After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Love Hotel

 

◎She didn’t want to be “family” with her!◎

 

While Wen Fengyue was lost in her wild thoughts, Jiao Qingyin ended her observation and answered the previous question: “It’s very cool.”

 

Very cool? Is she talking about the mirror or— Wen Fengyue was dazed for a moment before realizing the other was commenting on her look.

 

Cool… is that a compliment?

 

Wen Fengyue had only gotten this haircut because the barber that day talked too much; to make him be quiet, she simply accepted his suggestion. Afterward, she discovered that this new image effectively blocked love letters and confessions, and conveniently kept people who wanted to be her “friend” at a distance, so she had deliberately kept it until now.

 

Judging by Jiao Qingyin’s reaction… she could accept it?

 

Wen Fengyue couldn’t help but touch the blue tips of her hair, but in the next second, she heard Jiao Qingyin’s teasing laughter. “It’s just that this street-style look doesn’t quite match the bicycle—”

 

The girl’s bicycle even had a little pink basket on it.

 

Wen Fengyue flushed completely red. She had never cared about her image before, but the moment she faced Jiao Qingyin, she couldn’t stop herself from obsessing over it.

 

“I’m almost an adult,” she emphasized.

 

Just as Wen Fengyue decided to defend her image, a bird flew straight toward them from the opposite side of the lake.

 

Jiao Qingyin looked up before Wen Fengyue did and saw it was a small parrot. It had iron rings on its legs, clearly a pet, and flying across the entire lake seemed difficult for it. By the time Jiao Qingyin spotted it, the bird was already stumbling in the air.

 

“Chirp! Chirp!”

 

The little parrot cried out while flapping its wings. Wen Fengyue sat up straighter as she saw it, casting her gaze toward two figures leaning toward them on the shore. The person in the wheelchair was very old, and the young person pushing her didn’t dare run too fast. Their progress was slow, and by the time they arrived, they witnessed the parrot falling straight toward the lake’s surface.

 

“Xiao Feng!” the old woman shouted, and the young person behind her took a desperate step forward, wanting to rush in to save the bird.

 

Wen Fengyue frowned, wanting to avoid them, but her pupils constricted as she turned her head—before its feathers touched the water, the parrot was suddenly buoyed by something, flying upward a short distance. It regained its strength, flapped its wings desperately, and flew into the young person’s hands within a few strokes.

 

Back with its owner, the little parrot emitted a series of aggrieved chirps, continuously pecking the person’s palm.

 

While the owner and pet were having their reunion, Wen Fengyue stared fixedly at the water for a long time, her gaze so focused it made Jiao Qingyin feel a bit helpless. Jiao Qingyin thought her actions were discreet and hard for others to notice—for instance, the old and young pair focused on the bird hadn’t noticed her helping hand.

 

But Wen Fengyue had seen it. Not only seen it, but realized something was wrong… an ordinary person would have dismissed it as an optical illusion, wouldn’t they?

 

To distract her, Jiao Qingyin whispered in her ear: “Let’s go?”

 

Sure enough, Wen Fengyue immediately pulled her gaze back, gave a tiny nod, and walked straight past the two people. Just as they were about to leave the lakeside, Jiao Qingyin, with the powerful hearing of a ghost, captured a peculiar sound.

 

It was the little parrot talking. It imitated the voice it had just heard, using the exact same tone and the exact same vocal quality, repeating the cry: “Let’s go? Let’s go?”

 

“Where did Xiao Feng learn that from?” the old lady said cheerfully, stroking the recovered bird. “That girl’s voice is actually quite pretty.”

 

“Grandma, we really should clip Xiao Feng’s wings next time,” the young person complained with a mix of pity and annoyance. “All he does is fly everywhere. If he really falls in the water next time, you’ll be the one heartbroken.”

 

As Wen Fengyue walked further away, their voices gradually faded. Jiao Qingyin froze in place, failing to keep up immediately. She paused and looked back; the little parrot happened to fly onto the young person’s head and chirped at her once more.

 

…Another piece of trivia: animals could see her ghost form.

