After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Inside the Tent

◎This is Wen Fengyue confessing to her◎

Who bit it?

After a brief moment of guilt, Jiao Qingyin became righteous.

—Who else could have bitten it?

Jiao Qingyin used her elbow to prop her upper body up slightly, then leaned back against the tent. Half-sitting to meet Wen Fengyue’s gaze, she said, “Myself.”

Wen Fengyue stared at Jiao Qingyin without saying a word. She said nothing, yet her silence made the latter subconsciously change her tune: “A puppy bit it…”

“…” Wen Fengyue’s breathing, which she had finally managed to steady, became ragged again.

Seeing Wen Fengyue’s look of forced endurance, Jiao Qingyin couldn’t help but feel both annoyed and amused.

She could, of course, explain everything clearly to her, but… currently, she didn’t want to.

“Al” had followed her to this world without permission and had suffered memory loss because of it; Jiao Qingyin was still brooding over this.

Regardless, signs were showing that the other’s memory was recovering. Even if she said nothing, Wen Fengyue would likely discover the truth on her own before long.

Wen Fengyue saw that Jiao Qingyin didn’t want to give her an answer, and her thoughts immediately spiraled into distant places. Details she had intentionally or unintentionally ignored in the past flooded her mind.

The familiarity Jiao Qingyin showed toward living together, the nostalgia that often appeared in her eyes, and certain habits clearly influenced by someone else…

Releasing her clenched jaw, Wen Fengyue turned around and zipped the tent door shut.

After K04’s tracking optical computer was recovered by the production crew, the viewers from his live perspective all migrated over to Jiao Qingyin and Wen Fengyue.

At first, his fans kept instigating trouble with extreme comments—either questioning if the two were lying about K04’s disappearance or insulting the other viewers in the chat, cursing Jiao Qingyin and Wen Fengyue.

The production crew never managed the chat environment, leading to an incredibly toxic atmosphere.

But gradually, normal viewers noticed these people were falling silent one by one, as if they had vanished into thin air.

—It was Jiao Qingyin who had the System wipe out this entire nest.

A large portion of them had criminal records. For such people, the System not only banned their IPs but also conveniently reported their information to the Public Security Bureau.

When the opponents vanished mid-argument, the viewers were a bit dazed, but they soon found something more compelling to care about—Wen Fengyue had suddenly pushed Jiao Qingyin into the tent!

From their perspective, they couldn’t see the tooth mark on the web of Jiao Qingyin’s thumb. They only saw the moment Wen Fengyue’s face instantly changed.

“Are they fighting? Are they fighting!”

“Ahhh what did I miss! What’s wrong with them!”

“No idea, they were fine a second ago!”

Originally, viewers could still catch the motion of flickering shadows through the gap in the tent door, but Wen Fengyue suddenly looked back, gave the two optical computers an expressionless glance, and then zipped the tent completely shut.

The chat was quiet for a moment, then it suddenly exploded, with dense text filling the screen.

“Teacher Wen’s look was so scary!”

“It feels like she’s truly angry. They won’t actually start fighting, will they?”

“What are you thinking? If those two fight, it’ll be on the bed. You know—angry s○x!”

Viewers stared intensely at the tent, trying to see if it would change shape due to the movement inside to deduce the progress of events.

Inside the tent, Wen Fengyue was blocking Jiao Qingyin, trapping her in the narrow space, and asked again: “…Who was it?”

The rims of her eyes were red, making Jiao Qingyin really want to touch them.

However, her movement seemed to cause a misunderstanding—Wen Fengyue tightly closed her eyes when she reached out.

“…You thought I was going to hit you?”

Feeling the gentle caress on the corner of her eye, Wen Fengyue realized she was mistaken. She opened her eyes and gave a sullen nod.

Jiao Qingyin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Why would you think that?”

“Because…” Wen Fengyue looked down. “I’m being unreasonable. You should be angry.”

She was merely Jiao Qingyin’s “friend”; she had no right to be jealous over a tooth mark on the other’s hand.

Jiao Qingyin used her thumb to brush against the corner of Wen Fengyue’s eye, feeling a hint of moisture.

“…” She was somewhat speechless, her heart pricked into softness by Wen Fengyue. “…There’s no harm in telling you.”

