Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

Their eyes met, and neither Chen Su nor Lu Yu looked away immediately.

The shadow of the old locust tree outside the window swayed gently in the breeze, casting dappled sunlight onto the table between the two people, flickering in and out.

Lu Yuze's eyes were deep, like a tranquil lake, reflecting her somewhat dazed expression.

Finally, it was Lu Yuze who broke the silence first.

He shifted his gaze and looked instead at the plate of osmanthus-flavored lotus root in front of her, which had barely been touched.

"The tea and snacks aren't to your liking?"

Chen Su paused for a moment, glanced down at the candied lotus root, and shook her head: "No, I'm just... not very hungry."

I got up late in the afternoon and had lunch late, so I really don't have much of an appetite right now.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu gently pushed some of the salt and pepper melon seeds in front of him over: "How about this? Try it. It's this restaurant's specialty. I heard that the stir-frying method is very old-fashioned, and the heat and saltiness are very particular."

Chen Su looked at the plate of plump, round melon seeds, then glanced at Lu Yuze.

She reached out and picked up a melon seed from the plate.

Skillfully using his fingernail to crack open a slit, he peeled out the plump kernel inside and put it in his mouth.

The sunflower seeds, with their perfect balance of saltiness and smokiness, melt in your mouth and are indeed much more fragrant than those you buy outside.

"Hmm, not bad," she commented softly.

Lu Yu chuckled lightly, said nothing, picked up a melon seed himself, and neatly cracked it open with his fingers. He didn't eat it, but instead placed the shelled melon seed kernel in an empty small dish next to him.

His fingers are long and slender, making him appear relaxed even when doing such delicate things.

Chen Su's gaze fell on the sugar painting kitten that was starting to melt beside her, the sugar syrup gleaming with an alluring amber luster in the sunlight.

She picked it up, brought it to her mouth, and carefully bit off one of the kitten's ears.

The candy crumbled in my mouth, turning into a pure, intense sweetness that slid down my throat.

The flavor is very simple, just the sweet aroma of maltose.

She couldn't help but look up at Lu Yuze, who was still slowly peeling sunflower seeds beside her. He had his eyelids slightly lowered, his expression focused, and his movements unhurried.

Chen Su pursed her lips, a thought stirring in a corner of her heart. Suddenly, she held out the sugar painting in her hand to him and whispered, "Would you... like to try some?"

Lu Yu stopped peeling melon seeds.

He raised his eyes, his gaze first falling on the golden, glistening sugar painting handed to him, then slowly moving upwards to meet Chen Su's expectant eyes.

Her eyes were bright, like glass immersed in clear water in the dim, soft light of the teahouse.

He didn't answer immediately, nor did he reach out to take it.

I just watched quietly for two seconds.

Then, Chen Su saw him lean forward slightly, get closer to her, and, using her hand, gently bite the tip of the kitten's other intact ear.

The sugar painting had melted slightly, leaving a warm, sticky residue, with the golden syrup leaving a very faint mark on his lips.

He quickly sat up straight, his tongue subtly brushing across the corner of his lips, erasing the sweetness.

Her face remained expressionless, and she simply commented with two words: "Too sweet."

Chen Su withdrew her hand, looked at the sugar painting kitten that had suddenly lost its ears and looked somewhat comical, and muttered something under her breath, as if she were refuting it, or as if she were talking to herself: "Sugar paintings... are supposed to be sweet."

Lu Yu gently curled the corners of his lips, said nothing more, and continued peeling his melon seeds.

Chen Su continued to eat the remaining sugar painting in small bites.

Occasionally, Lu Yuze would glance up and his gaze would sweep over her lips, glistening with the syrup, lingering for a brief moment.

Time flowed quietly amidst the wafting aroma of tea, the crisp sound of cracking sunflower seeds, and the faint sounds of the city outside the window.

The small dish in front of Lu Yuze, which was originally empty, has unknowingly accumulated a small pile of peeled, plump melon seeds.

He stopped what he was doing, picked up the slightly cooled Longjing tea and took a sip, then gently pushed the small dish full of melon seeds in front of Chen Su.

"Eat," he said, his tone calm and natural.

"Thank you," she said softly.

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As the sun sets, its golden afterglow casts a gentle filter over the old streets and alleys.

The teahouse gradually became lively, with more and more customers coming in twos and threes. Laughter, opera music, and the clinking of cups mingled together, breaking the extreme tranquility of the afternoon.

Lu Yu glanced at his watch, then looked at Chen Su: "It's getting late. What would you like to eat tonight? Or should we go straight back to the hotel?"

Chen Su thought for a moment and said, "Just eat something light, that'll do."

"Okay," Lu Yu replied, getting up to pay at the counter.

When they returned, he naturally took Chen Su's hand and led her out of the teahouse, which was enveloped in warm lights and noisy voices.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two people, overlapping on the ancient bluestone path, swaying gently with their steps.

They didn't go far; they found a small restaurant nearby with an inconspicuous storefront but full of local diners, and sat down at a small square table in the corner.

The environment was somewhat noisy, filled with the aroma of food and the lively atmosphere of everyday life.

While waiting for the food to be served, Chen Su watched as Lu Yu calmly rinsed their bowls and chopsticks with hot water.

His movements weren't exactly skillful, even a bit clumsy, but he did them with exceptional seriousness.

In the misty air, his lowered eyes appeared exceptionally serene.

He wiped the water off the scalded bowls and chopsticks with a paper towel and placed them neatly in front of Chen Su.

The meal consisted of simple home-style dishes; the taste wasn't particularly amazing, but the ingredients were fresh.

The two ate quietly, occasionally exchanging brief comments about the taste of a particular dish.

Lu Yu ate very little, but his eating manners remained elegant, which seemed out of place yet strangely blended in with the noisy environment.

The two finished their meal quietly, and by the time they left the restaurant, night had completely fallen.

The lanterns along the old street lit up one after another, spreading out warm yellow light that softly illuminated the blue bricks, black tiles, and the faces of pedestrians.

Instead of calling a taxi back to the hotel, they tacitly chose to walk back slowly along the route they had come from.

The night breeze carried a coolness, dispelling the lingering heat of the day.

Lu Yu turned to the side and naturally adjusted the neckline of Chen Su's cardigan, his hand lingering on her shoulder for a moment before slowly lowering it.

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It was already quite late when we got back to the hotel suite.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a warm yet dim light.

Lu Yu then raised his hand and ruffled Chen Su's hair, the gesture intimate, "Go take a hot shower and get some rest."

His voice was exceptionally deep and gentle.

Chen Su nodded, watching him turn and walk towards the small study in the suite, as if he still had unfinished work.

She stood there watching his back for a few seconds before turning around and going into the master bedroom's bathroom.

After taking a shower, she changed into comfortable pajamas and lay down on the soft, large bed.

Perhaps it was because I had walked a lot during the day, or perhaps it was because I was finally able to relax, but drowsiness quickly crept in.

She drifted off to sleep, her consciousness sinking into darkness.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but in a half-dream, half-awake state, she felt the mattress beside her sink slightly, and a familiar scent approached.

Then, a warm, firm body lay down, and an arm gently pulled her into its embrace.

She didn't wake up; she just unconsciously moved closer to the heat source and uttered a muffled murmur.

Immediately, a warm, moist sensation came over my lips.

A very light, very gentle kiss landed on her lips, lingering for a moment, then gently sucking and licking.

It carried his unique, crisp scent.

His forehead pressed against hers, his warm breath brushing against her cheek.

In the darkness, his deep, clear murmur could be heard:

Goodnight, Susu.