 

Jiao Qingyin only shared a distant look with the parrot before being pulled by Wen Fengyue’s body to another part of the park. However, they couldn’t stay in the park for long because of a sudden downpour that forced them to leave.

 

The rain came out of nowhere and grew heavier by the second. By the time Wen Fengyue reached her bicycle, the weather was no longer suitable for riding back. Wen Fengyue was mostly soaked. She looked at the darkening sky and calmly considered her options. Before, she would have just charged into the rain, but now she had to consider Jiao Qingyin’s feelings when the latter used this body.

 

“Have you been to that hotel?”

 

Hearing Jiao Qingyin’s question, Wen Fengyue instinctively looked up. Amidst the dense rain, a glowing hotel sign was very prominent.

 

“No,” Wen Fengyue paused before finishing her sentence, “…that’s a love hotel.”

 

It was a high-end love hotel famous throughout the city and even the province, but… fundamentally, it was still a love hotel.

 

Hearing this, Jiao Qingyin’s eyes lit up.

 

A love hotel…! Another place she had never seen before!

 

Once her curiosity was piqued, Jiao Qingyin, who had originally just been offering an option, immediately wanted to go inside and look. She looked at Wen Fengyue with anticipation in her eyes. “There’s no rule saying one person can’t stay in a love hotel, right?”

 

Wen Fengyue couldn’t see Jiao Qingyin’s expression, but her ears began to burn at the sound of her voice, so much so that she nodded before even fully processing the question.

 

Three minutes later, a damp Wen Fengyue stepped into the hotel lobby. Amidst the receptionist’s mix of surprise and awe, she spoke in a muffled voice: “I’d like a room.”

 

The receptionist snapped out of it, first calling someone to bring a dry towel, then saying: “Certainly. Please show me your ID.”

 

Jiao Qingyin floated to the side and only then saw the notice card on the counter—No check-ins for those under eighteen.

 

Eighteen… in the apocalypse, kids had already been on the front lines for three years, but here they couldn’t even book a room. If Wen Fengyue couldn’t stay, they would have to wait in the lobby for the rain to let up…

 

“Is an electronic ID okay?”

 

“Yes, that’s fine.”

 

Wen Fengyue took out her phone and naturally opened her electronic ID. Jiao Qingyin leaned in to look and found that Wen Fengyue’s age on the ID was 25. The machine authentication passed immediately. The receptionist pulled up the available room types and asked casually: “When will your partner be arriving? All guests need to be registered.”

 

Wen Fengyue looked up at her. “I’m staying alone.”

 

The receptionist instinctively let out an “Ah?” before realizing her lapse in etiquette. She quickly apologized and compensated: “Then please see if there’s a room you like; we’ll prioritize your arrangement.”

 

“25 years old?” Jiao Qingyin leaned against Wen Fengyue’s ear and chuckled softly.

 

“A fake ID… I have many similar documents,” Wen Fengyue said, her cheeks flushed, though it was unclear if it was from the rain or Jiao Qingyin’s proximity.

 

“A minor who can only ride a bicycle but can stay in a love hotel, hmm?”

 

Wen Fengyue took the tablet for room selection, trying hard to keep a straight face and force the topic away: “Choosing the room now.”

 

Jiao Qingyin laughingly let her off. She lowered her head, her hair happening to intertwine with Wen Fengyue’s.

 

“Water bed room, electric room, hmm… how is this glass room designed? Can passersby outside see in?”

 

Wen Fengyue hadn’t thought picking a room with Jiao Qingyin was wrong at first, but as the other read out the special descriptions one by one, she suddenly realized this was something usually only couples did.

 

“Wen Fengyue? Xiao Wen? Xiao Yue?”

 

Wen Fengyue snapped back to reality at Jiao Qingyin’s call. She felt her heart might be malfunctioning; otherwise, why would it beat so fast it felt like it would burst through her chest just because the other called her name a few times?

 

She pulled herself together and tapped on the glass room’s description. “It’s one-way glass. People inside can see out, but people outside can’t see in.”

 

“Oh—” Jiao Qingyin replied with a long drawl, her tone showing deep interest.

 

This prompted Wen Fengyue to ask: “Do you like that kind?”