Wen Fengyue raised her head, a shimmering light dancing in her eyes as she looked at Jiao Qingyin.

“It was just a… friend,” Jiao Qingyin paused, starting to mix truth with lies. “She had a bit of a misunderstanding with me before and bit me. Because I have… a scarring physique, it never faded.”

“Friend.” Wen Fengyue repeated the word.

Wen Fengyue’s expression was blank, making it impossible for Jiao Qingyin to discern her current mood, so she simply followed the previous statement with a nod. “Yes, a friend.”

“What kind of friend?”

“…A friend whose relationship was similar to ours.”

“Similar to ours?” Wen Fengyue’s gaze refocused. She stared directly into Jiao Qingyin’s eyes, encircling the other’s wrist as she spoke. “A friend who can hug you, kiss you, and share a bed with you?”

Wow, what a sharp question.

Jiao Qingyin blinked, avoiding Wen Fengyue’s gaze, feeling it was necessary to stop here in time.

If she let Wen Fengyue keep asking like this, the other might explode with rage.

She tried to change the subject. “It’s all in the past, I—”

“So… it was that kind of ‘friend’?”

Jiao Qingyin’s scalp felt numb from Wen Fengyue’s stare. The other had one hand pressed on her shoulder and the other grasping her wrist; the movements seemed casual, yet they made it impossible for her to break free.

Recalling Wen Fengyue’s significantly recovered strength, Jiao Qingyin felt a sense of crisis.

Her nerves trembled slightly, but not because of worry or fear.

Jiao Qingyin’s avoidance just now was equivalent to an admission. Upon receiving this answer, Wen Fengyue’s entire aura changed. Those blue-green eyes were shrouded in a layer of gloom, and even the temperature inside the tent seemed to drop several degrees.

She leaned down and fiercely blocked Jiao Qingyin’s lips.

This was the most aggressive she had ever kissed. The taste of blood diffused between their lips and teeth almost immediately.

She pinned Jiao Qingyin’s hands together above her head, then pressed her body down, leaving the other with nowhere to flee except to press tightly against her.

This posture felt too insecure, and combined with being kissed to the point of oxygen deprivation, Jiao Qingyin subconsciously raised her leg, trying to create some distance from Wen Fengyue.

Her action stimulated Wen Fengyue. The latter’s eyes were bloodshot as she bit down on Jiao Qingyin’s cheek.

“You…!”

Another bite, this time Wen Fengyue bit Jiao Qingyin’s neck.

Jiao Qingyin’s temper flared from being bitten, and Wen Fengyue immediately acted as if she knew she was wrong, licking the tooth mark she had created.

The tooth mark gave her bad associations. Right then, she grabbed Jiao Qingyin’s left hand and bit down on the web of the thumb.

“Hiss… Wen Fengyue, are you a dog… mmph!”

Wen Fengyue thought to herself: if being a puppy meant she could do these things to Jiao Qingyin, then she was more than willing.

In the heat of her emotions, Wen Fengyue didn’t notice that the shape of the bite mark she left perfectly matched the existing one on Jiao Qingyin’s hand.

She held Jiao Qingyin, licking and biting. Occasionally when she bit too hard, she would press against the other’s ear and ask, “Did I hurt you?” causing Jiao Qingyin’s body to keep tensing until finally—

“Al! Stop!”

Jiao Qingyin’s angry shout rang out, and all of Wen Fengyue’s movements froze.

She looked down at Jiao Qingyin, whom she had completely suppressed. The other’s face was flushed, her eyes tearful, and a large area of skin from her jaw to her collarbone was covered in ambiguous marks.

At this moment, she was panting and glaring at her, looking absolutely beautiful.

Wen Fengyue wanted to continue, but… Jiao Qingyin told her to stop.

Wait, if Jiao Qingyin told her to stop, did she have to stop?

“Why should I listen to you?” Wen Fengyue asked, her desire completely undisguised in her eyes.

She had endured for too long. Since the first few days she met Jiao Qingyin, she had wanted to do this.

Before, she had always used “friend” and “practicing scenes” as a cover. Only today was she revealing her true self to Jiao Qingyin.

