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

The banquet was still lively at 9:30 p.m., but it was nearing its end.

Many guests began to leave their seats, saying goodbye and exchanging pleasantries.

Chen Su felt a bit stuffy and, after drinking a few more glasses of wine, wanted to go to the restroom to wash her face, clear her head, and fix her makeup.

She stood up, whispered something to Lu Yuze beside her, then lifted her skirt and walked along the thickly carpeted corridor toward the restroom.

It was relatively quiet outside the banquet hall, and the lights were dimmed.

Just as she turned a corner, a boy of about six or seven years old, wearing a little suit, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding a cup of unfinished orange juice in his hand. He excitedly turned back and shouted something to his friends while running backwards.

"Be careful!" Chen Su only had time to whisper.

"oops--"

Chen Su couldn't dodge in time and was hit solidly.

She was wearing high heels, and her body swayed slightly, but luckily she managed to grab the wall next to her to avoid falling.

Most of the orange juice in the child's hand spilled out, landing squarely on Chen Su's dusty rose satin dress, instantly creating a large, glaring orange-yellow wet stain. The sticky liquid quickly seeped into the thin fabric, sticking to her skin and causing a cold, sticky discomfort.

The boy was also stunned, standing there helplessly looking at his empty cup and Chen Su's disheveled dress.

The boy's parents rushed over upon hearing the noise and immediately apologized, their attitude extremely sincere: "We're so sorry! Our child was too naughty and didn't watch where he was going!"

As the mother spoke, she hurriedly took out tissues to help wipe the child's face, then pressed the child's head down, saying, "Quickly apologize to your sister!"

The little boy then realized what had happened, his face turned pale, and he bowed tremblingly in apology, his voice trembling with tears: "Sister, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

Seeing the chaotic scene before him, Chen Su's good mood instantly plummeted, and his brows furrowed tightly.

She had carefully chosen this dress for tonight, and now it's mostly ruined.

But seeing the child's frightened expression and the parents' sincere apology, she couldn't bring herself to get angry.

She suppressed her temper, waved her hand, and said in a somewhat harsh voice, "It's okay, the child didn't do it on purpose. Just be more careful next time."

The child's parents apologized repeatedly before hurriedly leaving with their child.

Lu Yuze also noticed the commotion and quickly walked over.

Seeing the conspicuous stain on Chen Su's skirt and her furrowed brows, his gaze darkened.

"Are you hurt?" he asked in a low voice.

Chen Su shook her head, her face full of displeasure: "But it's sticky and uncomfortable..."

Lu Yu didn't say much, but took out his phone and made a call, giving a few brief instructions.

After hanging up, he said to Chen Su, "I've asked my assistant to get some spare clothes. Go to the lounge to take care of yourself first."

After saying that, he put his arm around her waist and led her toward the VIP lounge connected to the banquet hall.

The lounge was quiet, isolated from the noise outside.

Chen Su sat on the soft sofa with Lu Yu pressing her shoulders down, her frustration and irritability reaching their peak.

She looked down at the mess on her skirt, her face downcast, her lips pouting in grievance.

Lu Yu then squatted down in front of her, took out a few tissues from the tissue box on the coffee table, gently lifted her ankle with one hand while using the other hand to carefully wipe the sticky liquid off the back of her foot.

His movements weren't particularly gentle, but his fingertips occasionally brushed against the delicate skin on the back of her feet, bringing a slightly cool sensation.

Chen Su looked down at the man squatting in front of her, his eyes focused on wiping her clothes.

He had taken off his dark blue suit jacket, leaving only his white shirt underneath. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and a few strands of his slicked-back hair had fallen across his forehead from his earlier movements, giving him a more casual and relaxed look than his sharp and assertive demeanor at the banquet.

The slight annoyance she felt because her dress was ruined seemed to dissipate a little, but then a more complex emotion of wanting to depend on and demand things welled up inside her.

Chen Su tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder, her voice thick with a nasal tone: "Brother Yuze... I'm so unlucky... You have to comfort me..."

Lu Yuze continued what he was doing, and upon hearing this, asked calmly, "How should I comfort her?"

Chen Su raised her eyes and whispered, "You have to... call me that like you did in front of Grandpa Li just now."

