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

Chen Su was slightly taken aback when she saw Pei Fang behind the door, then greeted him softly, "Senior Pei Fang."

She paused, then added, "Sister Yueyue asked me to come up."

Pei Fang nodded casually, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment, but he remained leaning against the door frame, showing no intention of moving.

The arm tucked firmly into the trouser pocket, the cuffs of the black shirt rolled up twice, revealing a section of well-defined forearm.

Chen Su took a small step forward, but seeing that he didn't move, she stopped and looked up at him somewhat awkwardly.

Her clear eyes revealed a mixture of confusion and nervous embarrassment, as if she was unsure whether she should go in or wait.

Pei Fang took in her appearance, and then, as if finally taking pity on her, he slowly and lazily stepped aside to make way for her, clearing a not-so-wide passage.

"Inside." He said succinctly, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

His gaze, however, did not leave her.

Chen Su whispered "Thank you, senior," and carefully slipped through the narrow gap.

As she passed by him, the distance between them was very close. She could clearly smell the cool, woody scent on him, with a faint hint of alcohol underneath, like whiskey or some other strong liquor. When warmed by his body heat, it became stronger and more intense, filling her nostrils.

Stepping into the lounge, Chen Su's view suddenly opened up, and she quickly scanned the area.

The floor lamp cast a warm, yellow glow, and there was a large velvet sofa, a sideboard with wine glasses, and fresh flowers on the coffee table still glistening with dew.

But Pei Yue was nowhere to be seen.

Just as she was wondering, she heard a soft closing sound behind her, the latch clicked shut, and Pei Fang followed her in.

He walked past her and went straight to the velvet sofa in the living room. He sat down casually, leaned back, and rested one arm on the back of the sofa while the other arm rested on the armrest, his long legs crossed.

Then he raised his eyes, his gaze slowly falling back on Chen Su, who was standing there, her fingers unconsciously clutching her handbag, looking somewhat lost.

"Sit down." He raised his chin and casually pointed to a single sofa diagonally opposite him.

Chen Su hesitated for a moment, her slender fingers pinching the hem of her skirt.

She did as she was told and sat down on the single sofa, but only on the very edge. Her back was straight, her hands were neatly placed on her knees, and her gaze was fixed on the bouquet of fresh white roses on the coffee table, without looking at him.

He exuded a sense of restraint and unease.

A few seconds of silence followed between the two.

Chen Su was considering whether she should take the initiative to ask where Pei Yue was, or whether she should go to the suite inside to take a look.

The words were about to come out when Pei Fang suddenly spoke:

Are you afraid of me?

His voice carried a hint of inquiry, and his gaze was fixed on her lowered profile.

Chen Su seemed a little bewildered by the abrupt question, and subconsciously looked up at him, letting out a soft, short "Ah...?"

Then she quickly shook her head, lowered her eyes, and denied in a soft voice, "No... senior."

Pei Fang's slender fingers tapped lightly on his thigh, which was encased in black trousers, with a casual, unhurried rhythm. "Then why don't you dare look at me?"

His tone sounded calm, even with a hint of persuasion, but Chen Su could sense the scrutiny and...teasing in his gaze.

Upon hearing this, Chen Su seemed to struggle for a moment, and then, as if under pressure, she braced herself and very slowly raised her eyes to meet Pei Fang's gaze.

Pei Fang's eyes were very beautiful, phoenix eyes that were curved inwards and upturned outwards. At this moment, they were slightly curved because of the obvious teasing in them, with the corners of his eyes turned up.

The curve at the corner of his mouth was half-curved, not quite.

He was clearly teasing her on purpose, enjoying her uncomfortable reaction.

Chen Su felt her cheeks burning uncontrollably. She wanted to look away, but seemed afraid, and could only force herself to meet his gaze.

Unconsciously, her fingers began to twist and turn with each other, her slender white fingertips applying slight pressure.

Pei Fang watched as she tried to remain calm, her ears even turning a faint pink, and the curve of his lips became even more pronounced.

