
Even now.

Everything she had gone through these four years—
All of it had been for this moment. So that there would be no barriers between them anymore.
And she wanted Chi Yi to know that.

And how could Chi Yi not understand?

Her gaze dropped.

The light fabric clutched between Wen Ranqing’s lips had already turned translucent from her breath.

Finally, Chi Yi gave in to instinct. She leaned forward, hooked her fingers through the silk tie, and pinned Wen Ranqing down onto the bed.

The nightdress slid off her shoulders. Wen Ranqing bit back a soft gasp.

Even when Chi Yi was rough—controlling, dominant—she never stopped holding back. Wen Ranqing’s body trembled from the pressure, her breath shaky and uneven.

Looking up at the sharp line of Chi Yi’s jaw, she flushed from the neck up—completely undone by shame and anticipation.

Soft, boneless, and falling into her arms.

Still in love. Still hopeless.

There was even a faint wet stain on the silk ribbon.
Chi Yi didn’t have to guess how it had gotten there.

A fire roared to life inside her—love and ache and want, all colliding.
Her voice broke through her clenched jaw, raw and tight:

“Wen Ranqing…
You brought this on yourself.”

Even as she bared her teeth and pretended to be fierce, she was already untying the silk band with one hand.

Whatever fear or unease Wen Ranqing might have felt under the natural Alpha pressure was completely soothed—Chi Yi’s every action was filled with care.

All that was left was the heat building inside her—and the warmth blooming in her chest because of how gently, how seriously Chi Yi treated her.

She swallowed down the discomfort of her heat, and in turn, teased softly:

“Xiao Yi~”

“Why aren’t you calling me ‘Jiejie’ anymore?”

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