After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 59.2

Chapter 59.2: Random Jealousy

Wen Fengyue encircled Jiao Qingyin’s waist and pinched her chin. With an aura more powerful than any time before, she ground against her lips, forcing her to cooperate and open her mouth.

Her kissing technique is improving so fast, Jiao Qingyin thought.

That was the only thought that managed to surface in Jiao Qingyin’s mind, as she soon had no room for distraction—perhaps stimulated by Jing Ziqing’s pre-filming instructions, Wen Fengyue was kissing her far too fiercely. It was so intense that for a moment, Jiao Qingyin felt as though she had returned to a gilded cage.

“Slow… down,” she squeezed out a tiny sound from her suppressed lips.

Wen Fengyue obediently slowed down. The sweet taste of blood in her mouth made her realize she had bitten the other.

“Sorry… mmm.”

Jiao Qingyin closed her eyes and kissed Wen Fengyue back. In the shot, she still appeared weak and passive, but only Wen Fengyue, the one being kissed, knew that the hand hooked around her neck seemed limp but actually acted like a collar, locking her wildness away.

…But she didn’t hate it. Because the person collaring her was Jiao Qingyin, she found the experience sweet and satisfying.

The next step was… the tongue. Wen Fengyue used her remaining logic to recall the script, her body instinctively rubbing forward, pressing against Jiao Qingyin’s legs clad in white thigh-high socks.

“Cut!”

Both were getting carried away when they were abruptly interrupted by Jing Ziqing’s shout.

Jiao Qingyin opened her eyes and met Wen Fengyue’s gaze; the latter’s eyes were bloodshot, her irritable emotions nearly manifesting into something physical.

“Not right, not right!” Jing Ziqing clutched her hair, walking toward them with a conflicted face, muttering indecipherable words.

Seeing her approach, Wen Fengyue released Jiao Qingyin’s waist and reflexively straightened her collar before looking at Jing Ziqing. “What’s not right?”

Jing Ziqing had clearly entered her “director mode,” automatically ignoring Wen Fengyue’s dangerous glare as she talked to herself: “The feeling is just wrong! It’s hard to describe, but in short…”

She babbled a lot of nonsense, but said nothing of substance. Even after the makeup artist finished touching up the leads, she hadn’t figured out what she was trying to express.

“Sigh! It’s just not right!” Jing Ziqing lamented.

Jiao Qingyin took a sip of water to soothe her throat. Seeing the director so distressed she had pulled out a clump of her own hair, Jiao suggested: “How about we perform it again, and you take another look, Director Jing?”

Jing Ziqing immediately perked up: “Okay!”

“Scene One, Take Two, Ready—”

“Cut!”

“Scene One, Take Three…”

“Take Four…”

After four consecutive NGs at the critical moment, Wen Fengyue’s “murderous” expression could no longer be hidden, and Jiao Qingyin was starting to get annoyed as well. They had used up an entire bottle of anti-swelling spray just to suppress the redness of their lips.

The props team robot came for the fourth time to smooth out the bedsheets. Just looking at how wrinkled the white sheets had become was enough to imagine how intense the kissing had been.

Wen Fengyue’s body was burning hot. Kissing Jiao Qingyin more was great, of course, but stopping every time at the most vital moment made her feel like a balloon being constantly inflated, ready to burst at any second.

“Director Jing, have you found what’s wrong yet?” Jiao Qingyin asked with a smile. The curve of her mouth was the same as usual, but it felt inexplicably eerie.

Jing Ziqing shivered, feeling that today was somehow much colder than before, but she insisted there was a problem with the scene. Wen Fengyue, the primary source of the plummeting atmospheric pressure, cast a “death stare” at her.

“How should I put it… come look for yourselves!” Jing Ziqing led them to the camera monitor. “The feeling, the feeling is just off!”

Fearing she might get hit, she moved away from Wen Fengyue while speaking and huddled closer to Jiao Qingyin. Consequently, Wen Fengyue’s expression became even more terrifying—the kind that would make a child cry just by seeing her on the street.

The playback began. Jiao Qingyin and Wen Fengyue concentrated, observing the previous takes with a rigorous professional attitude.