 

“No, compared to the glass,” Jiao Qingyin pointed vaguely at a certain room type. Remembering the other couldn’t see, she added, “The second one in the third row. I think this one is more interesting.”

 

Wen Fengyue moved her gaze and found that the name of that room type… didn’t contain a single word that could pass a censor. She silently opened the details page and was immediately blocked from speaking by the facility descriptions, prop introductions, and safety precautions that greeted her.

 

She paused for a long time before speaking: “Do you… like doing this to people, or having this done to you…?”

 

While asking, Wen Fengyue also used her imagination. She found she could accept the image of the other brandishing a whip, but if anyone dared to raise a whip against the other… Wen Fengyue nearly crushed the corner of the tablet.

 

Using a voice that didn’t even sound like her own, she spoke word by word: “Then we’re taking this room?”

 

Jiao Qingyin was stunned. Seeing Wen Fengyue’s dark expression, she realized where the girl’s thoughts had gone.

 

“I like the private balcony it comes with; it’s not that kind of preference,” Jiao Qingyin explained, feeling speechless and amused before Wen Fengyue’s thoughts became even worse. “And since the two of us are staying, how could I possibly choose to stay here?”

 

Jiao Qingyin thought she had explained clearly, but Wen Fengyue’s focus was entirely elsewhere. “…Why not the two of us?”

 

“…” Jiao Qingyin looked at Wen Fengyue and found that she was actually asking seriously.

 

How was she supposed to answer that?

 

Jiao Qingyin was rarely at a loss for words. She hesitated for a while before finding a suitable angle: “This room doesn’t have a bed.”

 

“There’s an operating table. We can sleep on that.”

 

Jiao Qingyin went quiet for a second. The knowledge she learned from the Bureau’s think tank was vast and varied, and her theoretical knowledge was rich enough to recognize what the “operating table” Wen Fengyue mentioned actually was. …But it was better not to tell her.

 

Jiao Qingyin skipped the topic and said: “The water on you isn’t dry yet. Just pick a room and go in to take a shower.”

 

Take a shower… Wen Fengyue’s expression shifted subtly. She stopped obsessing over that specific suite and switched back to the main page, letting Jiao Qingyin choose. However, because their communication was entirely internal, her behavior caused the receptionist to misunderstand.

 

“Are you unsure how to choose?” the receptionist asked warmly. “If you’re staying alone, we recommend the ‘Cozy Rose Room’ or the ‘Quiet Dark Night Room.’ If you want something more stimulating, we also have the ‘Mirror Room’…”

 

As she said each name, she opened the corresponding room type to show Wen Fengyue. When she reached the suite full of mirrors, Wen Fengyue had a sudden stress reaction.

 

She quickly stopped the receptionist from introducing it. “Which rooms have balconies?”

 

Ten minutes later, Wen Fengyue and Jiao Qingyin arrived at the luxury suite on the top floor of the hotel. There were no special toys here, but there was a large balcony with a swimming pool, and the two-meter-wide bed was soft and comfortable.

 

Jiao Qingyin first passed through the door to check the bathroom. When she turned back to urge Wen Fengyue, she witnessed the girl taking off her shirt.

 

“Wait!” Jiao Qingyin blurted out to stop her.

 

Wen Fengyue’s movements froze. She remained with her short-sleeved shirt half-on and half-off, waiting for Jiao Qingyin’s next words.

 

“You…” Jiao Qingyin choked. Many words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t know which to say. Finally, she turned around. “Alright, you can take it off.”

 

Wen Fengyue blinked. Instead of taking the shirt off, she put the wet garment back on.

 

“Jiao Jiao Sister…”

 

Hearing the person behind her using that spoiled tone again, Jiao Qingyin floated up and down uneasily before asking: “What is it?”

 

Wen Fengyue recalled the skills she learned as a child and dropped her eyes perfectly, revealing a pitiful look mixed with anticipation. “I’m tired… could you control the body to take a shower for me?”

 

Even if Jiao Qingyin was lightheaded from being called “Sister,” she wasn’t about to agree to that request.

