So I Had No Choice But to Stop Being the White Moonlight – Chapter 132
by Little PandaLanlan and Qianqian’s Honeymoon Trip
The Netherlands
The heat dissipates into the cool air of the spring night.
The night was deep. Streetlights stretched along the empty road into the distance, their dim yellow glow melting into the darkness.
Now and then, the sound of a passing car would rip through the bright cones of light, only to recede just as suddenly, never managing to break the tranquility.
A profound silence draped the skies over Amsterdam in the early hours of the morning.
But when the wind gently stirred the flowers and branches of the roadside trees, all of creation seized the spring night to grow in secret. If you listened closely, you could hear the faintest sounds.
“…Mmh.” The sound was bitten back, a fine shiver abrading the dim yellow light of the night.
The main light in the room had been turned off at some point, leaving only the small lamp on the bedside table lit.
Its gentle, dusky yellow light merged with the moonlight spilling in from the window. Where they met, a shimmering layer of watery light diffused, draping the person lying on the bed.
The steam from the bathroom had mostly dissipated, but the hazy heat had found the perfect place to linger—in Shi Jinlan’s eyes.
Her jet-black pupils held a pool of clear water, sparkling and radiant. It washed her cheeks in a fervent crimson flush. She bit down on her thin lips with increasing force, but the sounds still escaped her control, buzzing like trapped flies.
The moment Chi Qian had grabbed her wrist and pulled her over, Shi Jinlan felt her body lighten, and then she was falling onto a bed as soft as a cloud.
The feeling of weightlessness buoyed her, making her feel as if she were floating.
But then that slender shadow fell over her. Chi Qian pinned her wrists, her body pressing down on Shi Jinlan’s racing heart, making it even harder for her to breathe.
Every breath that passed Shi Jinlan’s lips was policed by Chi Qian, causing the bones that had already been softened by the bath to dissolve completely.
Chi Qian only lingered on her lips for a short while before her kisses traveled down past her lower lip, over her neck, her collarbones…
A damp, soft towel was wrapped around snowy peaks, and her slender waist was a vast plain.
As if anticipating what was to come, Shi Jinlan squeezed her lips together and lowered her gaze, watching as the fuzzy-haired head tossed and turned, finally settling on the softest petal of her body.
“Ah…”
A heavy breath caught in her throat. Shi Jinlan abruptly arched her neck, her gaze flying upward.
The dim light made it impossible to see the ceiling in full, let alone know if Shi Jinlan was crying out Chi Qian’s name or simply letting out a gasp along with the scorching heat.
Even though it wasn’t the first time, Shi Jinlan still couldn’t withstand the damp, searing heat that lingered there.
Her watery pupils seemed to lose focus, reflecting the moonlight from outside, hazy and subtle. She suppressed her lustful aura deep in her eyes, in her throat.
Outside, the green canopy of leaves rustled as the wind teased them, as if it had finally understood that even the cold, clear moon could be haloed by heat.
Chi Qian loved this version of Shi Jinlan.
She adored that she was the only one who could witness this glacier melting, and the hot breaths that cascaded from her were both practiced and untaught.
Touch could perceive so much more than sight. Shi Jinlan was plastered to Chi Qian’s palm, holding her breath, trembling uncontrollably.
Chi Qian’s focused gaze shifted imperceptibly, and she gripped Shi Jinlan’s increasingly heavy waist.
“…”
Silently, a cloud of heat dissipated into the cool air of the spring night.
Shi Jinlan’s leg shot up, snagging a lock of Chi Qian’s long hair, before falling limply, just like Chi Qian’s own hair cascading down.
The skin that rarely saw sunlight was far more delicate and soft than elsewhere. Chi Qian’s hand traced the taut curve of a muscle on one side.
Her smoothly trimmed nails had no sharp edges, merely stroking over the nerves beneath the fine down, causing them to tense up again, quivering pitifully beneath her fingertips.
After pleasuring Shi Jinlan like this, Chi Qian had finally accomplished what she had said she would do when she’d pushed her down.
So, when the other woman’s toes came to rest on her waist again, she looked up at Shi Jinlan. “Tired?”
Hearing this, Shi Jinlan’s gaze shifted toward Chi Qian.
She had been about to say something, but then she predicted that no matter what she said, this person would find an excuse to torment her. So she simply pressed her lips together and used the lull to greedily draw oxygen from her surroundings.
And that slender, sweat-dampened figure, like a beautiful snake, slithered upward.
Chi Qian knew she wouldn’t get an answer. This woman always had so little stamina; she was exhausted now.
So she kissed Shi Jinlan’s flat stomach, leaving the imprint of her damp lips there.
Shi Jinlan’s breathing hitched, and her unfocused eyes seemed to hold a hint of reproach.
Just then, she heard a very soft voice by her dazed ear.
Perhaps it was the sound of another car passing in the distance, or perhaps it was Chi Qian smiling at her, commenting on her current state: “Cute.”
Exactly the same words she had used to describe her on the high-speed train.
Because she had been too indulgent the night before, Chi Qian’s plans went awry for the first time.
It was already late in the morning1 when she finally woke to Shi Jinlan’s call. She grabbed her phone for a look—yep, the train had already left.
It wasn’t a huge deal, aside from the rescheduling fee that made a money-grubber like Chi Qian’s heart ache.
