The White Moonlight I Chased, the Divorce I Never Expected - Chapter 64 Extra 1 ( Pregnancy )

When Chi Yi woke from her afternoon nap, her eyes and head were a little sore and heavy. It was nearly February, and the floor heating made the room feel slightly stuffy. She reached out habitually to her side—only to find the familiar soft figure wasn’t there.

The air still carried the faint scent of the air freshener sprayed that morning, mixed now with the warm aroma of baked food.

Chi Yi lay with her eyes open for a few moments, dazed. Glancing at the bedside clock, she saw it was almost 5 p.m. Without even putting on her robe, she walked straight to the living room—where Wen Ranqing was clearly visible in the kitchen.

She was wearing a silver silk nightdress, skin as white as snow exposed from her back down to her waist and hips. Two thin, crisscrossed straps barely held the gown in place. Beneath the apron, her curves rose and fell—lush and tempting.

Her long, thick hair was loosely tied at the nape of her neck. Her entire posture was graceful, calm, and elegant—and yet, stunningly seductive.

No matter how many times Chi Yi saw Wen Ranqing like this, it always tested her self-control. Though still groggy, she paused in place to steady herself before walking over.

She wrapped her arms around her from behind. The soft, sweet scent of her lover instantly filled her senses. In their private home, Wen Ranqing’s natural milky aroma mingled with her usual floral fragrance, stirring a ripple through Chi Yi’s heart.

After several days of nonstop overtime, she’d come home and fallen straight into bed. With work finally done, her whole body was at ease.

She took a deep breath, resting a hand gently on Wen Ranqing’s slightly rounded belly. “Why didn’t you sleep a little longer?”

Wen Ranqing had experienced some mild early pregnancy symptoms, but fortunately nothing too serious—mostly just fatigue.

She hadn’t been to the company much that week, and once her belly started to show, Chi Yi didn’t want her going in at all. Still, it was Wen Ranqing who insisted Chi Yi keep working, afraid she’d get bored alone at home. Chi Yi, of course, went along with it, indulging her little whims.

But since her bump started to show, Chi Yi had been constantly worried about her comfort. Just yesterday, she’d rushed to finish a major road renovation project in the old city. That extra push left her so exhausted, she’d accidentally slept longer this afternoon.

Wen Ranqing seemed to enjoy these moments of daily care. When Chi Yi hugged her from behind, she trembled slightly at the shoulders but quickly melted into her arms. She was still rinsing strawberries, the ends of her low ponytail brushing Chi Yi’s neck and making it itch—an oddly contrasting sensation to the silk fabric of her nightdress.

Her voice came soft and drowsy: “Couldn’t fall back asleep…”

Other than the occasional online meeting, Wen Ranqing had been teaching herself how to cook. Chi Yi didn’t allow her near open flames or oil, and barely let her handle sharp knives. So, Wen Ranqing made full use of the steam oven and juicer. Aside from that, she mostly just… slept.

She set the strawberries out to drain, then let Chi Yi turn her gently around in her arms. Her pale fingers found the top button of Chi Yi’s pajama shirt, quietly fastening it.

Chi Yi, still half-asleep like a big, lazy animal, rested her forehead against Wen Ranqing’s shoulder. Wen Ranqing ran her fingers through her sleek, slightly wavy hair and whispered, “I just wanted to cook for you.”

Learning a little more each day, filling Chi Yi’s stomach—it gave Wen Ranqing a strong sense of accomplishment.

After speaking, she cupped Chi Yi’s face for a kiss. But all she received was a light peck and an affectionate look.

“All right, let’s eat.” Wen Ranqing nudged closer again, her soft body leaning fully into Chi Yi. Chi Yi gave her one last gentle kiss on her lips, then reached past her to place the washed strawberries into a bowl and carried it to the dining table.

Now almost four months into the pregnancy, Chi Yi was the definition of a model expectant mom: she did everything herself, never letting Wen Ranqing lift a finger. Gentle, patient, considerate to the extreme—except…

The doctor had explicitly told them that for the first three months, no intimacy. It had now been nearly a month since that restriction had technically ended, yet Chi Yi continued to hold herself back—even with kissing.

Wen Ranqing unconsciously pressed her lips together, obediently retrieving the baked rice and steamed fish from the steam oven—only to be stopped halfway.

Chi Yi gently scooped her up and placed her in a chair before going back to serve the dishes herself.

Wen Ranqing didn’t have much of an appetite these days, and her stomach was unpredictable. Chi Yi coaxed her into eating some steamed fish and plain rice. She finished the rest herself—having barely eaten lunch, she made quick work of the meal.

After loading the dishes into the dishwasher, Chi Yi scooped Wen Ranqing back up again to return to the bedroom.