Lu Yu paused slightly as he wiped, as if he was thinking back.

A moment later, he turned his head to meet her expectant gaze and called out to her in a softer voice than usual, "Su Su?"

"Mmm." Chen Su's eyes lit up immediately, like a cat whose fur had been stroked.

She suddenly reached out and cupped Lu Yuze's face in her hands, lifting his face so that it was facing her.

The two were instantly face to face, so close they could hear each other breathing.

She looked into his deep eyes and said earnestly, "From now on, you have to call me that, otherwise I won't be able to hear you."

Only a few wall lamps were on in the lounge, casting an ambiguous, dim yellow light.

Both of them carried a faint scent of alcohol, which mingled with each other's scent, fermenting in the enclosed and quiet space to create a slightly tipsy, heart-pounding atmosphere.

Lu Yuze's wiping motion had completely stopped at some point.

He unconsciously clutched the tissue in his palm.

He looked at the beautiful, intoxicated, and stubborn face before him. Her hands, which held his face, were warm and soft, and her eyes were fixed on him as if they were hooked.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his eyes darkened.

"Su Su?" he called softly again, his voice even hoarser than before.

"Hmm..." Chen Su responded subconsciously, the last syllable slightly drawn out, like a kitten's whimper.

The next second, Lu Yu suddenly moved.

He pressed down on the back of Chen Su's hand that was cupping his face with one hand, and with the other hand he went around behind her head and gently pressed her against him.

Before Chen Su could react, she felt a warm, irresistible pressure on her lips.

This time, it's no longer a mere touch or a light bite.

His lips pressed tightly against hers, with an almost predatory force, prying open her teeth and penetrating her deeply.

"Well……"

As Chen Su was kissed, her hands unconsciously slid down from his face and pressed against his firm chest, trying to push him away.

But that little bit of force was utterly insignificant in front of him.

This kiss was far more intense than the one in the car.

He sucked on her tongue, entwining and caressing it with overwhelming force and intense possessiveness, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Chen Su felt as if all the air in her lungs was being sucked out, her tongue was numb, and her body felt weak.

The hand pressing against his chest gradually lost its strength, and her fingertips unconsciously curled up, gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly.

In the quiet lounge, only the sounds of ambiguous, rapid breathing and the faint, blush-inducing gurgling of water could be heard.

"No...no more..." Chen Su finally found a moment of respite, turned her head away, and gasped for breath.

Lu Yuze paused slightly, but did not immediately release her.

He looked at her watery, bewildered eyes and her lips, red and glistening from being kissed, his gaze darkening.

Suddenly, as if punishing her for her hesitation, he tilted his head slightly and gently bit her soft lower lip.

"Hiss." Chen Su winced in pain, gasped, and stared at him in disbelief.

The stinging sensation on her lips brought her to a slight waking.

Lu Yu then slowly stepped back, creating some distance between them, and looked down at her.

He raised his hand, his fingertips casually brushing across the corner of his lips, where the lipstick that had smudged from her lips was now tinged with a bright red hue as he wiped it away.

Coupled with his deep, unfathomable gaze and slightly upturned lips, he exuded a chillingly sinister aura.

Chen Su covered her bitten lip, her eyes slightly red, half from pain and half from embarrassment and anger.

"Brother Yuze, why...why are you biting me?" she complained in a muffled voice, filled with deep grievance. "Next time...next time I won't let you kiss me."

He chuckled softly and reached out to pinch her puffed-up cheek: "Really?"

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat at his appearance, but she still forced a soft moan: "Of course."

Even so, she suddenly leaned closer to him, almost touching his ear, and whispered, her warm breath seeping into his earlobe: "I was just kidding."

After saying that, she immediately shrank back, covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes curving into crescents.

Lu Yu looked at her cunning yet charming appearance and shook his head helplessly.

He pulled out a few more clean tissues, lifted her chin with one hand, and focused on gently wiping away the lipstick that had smudged beyond the lines around her lips with the edge of the tissues.

His movements were gentle, his gaze lowered, settling on her slightly swollen lips, his tone flat, as if he were speaking casually:

Don't lie to me.