She straightened her back slightly and made her gaze fierce, trying to look more imposing, then said: “What if I say no?”

Jiao Qingyin said nothing, but she let out a cold laugh.

Wen Fengyue: “…” She silently retracted the wild and arrogant expression on her face. Before her brain could react, her body sat up obediently.

She even helped Jiao Qingyin up.

After doing this, Wen Fengyue wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.

What was wrong with her! At a time like this, shouldn’t she have assertively refused and let Jiao Qingyin know what she was capable of!

How could she do exactly what the other person said…!

“Hiss…!”

Wen Fengyue looked up quickly. “What’s wrong?”

Jiao Qingyin, who had accidentally touched her collarbone and brushed against a patch of broken skin, glared at Wen Fengyue.

“…” Wen Fengyue knew the reason. She pursed her lips and inched forward. “Let me see…”

She had anticipated being rejected by Jiao Qingyin, but the other said nothing except for a dissatisfied huff.

Only after Wen Fengyue nervously treated all the injuries did Jiao Qingyin complain: “How can you like biting people so much?”

“…Because I was a dog in my past life.”

Jiao Qingyin: “…” Every word she wanted to say was choked back by Wen Fengyue’s response.

Wen Fengyue lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the web of Jiao Qingyin’s thumb.

The wound here had been intentionally left untreated by her. The swollen bite mark where the skin was broken looked serious, with blood faintly seeping… She took a deep breath and finally reached out.

“Give me your hand… let me put medicine on it.”

Compared to overriding the tooth mark left by “that person,” Jiao Qingyin’s body was more important.

Jiao Qingyin was a bit surprised but still handed her hand over.

She watched Wen Fengyue, who looked gloomy and fierce, yet still treated her with gentle movements. Her expression slowly relaxed.

Then, Wen Fengyue spoke in a low voice, “You can obviously feel it, right…”

Her words were vague, but Jiao Qingyin immediately understood the meaning.

Wen Fengyue was asking her if she had long ago discovered that she liked her.

But Jiao Qingyin still pretended not to understand. “Hmm?”

Wen Fengyue kept her lips tightly shut, refusing to say another word.

She meticulously treated the final wound for Jiao Qingyin, only to find—the bite mark she had left vanished under the special effect spray, but “that person’s” remained.

Wen Fengyue gritted her teeth, the heat in her gaze almost enough to burn someone. “…Scarring physique?”

What kind of scarring physique would precisely leave only one specific mark?

Seeing that her initial lie had been seen through, Jiao Qingyin didn’t feel much embarrassment. She opened her mouth and said, “This is actually a birthmark… oof!”

She was pushed down onto the sleeping bag by Wen Fengyue again.

This time, the commotion the two made was quite large, causing the tent to wobble twice.

Jiao Qingyin cooperated with Wen Fengyue’s kiss this time and took back the lead during the deepening process. By the end, when Wen Fengyue dizzily came to her senses, she realized that at some point, she had been pinned down by Jiao Qingyin instead.

Jiao Qingyin’s breathing was rapid. She was sitting on Wen Fengyue’s waist. Seeing that the other had cleared her head, she lightly licked her lips and flashed a smile.

Wen Fengyue’s heart felt like it would leap out of her chest.

She was one hundred percent certain that Jiao Qingyin had always known she liked her.

If she knew her feelings, why could she still be so casual and close with her, neither avoiding suspicion nor feeling repulsed? It was as if, as if—she liked her too.

Jiao Qingyin… could she like her?

If she had realized this before discovering the tooth mark, Wen Fengyue might have been hesitant and afraid to seek confirmation, fearing it would destroy her “friendship” with Jiao Qingyin. But now…

The thought of the other’s past “friend” made Wen Fengyue both sour and angry. She felt like a salted lemon, finding everything unpleasant.

She stared at Jiao Qingyin, trying her best not to let her tone sound too sarcastic, then asked: “Who is that ‘friend’ of yours? Can you tell me?”

Jiao Qingyin intentionally pretended to think. Two seconds later, she said, “No.”

Wen Fengyue turned her head away in anger.

Jiao Qingyin almost laughed out loud, but seeing that Wen Fengyue was truly upset, she leaned in slightly to offer some comfort.

