After I Transmigrated into the Novel, I made the Heroine Fall for Me - Chapter 65

For some reason, such a dark thought had taken root in her mind.

Fang Qingying lowered her gaze, her long lashes casting shadows. With just a slight exertion, the pulse beneath her fingertips would cease.

Just a little more pressure.

Her eyes clouded over, devoid of light, like a puppet controlled by strings, stripped of all independent judgment.

888: Qingqing, what are you doing?

The sudden electronic voice in her mind made her shake her head uncomfortably. Fang Qingying curled up, staring fearfully at her own hands.

What had she been about to do just now?

888: Qingqing, were you trying to strangle her?

It had watched as Fang Qingying came dangerously close to acting. What kind of grudge was this? Did she really have to end someone in the middle of the night?

One moment she’d teamed up with it to lock it away in a dark room, and the next she was acting like nothing had happened.

Fang Qingying: I had a dream. A very strange dream.

She leaned against the bed, hugging her knees, tilting her head to look at Gu Xiaoxiao.

Her consciousness had been clear, she knew it was a trap but after waking, it felt as if she were being controlled. If 888 hadn’t spoken up suddenly, Gu Xiaoxiao might have already fallen victim.

Even if she had survived, it would have been a miserable ordeal.

What frightened Fang Qingying even more was that she had no idea how to explain it to Gu Xiaoxiao.

She was certain that the other “Fang Qingying” had nothing to do with her.

In that other presence, whether in speech or expression, there was a severe sense of dissonance.

It felt like facing a marionette on strings.

888: What kind of dream could make you lose your senses like that?

It was just a system, how could it understand dreams? If the system hadn’t sounded an internal alarm, it wouldn’t have been able to stop Fang Qingying’s next move.

Fang Qingying: I dreamed that the original host was trapped in a place, surrounded by darkness. Even though there was nothing physically stopping her from leaving, she still couldn’t move.

She recounted the events of the dream to 888. Even though she couldn’t fully trust the system, voicing these thoughts made her feel much better.

888: Don’t you think you might be overthinking it? That “Fang Qingying” has long been dead. I haven’t detected her soul lingering here.

Not just her soul even her memories had been stripped away, as if an invisible hand had helped Fang Qingying seize this body.

Fang Qingying: Is that so? I should just get some proper sleep.

She yawned. Once a person relaxes, exhaustion inevitably sets in.

In the pitch-black world, the “Fang Qingying” dressed in a frilly pink princess dress lay sprawled on the ground, her back covered in wounds.

She bit her lip, fighting back the urge to make a sound.

She couldn’t cry out if she did, the punishment would only intensify.

“Such a useless waste. I’ve taken you through so many worlds, and you’re still unfit for any respectable stage.”

A mass of black mist materialized before “Fang Qingying.” Seeing her on the verge of tears but unable to cry only fueled its irritation.

“Other hosts grow after just one or two worlds, but you? Trash will always be trash! I never should have bound myself to you in the first place.”

The small black orb’s “mouth” opened and closed, spewing nothing but disdain.

“I gave you this face, and yet you accomplish nothing. This world has two daughters of destiny both must perish for you to complete your mission. And what’s the result? You’re worthless, incapable of doing anything right.”

“If you had just listened to me, we would have left this interface long ago. Would we still be huddled in a corner, afraid of being discovered?”

Listening to the little black blob’s scolding, ‘Fang Qingying’ lowered her head. She touched her beautiful face, a wave of regret washing over her.

Back then?

She remembered.

She had been bullied to death because of her timidity.

Just before her consciousness faded, someone had said to her, “Do you want to live? If so, make a contract with me?”

Even after passing through three or four interfaces, she was still a puppet on strings in the other’s hands.

Whatever they told her to do, she did truly an obedient puppet.

But this time, she had resisted the little black blob, her system, which called itself System 147, the Female Supporting Character Rescue System.

The Female Supporting Character Rescue System’s main task was to take away the luck of the female protagonists in each interface.

They had landed in this interface because they were forced down during a space-time jump while being pursued by enemies.

As soon as they arrived, the little black blob told her that there were two female protagonists in this world, which meant the difficulty of the mission had doubled.

Someone who had already had their body taken over had reclaimed it, trapping her and 147 inside, unable to escape.

Feeling the sting of the whip on her back, she bit her lip and couldn’t help but retort, “I did exactly as you said to deceive her, but she simply didn’t believe me!”

So it wasn’t her fault.

“You want to tell me it’s not your fault?”

The thought in her mind aligned perfectly with the little black blob’s voice, sending a chill down her spine.

How could she have forgotten?

Her connection with 147 was one-sided.

She couldn’t hear what 147 was thinking, but it could hear every thought in her mind.

This deal had been unequal from the start, but she wanted to live.

The closer humans are to death, the more they crave salvation.

“You have one last chance. If we lose it, we’ll both die.”

After saying this, the little black blob vanished into the darkness.

She clenched her fists and smiled bitterly. “August 15th?”

That really was the only chance left.

Early the next morning, Fang Qingying rubbed her eyes, groggily put on her pajamas, and headed to the bathroom to wash up. To her surprise, as soon as she pushed the door open, she was met with a breathtaking scene.

