So I Had No Choice But to Stop Being the White Moonlight – Chapter 145
by Little PandaExtra
Bar and Ice Cream
“Is it delicious?”
The bar that usually enjoyed high patronage was now completely empty.
The tea-colored glass windows had long been hung with a “closed” sign. Mission-Takers who came by pressed close to look, every one of them frowning, craning their necks hopefully toward the interior.
Under the dim bar lighting, two shadows huddled together, seeming real yet ethereal.
All around was silence. The sounds of kissing, laced with watery murmurs, echoed in the emptiness of the bar, punctuated by a soft laugh: “Did you see that? At the door—someone else looked inside.”
Song Tang leaned close to Yuan Ming’s ear, her gaze falling on the people loitering outside, deliberately narrating what she saw for Yuan Ming to hear.
Yuan Ming felt a flash of heat from those breathy words laced with desire, her neck instinctively shrinking.
Her eyes followed Song Tang, lingering on those lips. The urge to kiss Song Tang thoroughly hadn’t been frightened away by this remark.
“Trying to scare me?” Yuan Ming countered, composure in her voice.
She had personally activated the shielding program—even if people outside looked all they wanted, they wouldn’t see anything happening inside the bar.
Song Tang heard this and showed a hint of regret: “Seems like I failed a little.”
The Mission-Takers lingering at the door left empty-handed, departing the bar with disappointment.
Song Tang saw herself losing another customer, and sought compensation from Yuan Ming alone. Her warm lips pressed unbidden against Yuan Ming’s ear.
Watery traces carried the scent of alcohol, smeared along with kisses toward the corner of Yuan Ming’s mouth.
But Song Tang’s kiss didn’t deepen. She lingered, nuzzling the corner of Yuan Ming’s mouth, lightly sucking at her lips, then trailing down her tensed neck to settle on her collarbone.
“Mmm.” Yuan Ming let out a suppressed moan, her gaze following that red head as it moved downward.
As if avenging herself for past grievances, Song Tang pulled aside the strap covering her collarbone and bit down.
Those sharp teeth—her canines—pierced without hesitation. Beneath the pain came grinding pressure. Yuan Ming finally understood why the tongue was said to be the human body’s softest organ.
Even in the Demon Realm, Yuan Ming had never experienced this—every nerve in her body seemed to gather in this one small area.
That slender figure began to tremble in the play of light and shadow. Unable to hold back, Yuan Ming’s fingers plunged into the hair before her: “Ah… Ah Song…”
At this sound, Song Tang’s movements paused slightly.
She seemed to be letting Yuan Ming off, but the look in her eyes said otherwise: “The bar—did you make a soundproof barrier or not?”
Hearing this question, Yuan Ming’s usual composed expression finally showed some change.
She hadn’t. She hadn’t thought there would be a need.
But in the distance, more Mission-Takers who had just finished their tasks were approaching for relaxation, chatting and laughing, about to press their faces against the glass to peek inside.
Watching these people draw closer, Yuan Ming wanted to seize a moment to patch this vulnerability.
But the one who had raised the question wouldn’t allow it.
They knew each other far too well—just that shift in expression was enough for Song Tang to see through her.
She suddenly pulled Yuan Ming close by the neck, her warm soft lips grinding along the skin below the collarbone, then quickly bit down again.
Her heart held captive, Yuan Ming suddenly tipped her head back, clamping her lips to keep from making a sound.
The rotating crystal light shone in her eyes, refracting light and shadow into fragments—as if she were losing herself.
Song Tang’s kiss intertwined with her breath, searing hot.
The moment she was kissed, Yuan Ming’s pupils suddenly focused, then unfocused. She no longer needed to suppress her heartbeat. That heart pressed close to Song Tang’s finally began to beat fiercely.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
When fully confronting her own desires, Yuan Ming felt tears about to well from her eyes.
She was excited, emotional—recovered after loss, reunited after long separation. All these emotions swirled in her eyes.
But this feeling, just one second before she was about to lose control—
Abruptly stopped.
The wet heat that had wrapped around her suddenly withdrew, leaving only the cold air of the bar.
It fell onto skin that had just been warmed by an embrace, starkly apparent—empty, dazed, bewildered.
Yuan Ming was watching Song Tang just like this when she saw the other woman reach out to help fix her hair.
Her voice carried calm, but her eyes held mischief: “Alright. Qianqian and President Shi are still waiting for us. We should go find them.”
That red that had been like flame, on the verge of consuming Yuan Ming entirely, now flashed blindingly in the dim light.
The distance between them had visibly widened. Yuan Ming held her breath, looking into Song Tang’s eyes—silent, trembling.
Song Tang had done this on purpose.
She knew it.
Seeing Yuan Ming had realized this, Song Tang teased this unsatisfied one: “Can’t even endure it a little?”
Yuan Ming’s heart raced. Her leg leaning against Song Tang’s shifted, brushing lightly.
She instinctively avoided this embarrassing question, only reminding Song Tang: “One must finish what one starts.”
“Mm.” Song Tang agreed.
But even as she spoke, she moved close to Yuan Ming, her damp lips pressing a kiss to Yuan Ming’s forehead, indicating: “So I’ll make it up to you tonight when we get back, alright?”
Her throat working with difficulty, reason came to pull at Yuan Ming now too.
She had no choice but to reluctantly agree: “Alright.”