But before she could, Wen Fengyue turned her head back. “Is that person male or female? What is their profession? What do they look like? What is their personality? And—did that person… treat you well?”

Her gaze was stubborn and her expression tense, but her voice trembled uncontrollably as she spoke, as if she was about to cry.

“Al, I—”

“Can’t you even say that? Is it because that person is better than me in every way?”

Jiao Qingyin subconsciously shook her head.

The arc of her movement was subtle, but Wen Fengyue caught it immediately and seized upon it: “I’m better than her?”

“This…” Jiao Qingyin pondered, organizing her words, but then saw the rims of Wen Fengyue’s eyes quickly flush with a deeper red than before.

This made her immediately change her tune: “You are better than her.”

Wen Fengyue blinked back her tears.

She stared unblinkingly into Jiao Qingyin’s eyes. “Really?”

As things stood, Jiao Qingyin’s first choice was to nod. “Really.”

With her assurance, Wen Fengyue looked much more relaxed than before. Jiao Qingyin stood up and sat to the side, pulling the other up as she did.

After sitting up, Wen Fengyue curled into a ball next to Jiao Qingyin, constantly emitting signals of gloom and irritability, yet she didn’t blame Jiao Qingyin for these negative emotions.

She tried to digest these things on her own, but after less than a minute, she couldn’t help but ask again: “Did that person die, or did she leave you?”

Jiao Qingyin wanted to skip these topics and talk about something else, but after that question, she pursed her lips and answered: “I left her.”

Regarding her choice to leave, Jiao Qingyin felt very guilty, so she didn’t lie again.

As a result, Wen Fengyue suddenly became happy because of this sentence.

“You left her—that means you aren’t interested in her anymore, right?”

Turning around to see Wen Fengyue’s sparkling eyes, Jiao Qingyin opened her mouth, feeling for the first time that speaking was such a difficult task.

She finally chose to say: “It was mainly… due to some force majeure.”

This answer wasn’t what Wen Fengyue expected, but it still made her slightly happier than before—after all, regardless of the reason, Jiao Qingyin had already chosen to leave that person, which meant she had a chance.

Wen Fengyue grabbed Jiao Qingyin’s hand, her tone incredibly serious: “It must be because she wasn’t good enough that you chose to leave. It’s all her fault.”

Jiao Qingyin: “…”

Seeing that the other didn’t refute her, Wen Fengyue pressed her advantage and began to desperately vilify “that person”: “She must have been unworthy of you in every aspect. Forget her. Let the past be the past…”

Jiao Qingyin: “Actually…”

Wen Fengyue gripped Jiao Qingyin’s hand tightly, fearing she would say something good about “that person.” The panic and nervousness on her face were nearly overflowing. “Am I wrong?”

Seeing this, Jiao Qingyin had no choice but to nod. “You have a point.”

…She wondered what kind of expression Wen Fengyue would have when she regained her memories and looked back on today.

Jiao Qingyin’s agreement made Wen Fengyue’s face brighten, but she still had one thing to say— “This tooth mark…”

“…Is a tattoo.” Jiao Qingyin gave a reasonable explanation this time.

Wen Fengyue’s expression shifted repeatedly, finally settling on a look as if she wanted to kill someone.

Fearing she would be too angry, Jiao Qingyin patted her shoulder and said with a bit of a guilty conscience, “It’s all in the past…”

She thought for a moment and added: “After the show ends, I can go get this tattoo removed.”

Jiao Qingyin thought Wen Fengyue would be happy about this, but the other’s reaction was the complete opposite—

“No,” Wen Fengyue shook her head quickly, her tone urgent yet containing a hint of gritted teeth. “Removing a tattoo is too painful. Anyway, anyway… it’s not prominent, so… keep it.”

Saying this, her murderous intent rose again: That bastard from before actually dared to make Jiao Jiao get a tattoo for her, truly deserves to die…!

Jiao Qingyin was slightly stunned. Wen Fengyue’s choice was unexpected. She hadn’t realized that the protective desire the other poured into her had already surpassed her obsessive possessiveness.

“Al…” Jiao Qingyin gripped Wen Fengyue’s hand back, her eyes feeling a little stinging.