Though Wen Ranqing hadn’t gained much weight, the pregnancy and extra sleep had given her body a soft, gentle fullness. She felt especially good to the touch.

Chi Yi’s fingers couldn’t help but caress her back as she carried her.

In the next second, a small hand curled around the collar of her shirt.

Wen Ranqing’s other hand gently stroked Chi Yi’s earlobe, her nose and soft lips affectionately brushing along the side of her face. Her full, supple body pressed just enough to make its curves impossible to ignore.

“Don’t move,” Chi Yi murmured, her voice slightly hoarse from drowsiness and affection.

After two weeks of early mornings and late nights with hardly time to speak, Chi Yi had been restrained, only exchanging pheromones during her sensitivity period. Even just a light touch to her ear was enough now to flush them red. She averted her gaze, not daring to look at the pink-tinged beauty in her arms.

“I’m just taking you back to bed,” she said, her voice rough, a little seductive.

Even after marriage, Wen Ranqing rarely took the initiative when it came to physical intimacy. She was shy, passive, always letting Chi Yi take the lead.

But now, Chi Yi’s visible restraint sent a very clear signal—and that sparked a familiar thrill in Wen Ranqing, the same excitement she’d felt that day by the sea during their honeymoon.

Chi Yi was twenty-three. Though her mindset and actions were mature, she had once carried a youthful, student-like air. Not childish—just softer. But now, her demeanor had fully grown into the woman she was.

Her loosely curled hair fell over her neck and shoulders, her face so delicately structured, every feature perfectly shaped. There was even a trace of strawberry juice left on her lips, making them strikingly red—both elegant and irresistibly alluring.

Maybe it was because Chi Yi had been working in leadership roles for so long now, but Wen Ranqing could see it clearly—this cold, self-disciplined seductiveness. And her reddened ears, exposed and flushed, were the only giveaway that she’d just been shamelessly teased.

Before Chi Yi could take a step, Wen Ranqing leaned in, her soft tongue grazing her lips, lightly nibbling her chin. She whispered playfully, “Don’t want to go back~”

The deep gray silk nightdress clung to Wen Ranqing like water. Just a slight twist of her waist revealed tender skin, and her round belly—carrying their baby—reminded Chi Yi of what lay between them now.

It was no less arousing than before marriage. Chi Yi’s gaze burned; her breath deepened.

“You don’t want to go back… then what do you want to do?” she asked, voice thick with heat.

“Kiss~ me.” Wen Ranqing didn’t need to explain the feeling. Just seeing Chi Yi like this made her inexplicably happy. She wriggled gently in her arms, pressing her upper body close, her eyes and lips both curved with mischief. Then, she blew warm air over Chi Yi’s flushed ear.

Chi Yi tested the table’s temperature with her hand. As if under a spell, she followed Wen Ranqing’s pull, lowering her gently onto the surface. Her arm wrapped tightly around her waist as she leaned in to kiss her like a spoiled kitten being indulged.

The kiss was soft and slow. Chi Yi tasted the faint sweetness of leftover strawberry, the warmth and ripeness of her lips. Wen Ranqing’s peach blossom eyes, always composed, were now misty and red at the corners.

Chi Yi reached for the strap of her nightdress but paused just before touching her bare skin. Her palm came to rest over the gentle curve of her belly—a reminder. Wen Ranqing was still pregnant. She couldn’t afford to get carried away.

She broke the kiss before it got too deep.

Her index finger unconsciously twirled the delicate strap of the dress a few times. Even after that one kiss, her breathing had grown heavy. Still, with care, she pulled Wen Ranqing up from the hard tabletop.

“Why aren’t you wearing the new nightgown?”

“You don’t like how I look like this?” The fact that she was being kissed on the dining table—where they usually had their meals—was so embarrassing Wen Ranqing’s entire body turned hot.

She had just begun to adjust to the idea, and now Chi Yi asked her that so calmly. She took a slow, steady breath and replied with a question of her own.

The new sleepwear Chi Yi had bought was either soft cotton sets or loose-fitting long dresses—very different from her usual silk and lace. Wen Ranqing’s tone carried a hint of spoiled defiance—confidence born of being thoroughly doted on.

The hem of her silk dress brushed her bare belly, where Chi Yi’s shirt wasn’t properly buttoned. The only support was at her waist and hips, where Chi Yi held her up, clinging to her like a kitten too soft to peel off.

Of course Chi Yi knew what she was doing. She sighed quietly, and didn’t make her wait.

“I like it.”

Then, after two seconds:

“I like it so much that I can barely stop myself from wanting to hold you.”

Chi Yi kissed her between the brows. “But it’s warm in here. That doesn’t mean you can’t catch a chill. After your bath tonight, change into something else, okay?”