Previously, Wen Fengyue had often scrutinized footage of their “rehearsals” late at night, but this was a formal shoot. Filmed with top-tier equipment and professional lighting, the atmosphere created was very different. Moreover… in the shot, both she and Jiao Qingyin were in costume. Jiao Qingyin’s outfit—a student-style shirt and short skirt—hit her heart directly. Those thigh-high socks, in particular, made her want to strip them off every time she touched them.

Watching her on-screen self pin Jiao Qingyin down, the corresponding memories flooded her mind, and Wen Fengyue’s face turned redder than it had during the actual filming.

Compared to the distracted Wen Fengyue, Jiao Qingyin was much more serious. She was truly looking for flaws in the acting. As a host who frequently played characters, a professional habit made her adopt a critical mindset while watching the film.

The first clip ended, and the second began automatically. As Jiao Qingyin watched, she frowned slightly.

It was a bit off.

Looking strictly at acting, the kiss between her and Wen Fengyue—fueled by genuine emotion—matched the script’s description perfectly. But the part that was wrong… was the eyes.

Stepping back into the role of an outsider and watching the kiss from a bystander’s perspective, Jiao Qingyin quickly identified the issue. When Wen Fengyue kissed her, the look in her eyes was fierce, yes, but upon closer inspection, the corners of her eyes were slightly downturned, and those blue eyes were too “clean.” The “vicious” aura of Wei Ling was only acted out on the surface.

To put it bluntly, the difference between the look Wen Fengyue should have portrayed and the look she actually had was like the difference between a wolf and a German Shepherd. At first glance, they look very similar, and most people can’t even tell them apart, but the former will bite a person to death for coming near, while the latter will wag its tail happily.

Hmm… but she’s so cute like this.

Jiao Qingyin touched her lips, looking at Wen Fengyue on the screen, and let out a shallow smile.

Wen Fengyue had been lost in a daze of wandering thoughts, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jiao Qingyin smiling. That captivating little dimple made her want to lean in and kiss her.

She initially started to smile along, but then she realized Jiao Qingyin was smiling at her on the screen. That look… it was like looking at a favorite piece of clothing in a shop window, or the most beautiful flower in a garden. Most importantly, she looked a bit nostalgic.

This nostalgia sent a sharp, sour feeling straight into Wen Fengyue’s mouth, as if she had accidentally bitten down on a whole lemon-flavored particle cigarette. It was sour and bitter, making her want to do something uncontrollable.

She took a step forward and pressed a hand on Jiao Qingyin’s shoulder. “Jiao Jiao.”

Jiao Qingyin snapped out of it, looking at her with confusion. “What is it?” She vaguely felt it was strange—why did the other’s face look even worse than before…?

“Let’s do it one more time,” Wen Fengyue’s eyes were mostly obscured by her glasses. “I know how to act it now.”

“Huh?” Jing Ziqing sat up like a dying man suddenly revived. “Really?!”

Jiao Qingyin was surprised. She had realized it already? She wanted to ask Wen Fengyue a few questions, but she was already being pulled by the hand toward the prop bed. Jiao Qingyin sensed something was amiss, but the situation didn’t allow for careful analysis, as Jing Ziqing had already called everyone to get ready to resume filming.

“Scene One, Take Five, Ready—Action!”

Jiao Qingyin’s waist was hugged by Wen Fengyue once again. Jiao was already familiar with the action after four repetitions, but she wasn’t sure if it was her imagination—the force being used was much greater than before.

“Can I kiss you?” As usual, Wen Fengyue stroked Jiao Qingyin’s face and asked in a low voice. Her eyes were deep, with two flames seemingly burning in her pupils.

Jiao Qingyin felt a slight chill down her spine, experiencing a strange sense of nervousness. She exhaled, intending to say her line after calming her emotions, but before a single word could escape, she was suppressed by Wen Fengyue’s sudden kiss.

They had kissed many times, but Jiao Qingyin could clearly feel that this time was different. Wen Fengyue, stimulated by who-knows-what, stared at Jiao Qingyin with burning eyes while kissing her, exuding an irresistible aura.

Oh, no…! This is different from what I expected…!

Jiao Qingyin’s body trembled slightly, her instincts telling her to flee, but their posture left her with no escape—she was firmly imprisoned in Wen Fengyue’s arms, and all her struggling only served to push them closer. With their current gap in physical stats, she could have broken free easily if she wanted to, but the camera was rolling and people were watching. She could only let Wen Fengyue lead her deeper and deeper into the scene.

