Chapter 53 First Kiss
The Bright Moon Manor was quiet after dusk, with only the soft rustling of lamp filaments heard in the long corridor.
Wen Yuan was nestled on the sofa scrolling through her phone when the screen lit up with a trending post: "High-definition photos of the Pei family heir and his junior schoolmate showing off their affection at the press conference!"
Wen Yuan: ? ? ?
Pei Yanxi?
Wen Yuan's little brain raced for a moment. Pei Yanxi's junior...could it be Yun Zhan?!
She clicked on it, and the photo was a picture of Pei Yanxi bending down to drape a coat over Yun Zhan in the night wind: the hems of their coats overlapped, their breaths mingled, and the scene was as ambiguous as a love trailer.
Pei Yanxi leaned forward slightly, her burning gaze fixed on Yun Zhan's lips, as if she was about to kiss him.
Wen Yuan sat up abruptly, her pupils dilated, and she instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, but still managed to let out a soft gasp.
She stomped her foot, making a loud thud on the floor, her anger surging in her chest: "That little brat Yun Zhan! Miss was whipped for him, and he's off having a fling with another woman!"
Wen Yuan practically ran into Shi Mingyue's bedroom and handed her the phone: "Look!"
The screen light shone on Shi Mingyue's face, and the photograph looked like a blunt knife, piercing straight into her heart.
Her eyelashes trembled violently, her fingertips tightened unconsciously, and her eyes darkened rapidly, like ink dripping into clear water, spreading layer by layer, yet stubbornly holding on without shattering.
Shi Mingyue took a deep breath: "It's just a matter of angle."
Her voice was low and hoarse: "Yun Zhan is not that kind of person."
As soon as she finished speaking, Shi Mingyue turned her face away, avoiding Wen Yuan's indignant gaze, and her eyes fell on the jade pendant on the windowsill. It was the warm jade that Yun Zhan had given her last time, and it gleamed with a soft light under the lamp.
She gently rubbed her fingertips together, as if trying to regain her senses from that slight warmth.
As dusk settled over the mountain villa, the lamplight flickered, and Shi Mingyue's silhouette stood straight as a bowstring, yet no one saw the shadowy darkness that was already faintly appearing on that bowstring.
Shi Mingyue picked up her phone and sent a message to Yun Zhan.
Shi Mingyue: When is the little fox most clingy?
Yun Zhan: Hmm? It must be when you're lacking in vital energy that you want to absorb other people's vital energy, so you become more clingy.
What a strange question. Yun Zhan scratched his head. Why was Shi Mingyue asking this?
Emotional Master 21 had long ago discerned Shi Mingyue's meaning, but it remained hidden within Yun Zhan's consciousness, keeping it from telling him.
21 chuckled to herself, sensing that her host was about to be blessed once again.
Shi Mingyue looked at the text on her phone and smiled slightly: "So when does the little fox lack energy?"
Yun Zhan: "I do when I'm very tired, but I'm fine now. Thank you for your concern."
When the word "thank you" came into Shi Mingyue's eyes, it was the first time she felt that words of gratitude were so jarring.
...
The next day, Shi Mingyue used the excuse that her wound had not fully healed to summon Yun Zhan to Mingyue Manor, saying that there were many ancient books that needed to be sorted out at the back of the family's mountain, and she was not comfortable letting others do it.
After Xiao Xiu Gou learned that Shi Mingyue was not feeling well, he came running over eagerly.
In the afternoon, the villa's study resembled a forgotten ancient well.
A thin layer of dust covered the nanmu bookshelf, the files were piled higher than a person, and the air was filled with the smell of old paper and bookworms.
The moment Shi Mingyue saw Yun Zhan, she focused her gaze on Yun Zhan's lips.
Today, the gentle young lady's gaze lost its usual tenderness and obedience, replaced by penetrating sharpness, as if trying to see something through Yun Zhan's lips.
Did Pei Yanxi kiss her yesterday?
Shi Mingyue's gaze darkened slightly. She knew Yun Zhan wouldn't cheat on her, wouldn't kiss women casually; Yun Zhan was a gentleman. But that didn't mean Pei Yanxi was.
Shi Mingyue leaned against the window, lightly tapping the top row of thick books with her fingertips, her voice languid: "Move these to the underground warehouse, and categorize them by year."
She wore a narrow-sleeved shirt today, but the cuffs were loose. When she raised her hand, the fabric slipped down to her elbow, revealing a section of pale wrist bone, like bait deliberately laid out.
Yun Zhan was oblivious, only looking up at the mountain of books, his eyes filled with innocence: "Okay, I'll move them."
So, all afternoon, she was like a little fox that had fallen into a rice jar, carrying a file taller than herself, shuttling back and forth between the spiral staircase and the basement.