Hearing her nickname, Wen Fengyue’s ears twitched. Interpreting this as an invitation from Jiao Qingyin, she took the other’s left hand, brought it to her lips, and asked quietly: “Can I bite it?”

Jiao Qingyin couldn’t help but laugh. “How many times have you bitten me today?”

Wen Fengyue’s face flushed with shame, but she still held her head high and emphasized: “That’s different!”

How could her forcing it be the same as having Jiao Qingyin’s permission!

“Alright, bite lightly.” Jiao Qingyin laughed and agreed.

Wen Fengyue lowered her eyes and bit down on the web of Jiao Qingyin’s thumb. It was very light, with almost no force, feeling more like a kiss.

Jiao Qingyin felt a bit ticklish from her actions, but she didn’t pull away. Her gaze as she stared at the other’s profile inadvertently became very gentle.

Wen Fengyue seriously and meticulously kissed Jiao Qingyin’s “tattoo” back and forth many times, as if placing her own mark on it.

Finally, when Jiao Qingyin’s forearm began to feel tired, Wen Fengyue released her and announced: “Now it was left by me.”

Jiao Qingyin cooperated by nodding and even gave her a round of applause.

Wen Fengyue breathed a sigh of relief. This was actually her test; she wanted to know how important that “friend” was in Jiao Qingyin’s heart.

Now it seems… hmph, clearly she is more important!

However, whether it was psychological or self-hypnosis, later on, Wen Fengyue gradually felt like the tooth mark was left by her.

Seeing Wen Fengyue’s mood improve, Jiao Qingyin said, “It’s time to go out, otherwise the people in the chat will be spreading rumors that we’ve already had children.”

She just said it casually, but Wen Fengyue seemed to take it seriously. She blushed first, then showed a look of dissatisfaction.

Jiao Qingyin was curious and asked: “What’s wrong?”

Wen Fengyue hesitated but spoke the truth: “I don’t like children…”

“…We can’t have them anyway.” Jiao Qingyin found it both funny and speechless.

“I don’t like pets either.”

Seeing Jiao Qingyin looking at her, Wen Fengyue added quickly: “Especially dogs, specifically dogs with white fur and blue eyes.”

Jiao Qingyin: “…?”

Wen Fengyue subtly launched a multi-faceted attack on white-furred dogs, issuing a series of statements including, but not limited to, them getting dirty easily, looking silly, and their fur turning yellow over time.

When hearing Wen Fengyue list the flaw that “you can’t find a white dog when it hides in a blanket,” Jiao Qingyin couldn’t help but chime in: “Then wouldn’t it be fine just to not use a white blanket?”

Wen Fengyue fell silent. She knew it—Jiao Qingyin still wanted to raise a dog!

She was certain there was something wrong with the avatar of the other’s private account. That dog was definitely raised by Jiao Qingyin and her former “friend” together!

Seeing Wen Fengyue’s face darken, Jiao Qingyin changed her tone: “You’re right, it’s better not to have pets.”

As she spoke, she went to open the tent door. If she continued this topic with Wen Fengyue, she was afraid she would let something slip.

“Wait a moment.”

Wen Fengyue pressed down Jiao Qingyin’s hand.

Jiao Qingyin turned back to see the other biting her lower lip, looking as if she had something to say but was hesitating.

This made Jiao Qingyin feel strange: the other had spoken so much today, could there still be something she wanted to say but didn’t dare to?

She withdrew her hand and took the initiative to ask: “What’s wrong?”

Jiao Qingyin’s voice gave Wen Fengyue her final bit of courage. she looked into the other’s eyes and asked slowly: “Was that… ‘friend’ of yours always just a ‘friend’?”

Jiao Qingyin froze, not knowing how to answer.

Fortunately, that wasn’t what Wen Fengyue truly wanted to ask. Following that sentence, she spoke rapidly: “If I said I like you, and I don’t just want to be ‘friends’ but want to take a step further, would you be willing to… accept me?”

Jiao Qingyin’s hand on the tent zipper trembled, and the door was pulled open.

The cool night wind blew onto both of them, making Jiao Qingyin’s reddening face look as if it were a sudden reaction to the cold.

She realized with a start that this was Wen Fengyue officially confessing to her.