Chi Qian and Shi Jinlan were heading to Keukenhof, a fifty-minute train ride from Amsterdam. It was home to the largest tulip fields in the Netherlands and the place Chi Qian was most looking forward to on their honeymoon.
The local train was much slower than the high-speed one, and this leisurely pace made the journey all the more pleasant.
The view through the specially cleaned window captured more of the details outside—rolling hills and an undulating sea of green.
This was the best season to see tulips. Even though it wasn’t a holiday, there were still plenty of people taking the train to Keukenhof.
In Chi Qian’s carriage, there were several families of three. A little girl with two pretty butterfly clips in her golden hair sat in the row ahead of them.
She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, gazed out at the scenery, and began to sing what was probably a famous local Dutch nursery rhyme.
Chi Qian’s peaceful journey was suddenly filled with song. But the childish voice wasn’t jarring; the little girl sang in tune. While it wasn’t beautiful, it was a perfect match for a train heading toward a sea of flowers.
“What’s she singing?” Chi Qian lowered her camera and looked at Shi Jinlan.
“You don’t understand?” Shi Jinlan asked, perplexed.
She had granted Chi Qian access long ago. Chi Qian had no problem communicating with Louis, and she’d chatted easily with their local Dutch landlady when they checked in last night. There was no reason she should suddenly be unable to understand the little girl’s Dutch.
As if figuring something out, Shi Jinlan raised a hand and gently stroked Chi Qian’s hair, exposing her. “That lazy?”
“Mmhmm,” Chi Qian hummed softly, pressing her face fawningly against Shi Jinlan’s palm, openly admitting that she just didn’t want to use her brain.
Shi Jinlan was always helpless against Chi Qian, especially now, watching her voluntarily nuzzle into her hand. A small corner of her heart collapsed without warning.
She listened as the little girl sang the nursery rhyme again, then translated for Chi Qian. “It’s a very famous children’s song in the Netherlands. The gist of it is that a bird knocks on a girl’s window in winter, saying, ‘I want to come in, I want to come in.’ The girl lets it in, gives it food, and lets it spend the winter in her house. When spring comes, the bird knocks on the girl’s window again and says, ‘I have to go, I have to go.'”
At this, Shi Jinlan rubbed her thumb a little harder against Chi Qian’s chin and asked, “Don’t you think that bird is a little heartless?”
Chi Qian, of course, knew that Shi Jinlan wasn’t just talking about the bird that came and went as it pleased, but also about her.
The two of them, both prone to holding grudges, always liked to dredge up old accounts. Chi Qian didn’t mind professing her love to Shi Jinlan over and over again.
After all, she really had been heartless back then.
Shi Jinlan’s occasional bouts of insecurity were also because of her.
“But she’ll come back next winter,” Chi Qian said, looking earnestly into Shi Jinlan’s eyes. “And then she’ll never leave again.”
Hearing this, Shi Jinlan’s eyelashes curved.
She was very satisfied with this answer and commented with a smile, “Oily-mouthed2.”
“Oily?” Chi Qian feigned a thoughtful look. She shifted her chin in Shi Jinlan’s hand and, with a light touch, brushed her lips against Shi Jinlan’s palm, as if to prove that she was not, in the literal sense of the word, “oily.”
But when her soft touch landed on Shi Jinlan, the meaning seemed to change.
The warm, moist press of lips on Shi Jinlan’s palm made her hand clench slightly.
Her long, slender hand cradled the other woman’s chin, stroking it gently, absently.
Shi Jinlan thought that if there weren’t children around, she would have definitely tilted Chi Qian’s chin up and kissed her.
The nearly hour-long journey wasn’t so tedious. In the time it took to talk, the train arrived.
The tulips were a famous local attraction, and there were special chartered cars to take visitors from the station to the flower fields. Chi Qian and Shi Jinlan ended up in the same car as the little girl. Listening to her sing about the bird knocking on the window, they arrived in the blink of an eye.
Worthy of being one of the world’s most renowned flowers, tulips of every color filled Chi Qian’s vision, stretching to the horizon like a rainbow fallen to earth.
The simple, cup-shaped flowers were as plump as fruit, swaying in the wind. It was as if the Creator had knocked over a paint palette—an indescribable beauty.
Chi Qian felt as if her eyes couldn’t take it all in. She couldn’t help but start running along the small path bordering the fields.
People feel the urge to run in a free environment. She felt the wind she created as she ran, with flowers as her companions.
Shi Jinlan raised her phone, recording the sight of that unfettered figure running away, before slowly walking over at Chi Qian’s call.
“Let’s have another kiss,” Chi Qian suggested as Shi Jinlan approached.
“Why?” Shi Jinlan asked, unhurriedly putting away her camera. It was a question, but she was already subtly preparing.
“Because this extra chapter is about to end!” Chi Qian rose lightly onto her tiptoes, her hands behind her back as she smiled at Shi Jinlan.
At this, Shi Jinlan couldn’t help but smile too.
She took a small step closer to Chi Qian, let her arms wrap around her waist, and, there in the flower field, kissed her beloved girl with abandon.
What kind of story would they have tomorrow?
The author has something to say:
The honeymoon trip is coming to a close! Tomorrow’s update is 《Regarding My Cultivating and Turning My Wife Into a Rabbit》
Lanlan: ?! I’m going to be turned into a rabbit?
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