Sweat trickled down his temples to his neck, accumulating into a small dark patch on his collar; his breathing grew heavier, his steps became unsteady, and the pages in front of him began to sway.
Yun Zhan continued moving things foolishly, unaware of the increasingly bright glint in Shi Mingyue's eyes.
In the evening, the last stack of books was put away.
Yun Zhan leaned against the bookshelf, panting. His hair was matted with sweat and stuck to his flushed cheeks.
She raised her hand to wipe away the sweat, and her sleeve slipped down, revealing a section of her arm that was trembling slightly from exertion.
Yun Zhan: I can't take it anymore... I really can't take it anymore, I'm seeing stars.
21: (Eating melon seeds) It's okay, you'll feel better soon.
ah?
Yun Zhan couldn't understand what 21 was saying.
Shi Mingyue leaned against the door frame, her gaze fixed on the wrist bone, like a cat staring intently at a swaying thread.
Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible: "Are you tired?"
Yun Zhan nodded, his voice dry: "A little..."
Yun Zhan suddenly remembered something, looked up and asked, "By the way, what's your relationship with Shi Shaoxuan like?"
There was actually a photo of Shi Mingyue in Shi Shaoxuan's wallet... That's really strange.
Shi Mingyue, however, didn't care at all. Her eyes were only on Yun Zhan. The girl's fingertips lightly brushed against the damp hair at her forehead, her voice low and soft, like coaxing a weary little animal: "The study is too hot, why don't you rest in my bedroom for a while? There are iced drinks, and..."
She paused, a barely perceptible smile curving her lips: "The air conditioning is very comfortable."
—It's not an invitation, it's a trap.
21 has already sensed the trap called "love".
Shi Mingyue's eyes gleamed with possessiveness, like a hunter who had already laid out his net, just waiting for his prey to walk into the cage.
Yun Zhan was completely unaware of what was happening. He felt dizzy and didn't even have time to thank Shi Mingyue before she led him deeper into the corridor.
Behind me, the last row of files cast long shadows in the twilight, like a silent curtain slowly closing in.
The moonlight, like a thin layer of frost, covered the bedroom door that Shi Mingyue had just closed.
Yun Zhan was led in, his steps unsteady, but his breathing grew increasingly hot.
I can't take it anymore, I'm so tired... I really want to absorb some life force.
Yun Zhan swallowed hard, as if someone had lit a fire in her lungs, the flames burning down her bloodstream to her throat.
"Sit on the bed first."
Shi Mingyue's voice was soft, but her knuckles tightened secretly, as if afraid that her prey would escape.
As soon as Yun Zhan touched the edge of the bed, a surge of desire welled up inside her—her mouth was dry, and her gaze was involuntarily drawn to Shi Mingyue's fair and slender legs.
Shi Mingyue's thighs gleamed coldly white in the moonlight, their lines rounded; the pulse at the side of her neck throbbed gently, like a silent lure.
At that very moment, Shi Mingyue raised her hand and slowly unbuttoned her shirt.
One, two… Her clothes slipped down, and moonlight instantly bathed her rounded shoulders.
The light and shadows sliced the skin into a cold white and dark hue, making it look like a marble statue suddenly come to life.
She was only wearing a plain white undershirt, the edges of which accentuated her soft curves, but she made no attempt to conceal it. Instead, she looked up at Yun Zhan, a hint of ambiguity in her eyes.
Yun Zhan's eyes widened instantly, his ear tips burned red, and his voice was dry with panic: "Why are you taking off your clothes? It's a bit cold today... put your clothes back on!"
Shi Mingyue, however, didn't care at all. She twirled her fingertips around the bra strap and said in a low, soft voice, like a feather brushing against her ear: "Anyway, we're all girls, you're not going to eat me."
—She is waiting.
When the red light in Yun Zhan's eyes overwhelmed his reason...
When the fox's fangs are revealed,
Wait for the moment when you pounce on him, so that he can easily bury his whole heart in his arms.
The moonlight fell on her bare shoulders, like a silent gong.
Knock once, knock once, just waiting for the prey to break free of the cage.
The moonlight spread across the floor like a layer of frost, but it couldn't extinguish the ever-growing embers of the fire inside.
Shi Mingyue approached barefoot, her shadow trailing behind her with every step, until Yun Zhan was cornered at the edge of the bed, her knees pressed against the edge, leaving her no way out.
Shi Mingyue leaned down, her long hair falling down, the ends brushing against Yun Zhan's collarbone, like an invisible rope tightening inch by inch.
“Look at me.”
Shi Mingyue's voice was low and hoarse, carrying an unprecedented air of authority.
Yun Zhan was forced to look up, his eyes already flushed with desire, yet he still gripped the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Shi Mingyue's lips descended, she couldn't wait to kiss Yun Zhan. Just as their lips were about to touch, Yun Zhan suddenly turned his head, dodging the possessive kiss.
