After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: The Wolf and the Whip-Wielder

◎ The person in front of her is absolutely not the one from before ◎

Although Nameless was acting pitiful again, she truly hadn’t intended to do anything to Jiao Qingyin just now—she didn’t yet have the ability to escape unscathed. If she committed the deed now, whether she succeeded or not, she would end up dead.

Who knew that just a sliver of an idea would be detected by Jiao Qingyin?

But Nameless didn’t regret it; in fact, she felt an irrepressible surge of excitement—the person in front of her was absolutely not Otillia Hughes!

The real Hughes would be frightened by a single look from her and would use rage and violence to prove her status. In Nameless’s eyes, that woman was an utter coward. The person before her, even when putting on a facade of being foolish and irritable, was diametrically opposite in essence.

Could it be… the legendary “two souls in one body”…?

Nameless recalled the rumors she had heard, and her breathing grew heavy. She didn’t know why these two were being separated, but just the thought that she wasn’t facing Otillia Hughes made her blood burn.

This emotion manifested on her face; Nameless’s cheeks flushed slightly, and even the corners of her eyes were tinged with a thin layer of crimson.

Jiao Qingyin, who had been prepared to threaten the girl into behaving, hesitated.

…Is she crying because of me?

With the protagonist’s acting skills, she surely wouldn’t bother faking details like the reddening of the eyes. So, was it real this time?

The two were very close. Jiao Qingyin could see Nameless’s long, distinct eyelashes and the shimmering water in her eyes. Her expression stiffened further, and her grip on the collar relaxed slightly.

“…If you say you didn’t, then you didn’t,” she whispered, pushing Nameless away. If they didn’t separate, their lips might brush together at any moment while they spoke.

Before Nameless could react, she fell back onto the soft pile of pillows. She watched as Jiao Qingyin stood up, seemingly preparing to leave.

“Where are you going?” she asked instinctively.

Why has she suddenly become so clingy… Jiao Qingyin thought helplessly. Without looking back, she replied, “To sleep.”

Jiao Qingyin lay in bed, eyes closed, conversing with the system in her mind: System, my Role-Play points weren’t deducted?

The system replied after a moment: “Yes, Host.”

Jiao Qingyin fell silent. Her actions had deviated significantly from the original character’s persona, yet no points were lost. This could only mean that, in the protagonist’s view, the original character was exactly how she had just behaved.

The thought of being equated with the original owner—even if it benefited her role-play—made Jiao Qingyin feel a strong wave of displeasure. This annoyance kept her from moving even when she felt the fireplace dying down and the room temperature dropping.

Let the protagonist freeze then, Jiao Qingyin thought, rolling over to face away from the pillow pile.

Nameless remained awake. She stared motionlessly at Jiao Qingyin’s bed until the fire went out and the room was plunged into darkness, yet she never looked away. First, she looked at the white fluff-ball at the head of the bed, then at Jiao Qingyin herself.

Once the other woman had turned over and her breathing slowed into a deep sleep, Nameless raised her hand and touched the collar around her neck with an unreadable expression.

The edge of the leather collar was a bit rough. When Jiao Qingyin had yanked it earlier, it had left a red mark on her throat that felt faintly painful to the touch.

Originally, Nameless intended to tear this collar off and crush Jiao Qingyin along with it once she became strong enough. But now, she had changed her mind.

…This collar would look much better around her neck instead.

Nameless recalled the fleeting glimpse she caught in the bath. The skin on the woman’s neck was pale and delicate, devoid of any ornament, forming a sharp contrast with her long black hair. It made one want to…

Want to…

The roots of Nameless’s teeth felt itchy; a certain desire was stirring, though she couldn’t quite identify what it was.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but by the time the moon emerged from behind the clouds, Nameless finally closed her eyes. It was only then that Jiao Qingyin, who had been faking sleep, moved slightly and let out a soft sigh.

The protagonist’s gaze had been like needles against her back; it was impossible to ignore. After years of struggling in the apocalypse, Jiao Qingyin was a light sleeper. Being stared at with such intense emotion made it impossible to even try to hypnotize herself to sleep.

She had almost wanted to turn around and say: Stop looking, I know you want to kill me.

Now that the girl had finally looked away, Jiao Qingyin rolled over, trying to find a more comfortable position, only to find herself staring into a pair of glowing eyes in the dark.

Jiao Qingyin jumped, nearly throwing a punch, but her reflexes kicked in just in time to realize it was her own little dog.

“What are you doing?” Half-angry and half-amused, Jiao Qingyin grabbed Al’s front paws and pulled the cub into her arms. “When did you wake up?” she whispered.

Al turned her head away, ignoring her. She had genuinely believed Jiao Qingyin was asleep; she had spent a long time plotting while staring at her back, even mocking the woman in her heart for being so foolishly unguarded. It turned out she was the one without any guard…

Dammit—this person’s schemes are so deep, she’s terrifying!

To make matters worse, Jiao Qingyin reached out to pet her. In a fit of rage, Al bit down on Jiao Qingyin’s hand, grinding her teeth against the space between her thumb and forefinger.

Jiao Qingyin pried the cub’s mouth open with one hand and tapped her nose, threatening: “Bite me again and see if I don’t give you away to someone else.”

Al’s eyes widened. She still wants to trade me to someone else?!

But before Al could explode with anger, Jiao Qingyin changed her tune. She pulled the bristling puppy into her arms and soothed her in a low voice: “Wait, I was just speaking out of anger. I would never give you away.”

Where else could she find a second dog like this—obedient most of the time, occasionally prideful, and never actually using force when biting out of spite?

Besides… even if Al wasn’t obedient, she wouldn’t give her away. Their short time together had made Jiao Qingyin truly fond of her little pet. She would rather release Al into the wild than let her fall into the hands of others—who knew if they would hurt her?

Of course, “releasing” meant letting her roam somewhere safe within the manor; a pup this small couldn’t survive in the actual wild.

Nameless didn’t know Jiao Qingyin’s true thoughts. The moment she heard the promise of “forever,” her brain turned into mush. She felt dizzy and lost all ability to think. Her heart raced so fast it felt like it would burst from her chest. It took a very long time for her to regain her senses.

Forever… how could she say the word “forever” so easily to me!

She—!!

Nameless turned to look at Jiao Qingyin, only to find that she had actually fallen asleep—for real this time. Her expression was peaceful, and her breath brushed against Nameless, making her fur flutter slightly.

Under the moonlight, Jiao Qingyin’s sleeping face was serene and beautiful, causing Nameless to hold her breath subconsciously. Her restless heart gradually calmed down.

Actually… forever isn’t impossible.

Nameless lay down, resting her head on Jiao Qingyin’s arm and tilting her head to watch her. If the woman’s request was “forever”… then once she became powerful, she could tie her to her side and keep watch over her. She would separate her completely from Otillia Hughes, and for a lifetime… no, for forever, she would never be able to do anything evil again.

As Nameless thought, she too fell asleep. She had a wonderful dream where she locked Jiao Qingyin in a cage, and the woman did exactly what she was told, becoming perfectly obedient.

Jiao Qingyin, on the other hand, slept poorly. All night long, she felt as if a heavy weight were pressing down on her, and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t lift her arm.

This “heavy weight” slept on her arm, happily letting out a tiny little snore.