Wen Fengyue was completely exhilarated. She had enjoyed every kiss with Jiao Qingyin before, happy enough to sink into them forever, but this time—this time—

This feeling of total control, of pinning Jiao Qingyin in her arms and possessing her completely, made every nerve in her body shiver.

—So it can be like this!

Wen Fengyue was entirely set ablaze. She had taken the lead to start this kiss scene, and now, it was no longer just a scene. It was her true emotional expression.

By the time Jing Ziqing finally called for a stop, Jiao Qingyin’s whole body was soft. Tears clung to the corners of her eyes, and her lips throbbed with continuous pain, leaving her momentarily unwilling to talk to anyone. She wasn’t one to cry; the tears now were purely physiological, but when Wen Fengyue snapped back to reality and saw them, she immediately wore an expression of having done something terribly wrong.

Jiao Qingyin felt a bit ashamed and annoyed from being kissed so hard, so she turned her head, avoiding the other’s pitiful puppy-dog eyes. Wen Fengyue felt like her heart was being squeezed; she felt both excited by the other’s tears and guilty for making her cry.

Jing Ziqing’s enthusiastic praise went in one ear and out the other. Wen Fengyue’s eyes were only on Jiao Qingyin. Seeing Jiao keeping her head down to tidy her costume, she inconspicuously edged closer. Sensing this, Jiao Qingyin paused her hand while adjusting her thigh-high socks and moved slightly further away.

Wen Fengyue’s eyes widened in disbelief, filled with disappointment and hurt.

Jiao Qingyin, who had only intended to make more room for her: “…”

She wanted to explain, but Jing Ziqing was already calling them to go spray the anti-swelling medicine. Explaining now would seem too deliberate, so Jiao Qingyin simply stood up.

“Let’s go,” she said to Wen Fengyue.

She was sulking a little, but only a tiny bit. By the time Wen Fengyue leaned in to apologize, it had mostly dissipated.

“Hurry up! There’s another shot!” Jing Ziqing was impatient.

Jiao Qingyin gave a casual response and walked toward the staff member with the medicine, failing to notice Wen Fengyue’s hand which had just reached out to hold hers. Wen Fengyue’s hand faltered in mid-air before she pulled it back.

Jiao Jiao was angered by the kiss. Is she going to ignore me now…?

Jing Ziqing was very impatient. Once she confirmed the two had a great relationship and could produce the “feeling” she wanted for intimate scenes, she gave them no rest and started filming the next scene immediately. Her schedule was tightly packed, and since not all their scenes were together, after a few shots, they were separated into two different filming areas. They didn’t find a chance to speak privately.

It wasn’t until evening, when Jiao Qingyin finished filming her parts and finished discussing her private application for Blue Star Adventurers with Sister Ji, that she found time to look for Wen Fengyue at the other set. She declined Sister Ji’s company and didn’t change out of her costume, finding a spot where she could clearly see Wen Fengyue.

At that moment, Wen Fengyue was acting out a scene where Wei Ling was jealous.

Wei Ling’s jealousy was different from most people’s; generally, every time she got jealous, someone would have an “accident.” Right now, Wen Fengyue was acting out the plot where, after her first confession was rejected, she hid in the shadows to strike at Cheng Xing’s roommate. This roommate had a crush on Cheng Xing but, due to being the same gender, never spoke of it. However, sensing a spark between Cheng Xing and Professor Wei, she used her status as a friend to warn Cheng Xing not to accept the professor. Cheng Xing cherished her first friend and, being indecisive, agreed.

Upon discovering this, Wei Ling spent an afternoon holding a flowerpot, casually waiting on the path the roommate took every day. The path was secluded and had no surveillance—perfect for someone with intentions.

Jing Ziqing used a first-person perspective from the roommate for the first half of the scene. When the drama aired, people unfamiliar with the book would see a flowerpot accidentally falling from the sky, unaware of the black hand behind it. The shot of Wen Fengyue pushing the pot would only be released during the later reveal.

Jiao Qingyin watched Wen Fengyue on set. She stood by the prop window with a gentle expression, her gaze moving slowly following the person below. As the person drew closer, the smile on her face grew more and more lush until—

“Bang,” Wen Fengyue’s lips parted slightly, happily providing her own sound effect.