The air suddenly tightened.
A flash of annoyance at being disobeyed crossed Shi Mingyue's eyes. The next second, she simply lifted her knees onto the bed, straddled Yun Zhan's lap, and pressed her hands against the back of his head, forcing his face, which was tense from restraint, to tilt upwards.
Under the moonlight, Yun Zhan's small, sharp teeth had uncontrollably revealed a bit of silver-white, like a beast driven to the brink of despair.
Without hesitation, Shi Mingyue tilted her head and lowered it, presenting her fair carotid artery to the sharp tooth. The pale blue veins under her skin were clearly visible, like an alluring invitation.
She gripped the back of Yun Zhan's head with one hand and held his trembling shoulder with the other, her voice low and harsh: "Will you drink or not?"
Yun Zhan struggled, his voice hoarse and almost broken: "No..."
"You really don't want to touch me? You have to drink today whether you want to or not." Shi Mingyue's anger intensified, but her eyes burned with an almost obsessive light.
"You can only drink mine; I can feed you!"
She pressed her fingertips hard, her neck skin almost touching the fang. The moment their temperatures met, Yun Zhan's breathing became completely out of rhythm.
Moonlight fell on their intertwined shadows, fangs fell, and the scent of blood filled the air.
The moment the blood droplet touched the tip of the tongue, it was like thin snow meeting the spring sun; the sweetness melted away instantly, burning along the taste buds.
Shi Mingyue's fragrance wafted over, a blend of orange blossom and jasmine, warm and soft, like an invisible net that tightly enveloped Yun Zhan.
Yun Zhan's originally taut shoulders gradually relaxed, his rationality was completely devoured by the sweet fragrance, leaving only an instinctive craving.
She involuntarily snuggled into Shi Mingyue's arms, her nose touching the thin layer of sweat on his skin, her teeth penetrating even deeper.
Fresh blood rushed into my mouth, warm and sweet. Each swallow was accompanied by the roar of my heartbeat, like a drowning person finally grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.
Shi Mingyue sighed softly, tightened her arms, pressed Yun Zhan against her chest, and gently stroked the back of his trembling head with her palms, a satisfied feeling rising in her eyes.
"Sweetie, have a little more." Shi Mingyue's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, yet it carried an undeniable tenderness.
Yun Zhan was already immersed in it. His teeth went deeper, the taste of blood became stronger, and his breath became increasingly hot.
Shi Mingyue felt it wasn't enough—she was afraid Yun Zhan hadn't eaten enough, and that she would go to Pei Yanxi again.
"That's enough..."
Yun Zhan was dazed and confused, and tried to push away the person next to him. She was a vixen, not a bottomless pit...
Shi Mingyue pressed Yun Zhan's head down again, making the sharp tooth sink deeper into her neck, her voice low and fierce: "Continue, you can only suck mine... until you're full."
That night, the scent of blood and gasps echoed with a hidden yet burning passion.
Yun Zhan's teeth finally loosened, and there was still a bit of crimson on the corner of his lips, like an unmelted plum blossom in the snow.
"I really can't take it anymore... I can't inhale any more." Yun Zhan's vision blurred.
She went limp, her eyelashes drooped, and her breathing was so light it seemed as if she would stop breathing in the moonlight at any moment.
Shi Mingyue supported the back of her neck, letting the limp body lean against her chest. She wiped away the blood from the corner of her lips with her fingertips, but could not wipe away the wound that was still seeping from the side of her own neck.
Shi Mingyue let out a low breath, her eyes dark and terrifying, like a pair of bright flames suddenly illuminating the night.
The next instant, she leaned down and directly kissed Yun Zhan's still blood-stained lips—the sweet and metallic taste exploded between their lips and teeth like a belated storm.
Shi Mingyue's tongue sank deeper and deeper, skimming over Yun Zhan's teeth, palate, and even the small, not-yet-fully-retracted tooth, drawing every drop of blood into her own mouth.
The more she kissed him, the more dazed her eyes became, her breath hot, her lips rubbing together repeatedly, as if she wanted to devour him whole.
Blood and saliva mingled together, creating a slightly salty and sweet taste on their intertwined tongues. Shi Mingyue didn't care at all; instead, she went even deeper, like a thirsty person in the desert who had finally found water.
She held Yun Zhan's head with one hand and wrapped the other around his slender waist, pressing him tightly into her arms, as if she could embed him into her very bones with just a little more force.
Only when Yun Zhan let out a very soft whimper in his sleep did Shi Mingyue slowly back away, a trace of crimson still remaining on the corner of her lips, but her eyes were full of satisfaction and possession.
She lowered her head and gently licked away the last trace of blood from Yun Zhan's lips with the tip of her tongue, her voice so low and hoarse it was almost inaudible: "It can only be mine."
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