 

“I think you can wash yourself,” she said, turning around with her mouth slightly tensed. After her eyes caught the water dripping from the other’s hair, she couldn’t help but add an urge, “If you dawdle any longer, you’ll catch a cold.”

 

Finding no room for negotiation in Jiao Qingyin’s tone, Wen Fengyue’s expression didn’t change, but a layer of mist seemed to rise in her eyes, looking extremely aggrieved. Jiao Qingyin simply turned her head away and stopped looking at her.

 

Seeing that the “play dead/act pitiful” skill didn’t work, Wen Fengyue had to honestly strip off her wet clothes and walk into the bathroom. Jiao Qingyin didn’t follow. She had realized that Wen Fengyue likely considered her her second personality, so she had basically no sense of boundaries and often ignored the protection of her own privacy. Perhaps because of this mistaken perception, Jiao Qingyin felt Wen Fengyue trusted her a bit too much. After ten years apart, she wasn’t even worried about her having ill intentions.

 

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, Jiao Qingyin intended to check the room for cameras or suspicious devices.

 

“Jiao Jiao?”

 

Wen Fengyue’s call made Jiao Qingyin pause. “What is it?”

 

Across the door, her voice sounded distant. Wen Fengyue was momentarily alert before remembering the data she had read. When different personalities can talk to each other, the volume of their voices depends on their respective perceptions. She felt Jiao Qingyin’s voice was distant because, in her perception, the other was unwilling to enter the bathroom with her.

 

After figuring this out, Wen Fengyue spoke again, but because of the content, her voice was slightly raspy:

 

“Multiple personalities usually have many forms of existence. Some personalities see themselves as another form of the primary personality.”

 

“Others believe they have an independent name, age, and gender. Their perceived appearance is different from the actual body, and they view their entity as two different people…”

 

“Sister, which one are you?”

 

Amidst the sound of trickling water, Jiao Qingyin quietly listened to Wen Fengyue’s words. Only after the other stopped speaking did she give her answer: “Understood in your way… I’m the latter.”

 

Wen Fengyue had a guess before asking, and now that she had Jiao Qingyin’s confirmation, her voice, blurred by the water, reached the other’s ears: “So… Jiao Jiao Sister, how do you see me?”

 

Am I your primary personality, your friend, or is the relationship more distant, or perhaps…

 

Jiao Qingyin looked down at her transparent body, thinking that Wen Fengyue appeared cold to outsiders but was actually much more sensitive than she had expected. Her silence lasted for dozens of seconds. Hearing no voice, Wen Fengyue instinctively turned off the faucet.

 

At that moment, Jiao Qingyin’s voice rang out: “You’re already calling me ‘Sister’.”

 

Wen Fengyue froze, not even noticing the foam from her hair about to slide into her eyes. Did the other mean she saw her as family, like a younger sister…? But her calling the other “Sister” wasn’t for that purpose, it was—

 

It was…?

 

Wen Fengyue was stuck. Standing blankly under the showerhead, she couldn’t find words to describe her view of Jiao Qingyin. Calling her “Sister” but not wanting her to actually be her “sister”… what kind of mindset was that?

 

“Just focus on your shower; don’t chat with me.”

 

Jiao Qingyin’s voice interrupted Wen Fengyue’s thoughts. Afterward, no matter how much she called the other, she received no reply other than a “I’m here.” This made Wen Fengyue instinctively speed up, desperate to leave the bathroom.

 

In the room—Jiao Qingyin floated exactly three meters away from Wen Fengyue, facing off with a grim face against a blood-covered ghost outside the balcony. This ghost had also been female in life, but compared to the previous one, she was significantly more powerful. Thick resentment drifted from her seven orifices, and her elongated, spindly limbs were constantly dripping blood.

 

“THAT. IS. MY. PREY.”

 

Several large, blood-red characters appeared on the balcony’s glass door. Jiao Qingyin immediately realized the ghost had set its sights on Wen Fengyue. The blood-red words were piercing, and combining them with the ghost’s malice toward Wen Fengyue, Jiao Qingyin even had the urge to tear the door down.

 

Considering Wen Fengyue could hear her voice, Jiao Qingyin only mouthed one word: “Scram.”