Suddenly, he let out a low "oh," the last syllable of which was drawn out and carried a sense of understanding.

"I see."

He raised one eyebrow, leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and said slowly with a deliberately ambiguous tone:

"Yes... he likes me."

These words, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, stirred up ripples in Chen Su's heart.

She pursed her lower lip slightly, maintaining a flustered and anxious expression, her eyes drifting to the side as if startled by the blunt and frivolous words.

However, deep down he was secretly cursing.

This frivolous and dissolute psychopath.

Just as the atmosphere became awkward and Chen Su seemed unsure of how to respond, the door connecting the inner suite behind her was pushed open.

Pei Yue appeared.

She had changed out of her elaborate and glamorous gold-plated fishtail dress and into a more comfortable, yet equally exquisite, light pink strapless cocktail dress.

The skirt hem only reaches above the knee, making her look pretty and lively.

She walked out, tilting her head to the side as she adjusted the diamond earring on her ear, her high heels clicking into the air.

Upon seeing the two people sitting in the living room, she paused, her beautiful eyebrows raised.

"Brother, what are you still doing here?"

She first looked at Pei Fang, her tone carrying a hint of coquettish complaint, then turned her gaze to Chen Su, her eyes turning cold and filled with obvious displeasure, "Brother, what were you saying to her?"

Pei Fang seemed completely oblivious to the subtle change in his sister's tone. He simply leaned back more relaxed on the soft sofa back, picked up his phone, and casually swiped the screen a couple of times.

"It's nothing," he said without looking up, his voice light and somewhat dismissive, "It's just that I feel... you little lackey..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping once more over Chen Su's white dress that accentuated her slender figure, and her delicate, beautiful face still flushed. He slowly finished his sentence, "...You looked quite presentable today."

These words were spoken lightly, even with a hint of teasing, but when they reached Pei Yue's ears, they made her heart skip a beat for no reason.

Her brother has always been a reckless and irreverent person, never serious in his speech, but also arrogant and haughty. He never gives a second glance to girls who fawn over him, and might tease them a bit when the mood strikes, but forgets about them in the blink of an eye...

But these days, the frequency of attention given to Chen Su has been a bit too high.

A thought that made her uneasy began to surface.

Could it be that her carefree brother has actually developed some interest in Chen Su?

But she quickly suppressed the thought.

Given her brother's fickle nature and short attention span, even if he were genuinely interested in Chen Su, it would probably just be something new and something he wanted to tease.

Once the initial enthusiasm fades and you get tired of it, you'll naturally just throw it away.

With Chen Su's family background and personality, she could barely even be Pei Yue's follower, let alone catch her brother's eye, much less have a long-term relationship with him.

With this thought, Pei Yue's subtle discomfort dissipated considerably, and she even felt a sense of schadenfreude and a touch of malice.

She gave Pei Fang a playful glare, walked to the sofa, sat down next to him, crossed her legs, and said in a tone that was half-joking and half-coaxing:

"Brother, if you like, how about letting Chen Su keep you company for a few days to help you pass the time?"

She spoke casually, as if Chen Su were not a person, but an object that could be freely given away for people's amusement.

After a few days, the novelty wears off, and it's naturally forgotten and becomes unimportant.

After speaking, she seemed to remember the important matter at hand, turned to Chen Su, slightly raised her chin, and resumed her usual commanding tone:

"But now, I have something important to say to her."

This is essentially an order to leave.

Upon hearing this, Pei Fang showed no particular expression, only curling the corners of his lips and letting out a soft hum.

He put away his phone, stretched out his long legs, and stood up from the sofa.

He casually straightened his shirt cuffs, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Chen Su and Pei Yue, who were both looking down.

"Alright, you guys chat then." He said casually, striding towards the door. "I'm leaving."

He opened the door, his figure disappeared outside, and gently closed the door behind him.

"Click".

After the door closed, only Chen Su and Pei Yue remained in the lounge.