Fang Qingying: !!!

Well, I’m dead.

Snow-white skin, beautiful butterfly bones hidden beneath dark, flowing hair, exuding an alluring charm.

A slender waist that seemed as if it could be held in one hand, and long, straight legs that caught her eye.

She held the showerhead, water droplets tracing paths down her skin from top to bottom.

Perhaps because of the warm water, steam rose from the tiles, enveloping her body like a veil.

The only flaw in this beautiful scene was the scratches on her back, as if left by some little wildcat.

Fang Qingying’s face flushed bright red. She quickly turned around and shouted, “Don’t you lock the door when you shower?”

All traces of sleepiness were driven away by this shocking sight, leaving Fang Qingying’s heart racing and her body burning up, almost like a duck about to be cooked.

Gu Shengxiao stopped moving, hung the showerhead on the wall, and turned off the water.

She laughed and said, “But it was you, Xiao Ying, who barged in without knocking. How can you blame me for not locking the door?”

Hearing the laughter, Fang Qingying’s ears turned slightly red. She spun around angrily and said, “Who showers without locking the door?”

Trying to shift the blame, are we?

Gu Shengxiao pointed at herself openly and said, “Isn’t she right in front of you?”

“Shameless! Sophistry! Fabrication!” Fang Qingying spat out three phrases in rapid succession.

Gu Shengxiao chuckled, “And what about you right now?” She was facing her directly.

With that reminder, Fang Qingying felt her mind explode with a roar.

Her body, neither too much nor too little, was like a perfect creation meticulously sculpted by God.

“Haven’t you seen it before? Why is Xiao Ying still so shy?” Gu Shengxiao tilted her head to look at her. The steam in the room had mostly dissipated, yet she remained completely unaware.

Fang Qingying covered her nose, grumbling indignantly, “What if, I get a nosebleed?”

Such a bold statement made Gu Shengxiao burst into laughter.

“Shall I help you wipe it?”

A slender, jade-like hand reached out toward Fang Qingying, as if inviting her closer.

And indeed, she did just that.

“Let me tell you might not be able to leave the house today,” Fang Qingying said as she undid the buttons of her pajamas, making a promise.

“Alright, I’m waiting,” Gu Shengxiao replied, sitting on the edge of the bathtub and crossing her legs to watch her.

“Don’t you dare cry.”

“Whoever cries doesn’t get to leave.”

“Tsk, I feel like you’re getting better at provoking me.”

“Come here.”

The two of them spent a long time in the bathroom early in the morning.

Gu Shengxiao leaned against Fang Qingying, nibbling on her ear as she asked, “The bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, what do you think about the carpet?”

Fang Qingying paused her movements, her pupils contracting slightly, as if excited by Gu Shengxiao’s suggestion.

Yet, she righteously refused, “Don’t overthink it.”Why always come up with so many tricks?” Isn’t it exhausting?

“Mmm, be gentle,” Gu Shengxiao wrapped her arms around Fang Qingying’s neck, burying her face as she gasped, “It’s a bit too fast.”

Fang Qingying raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she teased, “I wonder who it was that got drunk last night and had so much strength? Now you’re like a little kitten completely powerless.”

At that moment, Fang Qingying was purely taking advantage of the other’s hangover weakness, exacting revenge for the previous night’s “oppression.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Shengxiao bit down, grinding her teeth gently. Not only that, she mumbled a threat indistinctly.

“Just you wait. There’ll be a time when you’re crying.”

“Oh? Is that all?”

Fang Qingying lifted a hand to wipe away the tears welling in the corners of Gu Shengxiao’s eyes. Seeing her flushed cheeks, she felt an intense thirst.

“How much did you drink to have such natural blush?”

After saying this, she deliberately bit down again.

“Like an apple, sweet and delicious.”

“Heh, I think peaches taste better,” Gu Shengxiao retorted defiantly.

Fang Qingying smirked, “It’s not that peaches are delicious, it’s that little dumpling is delicious.”

She whispered into her ear, “I’ve seen what you looked like as a child. So adorable. I never thought I’d have such foresight to snatch you up.”

Even without another version of herself as proof, Fang Qingying could still recall memories of her younger self her little habits.

Those habits were almost identical to her own.

If it wasn’t her, then who could it be?

There are no two identical things in this world, and the same goes for people.

Although she didn’t know why she had appeared in Gu Shengxiao’s childhood, one thing she was certain of was that it had everything to do with Gu Shengxiao.

In other words…

If the other self was impatient, then this was the perfect opportunity to reveal all the secrets.

“You remember now?” Gu Shengxiao, agitated, grabbed Fang Qingying’s shoulders and, with a rustle, sat up abruptly to look at her.

“Just a little.” Fang Qingying withdrew her hand, wrapped her arm around Gu Shengxiao’s waist, and gestured a size as small as a sesame seed.

Seeing Gu Shengxiao so worked up, Fang Qingying felt vaguely displeased.

“Do you like the me now, or the me from when I was a child?”

“Only children make choices.”

“Alright then. Since you like the carpet in the living room, I don’t mind. It’s a good chance to see if the new carpet needs replacing.”

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