 

The opponent was strong, but she was stronger; otherwise, this ghost wouldn’t have stayed away from the balcony, only floating above the pool to be disgusting. The water in the bathroom soon stopped. Sensing that Wen Fengyue had finished showering and was about to come out, Jiao Qingyin waved her hand and pulled the curtains shut tightly.

 

The female ghost’s vision was completely cut off, but that gloomy resentment still hung nearby, refusing to disperse. Jiao Qingyin’s gaze grew colder. Since the other was being stubborn, there was no harm in being ruthless.

 

At that moment, Wen Fengyue, tied in a bathrobe and radiating heat, walked out of the bathroom. She immediately noticed the abnormality in the room. “…Were the curtains closed before?”

 

Jiao Qingyin pushed the balcony door open a tiny crack and answered casually: “Probably blown by the wind.”

 

Wen Fengyue didn’t think too much of it. Feeling the cool breeze, she walked to the balcony and closed the door properly. Out of a strange impulse, Jiao Qingyin took advantage of the close distance to command a gust of wind, slapping the female ghost across the face and making her stumble, without the ghost seeing a single hair on Wen Fengyue’s head.

 

“It’s still raining,” Wen Fengyue said, looking at the gloomy sky outside. “Do you want to see the pool now?”

 

Jiao Qingyin was currently locking eyes with the ghost outside the balcony. Hearing Wen Fengyue’s question, she was taken aback. She had only mentioned her interest in the large balcony and pool in passing; she didn’t expect the girl to remember.

 

“Wait until the rain stops,” Jiao Qingyin said, while discreetly evaporating some of the water droplets from the tips of Wen Fengyue’s hair. “Come on, let’s go rest on the bed for a while.”

 

The moment Wen Fengyue had come out, she had quickly finished checking the room; there were no suspicious surveillance devices, so Wen Fengyue could rest peacefully. As for the one annoying thing… Jiao Qingyin estimated the distance and said to Wen Fengyue: “Sleep a bit more to the right.”

 

Wen Fengyue, who had just sat on the bed, didn’t understand why but complied obediently. This way, her distance from the balcony was narrowed to within three meters, allowing Jiao Qingyin to comfortably teach the lingering thing a lesson.

 

Although she was lying down halfway, Wen Fengyue had no desire to sleep; she practically had “I want to talk” written all over her face. Seeing this, Jiao Qingyin said: “Give me two minutes.”

 

Wen Fengyue raised her head quickly. “Are you going to sleep?”

 

She already had post-traumatic stress from Jiao Qingyin’s “slumber.” Even though the other said two minutes, if…

 

“Trust me,” Jiao Qingyin promised in a low voice.

 

Those three words made Wen Fengyue swallow all her protests. After her lips opened and closed a few times, she nodded. She said in an extremely small voice: “…I will count the numbers and wait for you.”

 

Jiao Qingyin chuckled.

 

The female ghost had just recovered from the slap. Looking up, she saw the ghost following the fragrant human. The opponent was looking down at her, a cold cruelty in her eyes.

 

She panicked instantly. “You can’t kill me! I’m a psychic ghost, I can tell—that human doesn’t know you’re a ghost! If you don’t want her to know—”

 

“I think you’ve mistaken something,” Jiao Qingyin said, with no intention of listening further. She raised her hand. “If I don’t want her to know, she will never find out—if she does, it will only be because I don’t mind her knowing the truth.”

 

“Besides, those words you left are really an eyesore.”

 

What did she mean, saying Wen Fengyue was her “prey”?

 

The moment she saw that declaration of war, the surge of rage Jiao Qingyin felt almost made her lose her restraint. She hadn’t had such intense emotional fluctuations in a long time. Before spending time figuring out the reason, she decided to thoroughly clean up the source of her anger.

 

As she spoke, Jiao Qingyin’s fingers gently curled. In the next second, the ghost who had been chattering away was suddenly as if her neck were being squeezed tightly. Aside from “he-he” gasping sounds, she couldn’t make another noise.

 

In the room, Wen Fengyue kept her eyes shut tight, counting down in a trembling voice.

 

“100, 99, 98…”