Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 65

The Old Madam wiped the tears from her eyes: “Silly girl. How could Grandmother not know who Yan’an’s beloved is? Go now.”

The Old Madam’s hand gently urged Ji Yan’an forward. Ji Yan’an looked back three times with every step, and each time she looked back, she could see the Old Madam encouraging her.

“Darn Song Yi! I have to go myself.” Ji Yan’an grumbled as she ran out of the Ji Residence. She didn’t take a carriage, nor did she have any maids following her. She traveled alone through the night, following the route from her memory, almost taking a wrong turn in the alley.

When Ji Yan’an finally arrived at the Song Residence after overcoming many difficulties, her tears were again uncontrollable. She wiped her tears pitifully while gulping down wine.

“Confessing requires courage,” Ji Yan’an knew she was a coward, so she specifically bought a jar of wine on the way.

The wine barely touched her mouth and she didn’t feel much, only a slight burn. She knew her tolerance and was afraid she would collapse before saying what was important, so she didn’t dare drink much. After a few sips, she tossed the wine jar. She looked up at the Song Residence, the front door was open, and there were no guards or servants watching, as if they were waiting for Ji Yan’an.

Ji Yan’an’s dress was thin, and her light veil was gently lifted by the wind. At this moment, she was as stunning as a fairy descended from heaven, if one ignored the tears in her eyes.

Ji Yan’an stepped forward, slowly walking into the Song Residence. The scenery was unchanged, but only the main hall was brightly lit.

The closer Ji Yan’an got, the more scenes flashed in her mind: her first glance at Song Yi, her second glance… their every interaction, her anger and jealousy, every single thing revolved around Song Yi. She began to confirm that she liked Song Yi. When she first arrived here, her plan was to marry a gentry son and live a simple life, but now, she unexpectedly found herself falling for a female protagonist.

Ji Yan’an sniffled, reaching out to push open the door of the main hall.

“Song Yi!”

The smell of wine spread around Ji Yan’an. Her vision was starting to blur, but her mind was still somewhat clear. She stumbled and was about to fall when Song Yi caught her.

“Have you been drinking?” Song Yi frowned. Red candles filled the room, creating an infinitely enchanting atmosphere. Ji Yan’an’s eyes immediately fell upon Song Yi’s exquisite face.

Song Yi was wearing a blue long dress, which looked elegant under the flickering red candlelight. Her phoenix eyes were captivating, as if recalling the moment Ji Yan’an met Song Yi’s gaze in the water.

At that time, Song Yi’s eyes were as dull as dead ash, but now, Song Yi’s eyes not only held the flickering embellishment of the candlelight but also Ji Yan’an’s reflection.

After Song Yi helped Ji Yan’an up, she immediately distanced herself. Ji Yan’an stood there while she sat on the edge of the bed.

Ji Yan’an felt wronged. She lifted her hazy, blurred apricot eyes, bit her lower lip, and gently pushed aside the light veil covering her. She walked step by step towards Song Yi, then lunged into Song Yi’s arms, crying uncontrollably. Her little head rubbed against Song Yi’s chest: “Song Yi… older sister… I, I like you.”

Song Yi bent down, bringing her ear close to Ji Yan’an’s mouth, and whispered: “Good baby, say it again.”

Ji Yan’an was deeply aroused by her voice. Her little hands restlessly tore at Song Yi’s clothing, and she repeated indiscriminately: “I… like you, I… like you! Ji Yan’an likes Song Yi, likes her very much. Ji Yan’an… loves Song Yi, loves her very much…”

Song Yi’s arms holding Ji Yan’an trembled slightly. Her eyes were rarely moist. Seeing Ji Yan’an’s small hand trying to push open her robe, Song Yi quickly grabbed the restless hand, only to hear Ji Yan’an say again: “Can you… stop pushing me away… Don’t push me to someone like Liang Jingcheng. I only want to be with you…”

Song Yi’s heart melted. She had used Liang Jingcheng to make Ji Yan’an see her own heart, but she hadn’t expected it to make Ji Yan’an think she didn’t like her…

“Silly girl, how could I not like you?” Song Yi only wanted to knead Ji Yan’an into her body. The mix of wine and fragrance on her body made Song Yi feel parched again, her body growing hot.

Still trying to endure, Ji Yan’an’s hand became mischievous again, tearing open her robe, reaching out to stroke Song Yi’s collarbone, and then bringing her head close to suck on Song Yi’s earlobe.

“I fought for power, endured all the jealousy and anger to arrange a marriage for you… was it all just so you could pounce on me? Ji Yan’an… you brought this upon yourself… then I shall grant your wish.” Song Yi, throat dry, scooped up Ji Yan’an in her arms. Seeing that the little one’s eyes were drowsy and she didn’t yet know what was happening, she turned and carried her onto the couch.

Ji Yan’an lay beneath Song Yi, pouting and complaining that Song Yi was too heavy, but her lips were sealed by a deep, long kiss. Ji Yan’an’s body went limp before Song Yi finally started to undress her. Just as she untied her inner garments, Song Yi looked at Ji Yan’an again, only to find that the little girl, overcome by the wine, had fallen into a deep sleep.

Song Yi sighed, stopping her actions. She just held Ji Yan’an, gently kissing her forehead: “From now on, let me take care of you, you silly girl. You can guarantee the life of an unrelated person, a complete and utter fool.”

There was no coldness in Song Yi’s eyes, only deep affection. Tonight, the candlelight flickered, and the person she loved was right by her side, right on her pillow…

The morning sunlight slowly streamed into the room. Ji Yan’an turned over; she was dreaming about eating until she was stuffed, and the smacking sound reached Song Yi’s ears. Song Yi slowly opened her eyes and looked at Ji Yan’an who was holding her. She couldn’t help but smile, contentedly pulling the person into her arms, wanting to sleep a little longer.

However, some people were completely inconsiderate. The maid knocked on Song Yi’s door early in the morning: “My Lord! Someone from the Ji Residence is here…”

Such a loud noise didn’t wake Ji Yan’an. Song Yi frowned, glanced outside the door, and had no choice but to coldly instruct the maid to lead the visitor to the side hall to wait. Only then did she gently pinch Ji Yan’an’s nose: “Yan’an, time to get up…”

Ji Yan’an frowned, rubbed her eyes, and slowly opened her apricot-shaped eyes. When she saw the person in front of her clearly, she was so startled that she quickly retreated backward.

Due to being too agitated, Ji Yan’an gloriously rolled off the bed again. A thud sounded, and Song Yi quickly got up and pulled her into her arms: “Silly, how could you roll off again?”

Ji Yan’an was still in shock, forgetting to even groan, and stared blankly, clutching Song Yi’s collar. She looked at the light gauze on the bed, and then at the undergarments she was wearing…

“What did we… do last night?” Ji Yan’an had a momentary blackout. Only scattered memories remained in her mind, like how she pounced on Song Yi, or… the words Song Yi whispered in her ear, “You brought this upon yourself,” and then… then Ji Yan’an couldn’t remember anything. Now, she woke up with a terrible headache, and her voice seemed a little hoarse?

“What a sin!” Ji Yan’an didn’t wait for Song Yi to speak, struggled free from Song Yi’s embrace, scampered onto the bed, and covered herself with the quilt.

“You, you, you… did you do something to me!?”

Song Yi was nearly choked with laughter at being wrongly accused. She slowly approached the bed, observing the shyness in Ji Yan’an’s eyes, and chuckled: “I wonder who threw themselves into my arms last night? And who was tearing at my clothes? Huh?”