Then Yuan Ming changed clothes, and only after that did she walk with Song Tang to the Main System Hall.
The passage opened. They had barely stepped halfway out when—bang!—confetti flew out.
Chi Qian and Thirteen stood on either side, enthusiastically welcoming Yuan Ming: “Ah Yuan / Lord Main System, welcome home!”
Yuan Ming looked at these two impossibly familiar faces and couldn’t help but smile: “Thank you.”
At this moment, this Main System Hall that Yuan Ming knew so intimately was decorated colorfully, the monotonous crystal blue pushed into the furthest corner.
Song Tang’s shadow fell on her shoulder. This world she had grown accustomed to was no longer so empty…
Just as she was looking around, Yuan Ming’s gaze paused.
At a table not far away sat a figure she could never forget—upright, distant.
And Shi Jinlan had also noticed the gaze directed her way. Without rushing, she looked up and said to Yuan Ming: “Welcome back.”
“I thought you wouldn’t welcome me.” Yuan Ming smiled, walking up to Shi Jinlan.
Shi Jinlan returned the smile, rising to meet Yuan Ming’s eyes: “I have no interest in cleaning up messes.”
These two stood together once more, and between their glances, that strange aura emerged again.
Thirteen was just about to leave when it saw what looked like electricity crackling between the Main System and Master, making it quicken its pace away from the scene.
“To commemorate our reunion today, let’s cut the cake together!”
“Yes, this is ice cream cake specially brought from Gucheng Hollow. Every layer of jam is different.”
Chi Qian and Song Tang spoke one after another, with uncanny coordination interrupting the standoff between the two.
Then they each took an arm—Chi Qian with Shi Jinlan, Song Tang with Yuan Ming—and pulled them to the round table where the cake sat.
Ice cream from another world, with its rich and unique texture, captured Chi Qian’s taste buds completely. Song Tang and Yuan Ming also expressed their love for it.
But while Chi Qian ate freely, she watched Shi Jinlan’s face—still showing little interest.
She wanted to share all the good things in the world with Shi Jinlan. She scooped a spoonful of her own ice cream cake and brought it before Shi Jinlan’s eyes: “Here, do you want it?”
Shi Jinlan wasn’t particularly fond of sweets, but when Chi Qian offered, she only lowered her eyes for a glance, then opened her mouth.
The cold ice cream beneath carried warmth from someone’s lingering touch, suddenly melting, making the taste even richer and more complex.
Shi Jinlan calmly savored this fresh, sweet taste, recalling the kiss she had just shared with Chi Qian.
Chi Qian didn’t notice Shi Jinlan’s thoughts. She only watched her take in all the ice cream she had offered, looking at her expectantly: “Is it delicious?”
Shi Jinlan lightly sucked her lower lip, as if tasting that flavor again, but then paused. She looked at Chi Qian without rushing and said: “Missing a little.”
Chi Qian didn’t understand. How could such perfect ice cream cake be “missing a little”?
But just as she was puzzling over this, Shi Jinlan lifted her empty plate and leaned in.
The shadow of the plate suddenly obscured their faces from the side. Cool lips brazenly kissed the corner of Chi Qian’s mouth.
Chi Qian froze completely. Before she could react, she felt a tongue brush past, hooking something away.
Just like that, satisfaction appeared on Shi Jinlan’s face.
Chi Qian suddenly realized—Shi Jinlan had taken the ice cream from the corner of her mouth!
Her earlier consideration had actually been thinking about how to kiss her!
She didn’t know whether to say things had happened too fast, or whether her reaction was too slow.
She noticed Song Tang and Yuan Ming standing close together, talking. Her heart gave a start of panic, and her face, which had just been cooled by the ice cream, suddenly flushed hot.
“You! How could you…” Chi Qian was terribly worried about whether Song Tang might have seen, her words stumbling.
But Shi Jinlan rose elegantly, smacking her tongue as if savoring an aftertaste, helplessness mixed with mischief: “But it was only missing that little bit.”
Saying this, she returned to Chi Qian’s original question, smiling as she answered: “Now it’s delicious.”
“Now? I won’t give you any!” Chi Qian protested, protecting her ice cream cake and taking Shi Jinlan’s portion along with it.
Chi Qian marched away in a huff, her hair practically floating with indignation.
Shi Jinlan stood in place, watching. Seeing the redness spread to the woman’s earlobes, the smile in her eyes grew deeper.
Cute.
Though Chi Qian and Song Tang had initially stopped Shi Jinlan and Yuan Ming from their verbal sparring, this gathering of just the four of them was destined not to avoid these two locking horns.
During the two months Yuan Ming had been away, Shi Jinlan had done quite a bit of system research. Regarding certain program codes within the system, these two seemed to have differing opinions again, and as they spoke, they were at it once more.
But this was productive exchange beneficial to the system, so Chi Qian and Song Tang tacitly didn’t deliberately separate them.
The two big shots were planning system development, while the two of them—idle ones—sat on floor cushions, watching movies and eating ice cream, utterly content.
Sad modulation music drifted from the big screen. The heroine in the movie was about to time-travel again, but through some twist of fate, would brush past her lover.
Chi Qian watched the movie, then glanced at the two exchanging views in the distance, blinking.
Popsicle stick in her mouth, she looked curiously at Song Tang: “Tangtang, I haven’t asked before—how did you and Yuan Ming first get together?”
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