Love Under the White Moonlight 11: Chapter 11
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I was already feeling weak from the hangover, and now I felt even more limp. 0
 
He bit down hard on my shoulder, causing me to cry out in pain. 0
 
"Qi Chen!" 0
 
He finally lifted his head, staring at me coldly. 0
 
"Hu Keyan, how can you still say you like me?" 0
 
Looking into his deep eyes, my mind went blank, and I instinctively let out a small "ah." 0
 
Qi Chen raised an eyebrow. 0
 
"What does 'ah' mean? Hu Keyan, do you remember saying you liked me last night?" 0
 
"I... I really don't remember." 0
 
As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt a chill run down my back. 0
 
Qi Chen let out a cold laugh, his gaze as icy as ever. 0
 
"Hmph." 0
 
Suddenly, he released my hand and stood up to leave. 0
 
My mind was still hazy from the alcohol, but clarity struck me for a moment—did his reaction mean that he liked me too? 0
 
Maybe it was the alcohol giving me courage. 0
 
I quickly wrapped my arms around Qi Chen's neck, refusing to let go. 0
 
"Even though I don't remember, what I said should be true." 0
 
Dizzy and disoriented, I didn't know what I was saying: 0
 
"Qi Chen, I fell in love with you at first sight... huh?" 0
 
Before I could finish my sentence, Qi Chen lunged at me. 0
 
"You little fool," he said through gritted teeth. 0
 
 
"I've tolerated you for a long time." 0
 
Just as we were about to get closer, the bedroom door quietly creaked open. 0
 
It seemed something was stealthily approaching. 0
 
Suddenly, there was a "whoosh." 0
 
"Meow!—" 0
 
"Ah!" 0
 
I was slapped by the little white cat. 0
 
"White Moonlight?!" 0
 
I held the kitten by the scruff of its neck, looking bewildered as I asked Qi Chen, "How did it get here?" 0
 
Qi Chen propped his head up with one hand, lying beside me. The red mark on his chest made him look alluring and charming. 0
 
He casually smiled and said, "Well, it seems our mutual possession has been lifted." 0
 
"???" 0
 
I was even more confused. 0
 
Seriously, who possessed whom? It felt like he knew more than I did. 0
 
As if he could see through my confusion, Qi Chen leaned in closer to my ear and whispered, "Because I finally got the spell right yesterday, so it was lifted." 0
 
"Spell? What spell?" 0
 
I was still in a fog. 0
 
"The spell is... Hu Keyan, I love you." 0
 
"Wha—wait... mmm..." 0
 
Once again, I was kissed by Qi Chen. 0
 
 
After moving in with Qi Chen, life became easy and sweet. However, I couldn't shake off the memory of the day he suddenly turned cold towards me. I pressed him about it several times, but he always hesitated, either changing the subject or ignoring me completely. 0
 
One day, while doing a thorough cleaning, I stumbled upon his diary. That was when I finally understood the situation. To be clear, I wasn't intentionally prying into his privacy. Given the diary's placement and the fact that he used my birthday as a password, I had reasonable grounds to suspect that Qi Chen wanted me to find it. 0
 
As a creative man, he certainly had his quirks. I eagerly opened Qi Chen's diary: 0
 
"April 16th, sunny turning cloudy then heavy rain; my mood follows suit." 0
 
If I hadn't received a call from my mom today, and if she hadn't been so close with Ren Zhiquan, I wouldn't have lost my temper with Hu Keyan. God knows I ran under the scorching sun, nearly exhausting myself to find a place near Z University that had a suitable bedroom for her. But these two events happened to coincide. 0
 
My biological father was a long-distance truck driver. He died in a car accident due to fatigue while driving on the highway when I was in middle school. My mother and I not only had to endure the pain of losing a loved one but also had to bear the burden of my father's compensation payments. My mother is a kindergarten teacher with a gentle disposition, and after this blow, she cried almost every day. Her salary was barely enough to support both of us and pay off our debts. 0
 
 
So in my third year of junior high, she remarried and took me along. My stepfather is a wealthy executive, but he has a penchant for drinking. When he gets drunk, he hits me. My mother dares not intervene; she can only hold me and cry. 0
 
 
 
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