“Good! A perfect take! Thank you, everyone! Wrap it up!”

The crew members, who had been forced to work overtime, let out cheers. They weren’t thanking the director, but Wen Fengyue, who usually nailed every take on the first try.

As soon as Wen Fengyue broke character, her expression tightened. Watching her from afar, Jiao Qingyin noticed she seemed a bit unhappy. Did someone upset her? Jiao Qingyin thought, walking toward Wen Fengyue against the crowd.

Wen Fengyue was looking down at her device, not noticing the person she was longing for was already beside her. She was frowning deeply, typing a sentence, deleting it, typing again, and repeating this many times before finally sending it. However, just like every previous message, it received no response.

She stared at the little white dog avatar on the screen with a gloomy expression, reminding Jiao Qingyin of the day they first met on the deck.

“Who isn’t replying to your messages?” Jiao Qingyin asked.

Suddenly hearing the familiar voice, Wen Fengyue was visibly startled. She jumped back two steps, as if she couldn’t believe Jiao Qingyin was standing before her.

Jiao Qingyin was puzzled. “What’s wrong with you?”

Wen Fengyue was incoherent for a moment. She had to turn off her device twice before successfully blacking the screen, and then she managed to organize a complete sentence: “Jiao Jiao, I, you—you haven’t gone home?”

“You’re still on set, why would I go home?”

Seeing the other’s expression—as if she suspected she was dreaming—Jiao Qingyin finally realized there might be a misunderstanding between them. And the thing that could cause a misunderstanding was clearly what happened during the kiss scene.

“About the kiss scene then…”

“I’m sorry!”

Both spoke at once, but Wen Fengyue’s voice was louder, drowning out Jiao Qingyin. Realizing her guess was correct, Jiao Qingyin smiled at Wen Fengyue’s sensitivity and then said: “I’m not angry.”

Wen Fengyue hung her head. “I still need to apologize… I’m sorry. Even though you clearly didn’t like it then, I still…”

It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, Jiao Qingyin thought. If Wen Fengyue kissed her, she certainly liked it—it was just too sudden. Moreover… she felt her reaction had been a bit embarrassing, which was why she was a little unhappy.

“And I…” The words reached her lips, but Wen Fengyue didn’t know how to say them. Say she was jealous of herself in the film? Say she felt Jiao Qingyin was reminiscing about someone else? That would be too childish and unreasonable. Jiao Qingyin probably wouldn’t like the over-possessive type.

“If you insist on apologizing, then I forgive you,” Jiao Qingyin didn’t know Wen Fengyue was mainly apologizing for her random jealousy, but that didn’t stop her from taking the other’s hand. “It’s time to go home.”

Wen Fengyue’s dejected mood from the past half-day was instantly blown away by this action. She was very easy to coax and gripped Jiao Qingyin’s hand back.

But as they walked to the parking lot, she couldn’t help asking once more: “Really not angry?”

“Really,” Jiao Qingyin was exceptionally patient with her. “How do you want me to prove it?”

How to prove it? Wen Fengyue dazed for a moment, then instinctively looked over the current Jiao Qingyin.

Because after moving sets, Jiao Qingyin had been filming Cheng Xing’s high school memories, so she had changed into the Blue Star unified high school uniform. A white shirt on top, a pleated skirt on bottom—the thigh-high socks from the morning hadn’t been changed, and they were paired with white sneakers and a light blue ribbon tied at the neck. To fit the high schooler image, the stylist had used hairpieces to give her straight bangs, making her look incredibly obedient, exactly like a high school girl.

Wen Fengyue fell into a momentary stupor. She never thought this uniform, criticized by Blue Star people as “completely featureless,” could look so good on Jiao Qingyin. Specifically, where the hem of the skirt met the top of the thigh-high socks—the sliver of fair skin between them. As the evening breeze blew, this skin was glimpsed fitfully, making Wen Fengyue’s throat go dry.

Her gaze fell back onto the vehicle, seeing its one-way glass. Wen Fengyue’s brain involuntarily recalled the new version of the script Jing Ziqing had sent her.

“Jiao Jiao… if you’re not angry, can you help me rehearse a later scene?”