Aside from the sleepiness, the only real difference lately was something only Chi Yi could sense—Wen Ranqing’s body had become more sensitive. Even a gentle kiss made her legs tremble.

But Chi Yi’s honest, adoring words made Wen Ranqing incredibly happy. With the answer she wanted, she was utterly satisfied—whatever Chi Yi said, she’d do.

“Okay~”

“Bath time now?”

“Mm~”

Chi Yi finally carried her into the bedroom bathroom. After setting her down, she fetched her clean clothes, then returned to the kitchen.

Wen Ranqing was a neat person. Even after cooking, the kitchen barely showed signs of use. Chi Yi mopped up the small puddles of water and wiped down the counters. Just that alone took fifteen minutes.

Looking at the time and the neat kitchen, Chi Yi mentally calculated how much energy it must take Wen Ranqing to do all this on her own.

Her gaze fell on the sticker-covered bento boxes on the counter—little cat decals placed neatly along the sides. The ones she often took to the office always had cut fruit or simple snacks inside. For someone who rarely ate at regular hours, Wen Ranqing had even set meal reminders just for her.

Chi Yi thought back to her coworkers’ stunned and envious faces the first time they saw their CEO packing her a homemade bento. Her eyes softened with a tenderness even she didn’t realize was there.

Since Wen Ranqing slept most of the day, Chi Yi quickly showered and cleaned herself up. After drying Wen Ranqing’s hair, she finally lay down beside her.

She cast the recent trending drama onto the screen. Wen Ranqing curled up on her side in Chi Yi’s arms, the faint scent of milk lingering in the air. She reached for Chi Yi’s arm draped over her waist and began to knead it lightly.

“You’re off the day after tomorrow too?”

Tomorrow was their regular family dinner at the Chi household—a day they never scheduled any work.

“Mhm.”

Her soft hand slid upward slowly, massaging patiently and gently—not enough to be therapeutic, more like a mischievous caress.

Chi Yi caught her hand and held it in place, not allowing her to continue. Her voice was honest and a bit raspy: “I’ve wrapped up everything on my plate. New Year’s is coming soon… I want to stay home with you.”

Whatever Chi Yi wanted to do, Wen Ranqing wouldn’t object. If Chi Yi wanted to be home, that was reason enough. Her gaze traced from the wedding ring on her finger to Chi Yi’s slender, toned arm, her ears tinged pink.

They usually slept tangled together like this, but tonight—both fully awake—the air between them felt charged, faintly intimate.

Wen Ranqing didn’t reply, but she shifted her shoulder ever so slightly. Her free hand traced across each of Chi Yi’s knuckles, one by one, until it reached the wedding ring on her ring finger.

She didn’t take it off—just gently turned it.

Her attention was slowly drifting away from the TV, and Chi Yi knew exactly what she was thinking. With one hand, she easily held both of Wen Ranqing’s wrists in her grip, gently restraining her from fidgeting further.

Still, she said nothing. Keeping her arms wrapped properly around her from behind, she reached forward and placed her soft palm over Wen Ranqing’s belly—not with desire, just quietly, lovingly, as if to feel the life growing inside.

Her hand radiated a comforting heat. Wen Ranqing felt her whole face flush.

Chi Yi had kissed and touched her little bump before, out of affection or curiosity—but nothing had ever made her heart race quite like this. Before she could say anything, Chi Yi leaned in and pressed a kiss to the edge of her ear.

“Not sleepy?”

Though she’d put on a bit of weight, their height difference still allowed Chi Yi to envelop her completely, surrounding her in a natural sense of strength and comfort. Wen Ranqing’s tiny gestures were always seen through, and now Chi Yi used them to tell her, without words, just how easily she could fluster her.

Wen Ranqing’s body trembled slightly. She curled into a ball in Chi Yi’s embrace, her face flushed crimson even though they hadn’t done anything. At this moment, not even a little fox could act tough.

In a whisper, she murmured, “I… I’m sleepy.”

Chi Yi had expected that. A small smirk tugged at her lips.

She turned off the projection and switched on the bedside lamp. Then she remembered—during dinner, Wen Ranqing had teased her nearly to the point of breaking. With a playful glint in her eye, she caught Wen Ranqing’s wrist again and used her hand to softly stroke her own belly a couple of times.

Wen Ranqing’s face went crimson. She turned over slowly, burying her face in Chi Yi’s collarbone, breathing warm against her skin.

Her voice, sweet and pleading, was barely above a whisper: “Let’s sleep, Yi…”

“We have to go to Dad’s tomorrow~”

Her silky black hair spilled across the bed, revealing only the tip of her delicate, burning ear. Chi Yi couldn’t bear to tease her any further. She smiled gently, smoothing her hair back and adjusting her hold to avoid pressing against her belly.

She closed her eyes and kissed the crown of her head. “Mhm. Goodnight.”

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