Becoming the Cold Little Bird's White Moonlight - Chapter 3

Over the next few days, I made a considerable effort to restore the shattered white-moonlight filter.

For example, every night before bed, I bathed, burned incense, and reverently opened *Close Enough to Touch, Forever Out of Reach: How I Became the Villains’ White Moonlight*, which I had bought from Tongtong for a painful number of points. It had supposedly been written by a legendary maneater in the quick-transmigration system… no, sorry, by a legendary female senior.

Whenever I felt the urge to hit the bird, I would also urgently summon the System and make it play a calming exercise video inside my head. “Don’t get angry, don’t get angry. If anger costs you, you’ll be sorry…”

And every day, I smiled sweetly and gently at Ling Xiao. After all, a white moonlight’s ultimate move with the highest damage per second was a gentle stab to the heart. Unfortunately, the wretch always said my smile didn’t reach my eyes and asked why they were twitching. If I could, I would have loved to kill him with a gentle glare.

At last, I could suppress my anger no longer. It exploded.

That day, I had spent four hours styling my hair. Just as I was about to go out, that wretched bird flew in from nowhere and crashed straight into my head.

The bird flapped, I leaped, my floral hairpin fell, its beads shattered, my elaborate updo collapsed, and several strands of my hair were ripped out for good measure.

The oblivious wretch even added fuel to the fire from the sidelines.

“Scared the shit out of me!”

“Woman, why were you wearing such a huge steamed bun on your head?”

No human being could stand for this!

I rolled up my sleeves, ready to beat the bird.

The System urged, “Don’t throw away all your previous work. Forbearance brings peace.”

I grabbed Ling Xiao by the tail feathers and roared,

“My rebellious son has broken his mother’s heart! If I don’t beat the little bastard to death, I’m no mother of his!”

After a sound beating, the little bird behaved, and I felt much better.

I also came to a sudden realization: the most stable emotional bond in the world was the bond between mother and son.

Why be some insubstantial white moonlight when I could be the villain’s mother for life?

I even shared this insight with the System.

“Who could ever be more unforgettable than a mother? I suggest you stop bothering with this white-moonlight business and create a Good Mother System instead. I’ll be the first to sign up!”

The System smiled a weary smile. “Whatever makes you happy.”

Something was wrong.

Ling Xiao had been acting very strangely for the past two days.

He didn’t even puff up when I picked “it” up and played with him anymore. He simply let me knead and roll him however I pleased.

“Ling Xiao, you stupid bird.”

I tested him with an insult.

Ling Xiao fluttered a skinny little wing and gave me a listless glance.

Most terrifying of all, he couldn’t even curse anymore!

Something was terribly wrong.

Could he be depwessed?

I looked at the feathers on his butt, which grew sparser by the day, and felt extremely guilty.

Some birds attracted mates with beautiful tail feathers, didn’t they? And spring was almost here. Had he suffered a blow after seeing how lovely the other birds’ feathers were?

I hurriedly summoned the System and asked it to help me solve Ling Xiao’s psychological problem.

Tongtong studied him for a long time before reaching a conclusion.

“The villain doesn’t seem to have a psychological problem. It looks more like a physiological one.”

“Huh?”

My head immediately filled with a mosaic of censored images—pets going into heat, owners helping by patting their backsides… Was it finally my turn to help Ling Xiao with that sort of thing?

For one fleeting moment, I even imagined what the irate little bird would sound like in heat—

His feathers would be puffed up as he desperately restrained himself and forcibly pretended nothing was wrong. In a slightly hoarse young man’s voice, he would spew obscenities to hide his loss of control and confusion.

No way.

Please, no—

My imagination had already sped a hundred thousand miles away before the System finally continued, “The villain is about to take human form. You’d better prepare yourself, Host~”

Huh?

Take human form?

For some reason, I could hear bitterness in Tongtong’s voice. Aggrievement too, along with the faint, perverse thrill of anticipation…

I didn’t understand.

I stroked the feeble little bird lying on a soft handkerchief. His feathers were no longer fluffy, his eyes had gone dull, and he didn’t even have the strength to bite me.

So this was what the demon race called “taking human form”: becoming helpless enough to be butchered at anyone’s whim.