After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Game

◎The person who cheats is a puppy◎

Wen Fengyue had thought she was already used to waiting.

She had waited in the lonely darkness for a full ten years. Even though she knew clearly that the person she was waiting for might not exist, she never gave up.

Compared to ten years, two minutes felt incredibly brief.

But Wen Fengyue felt that every number she was counting down now was so long it was unbearable; she had never realized before that time could flow so slowly.

“58, 57, 56…”

After realizing only one minute had passed, Wen Fengyue couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of trance.

She wanted to open her eyes, but then realized that no matter where she looked, she wouldn’t be able to find any evidence to prove Jiao Qingyin’s actual existence.

Jiao Qingyin was like a wisp of clear breeze; she couldn’t see her, and she couldn’t catch her.

What if the other person suddenly disappeared again like last time… then she might not have the fortitude to wait another ten years.

Suddenly, Wen Fengyue didn’t want this final minute to end.

At the very least, while the time hadn’t run out, she could still maintain a sense of anticipation, but if the time ended and Jiao Qingyin hadn’t come back…

“I’m back, I didn’t lie to you, did I?”

The moment she heard Jiao Qingyin’s voice, Wen Fengyue’s perception of her surroundings instantly rushed back. She snapped her eyes open and sat up, “Jiao Jiao!”

Jiao Qingyin had just finished dealing with the trash and her mood hadn’t fully regained its calm when she heard the other person’s flustered yet pleasantly surprised call. The abundant emotion contained within it made her movements as she drifted toward Wen Fengyue come to a complete halt.

She had no doubt that if she had a physical body, Wen Fengyue would have pounced on her by now.

The thought made Jiao Qingyin feel inexplicably uneasy. She averted her gaze and brought up a topic to shift Wen Fengyue’s attention, “Your hair needs to be dried.”

Wen Fengyue originally wanted to ask what the other person had been doing during that minute, but Jiao Qingyin’s attitude made her faintly realize that the other person did not intend to tell her.

So she paused for a moment and then agreed: “Okay.”

If the other person wanted to say it, she wouldn’t need to ask; if the other person didn’t want to say it… then asking wouldn’t be of much use anyway.

Their relationship wasn’t yet so good… that they could share all their secrets with each other.

Wen Fengyue found the hair dryer and stood in front of the mirror. Her soaked hair was dripping water, and the ends had even dampened her bathrobe.

“I should have called you to dry your hair earlier,” Jiao Qingyin said, looking at the reflection of Wen Fengyue in the mirror. “You won’t wake up tomorrow morning with a cold, will you?”

“It’s fine, my body is… okay.”

Wen Fengyue originally wanted to say her body was very good, but when her gaze touched the waterproof bandage on her neck, she changed her words at the last second.

Jiao Qingyin also looked at her neck and asked aloud, “You still haven’t said where you got the injury on your neck.”

“At school… I’ll take you to see it next time I return to campus.”

That question passed quickly. Wen Fengyue lifted her hair toward the mirror and began drying from the wettest ends first.

In the sound of the whirring wind, water droplets splashed into the air, and Jiao Qingyin reach out her hand to catch one out of boredom.

Her fingertip felt a very faint trace of coolness.

That bit of coolness made Jiao Qingyin’s eyes slowly widen.

She immediately straightened her back and tried to touch Wen Fengyue’s hair, but she didn’t feel that sensation of touching a physical object again, as if it had just been her hallucination earlier.

Jiao Qingyin lowered her head and flexed her fingers for a while.

Perhaps it was related to that uninvited guest in the pool—after she had finished off that female ghost, she indeed felt her body become lighter for a few seconds.

At the time, she thought it was because the other person’s dissipation caused the air in the whole area to become fresh. Thinking about it now, perhaps she had stripped away a bit of power from that person?

If she handled enough ghosts, would she be able to possess a physical body?

Although she had such a speculation, Jiao Qingyin did not intend to put it into practice. After all, she was only here to do a mission, and as far as things looked currently, whether she had a physical body didn’t have much impact on the mission.

Jiao Qingyin turned her gaze toward Wen Fengyue. According to the other person’s previous statement, she had already advanced the revenge plan quite far, only needing to close the net now.

In theory, once the other person retaliated against those enemies one by one, she could move on to the next world.

But for an S-class world, such a mission would be too simple. Jiao Qingyin believed that beneath the surface of an easy mission, there might be something she had overlooked.

At this moment, her gaze falling on Wen Fengyue’s hair caught a detail.

“The color is fading,” Jiao Qingyin leaned in to observe the difference in the hair color compared to before, saying, “It was deep blue at noon, now it’s turned to light blue.”

“It needs frequent touch-ups to stay the same color,” Wen Fengyue pinched a lock of blue hair to show Jiao Qingyin. “What kind of color do you like?”

She thought for a moment and added: “It doesn’t have to be blue. My original hair color is white, it’s very convenient if I want to dye it other colors.”

Jiao Qingyin gave a low laugh, “White looks the best.”

Silver-white hair suited Wen Fengyue perfectly. Combined with her cold aura in front of outsiders, she looked like snow that never melted year-round, or like the moon hanging high in the sky.

Jiao Qingyin didn’t realize that in her subconscious, she had excluded herself from the category of “outsiders.”

“Then after this color fades, I’ll let my hair grow out.” Wen Fengyue looked in the mirror, touched her semi-dry hair, and incidentally covered her reddening ear tips.

“Grow it out?” Jiao Qingyin subconsciously repeated.

“Because…” Wen Fengyue turned off the hair dryer, lowered her hand, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, “I’ve discovered that you prefer long hair a bit more.”

Jiao Qingyin was stunned for a moment. her first reaction was that she had actually been found out by the other person, and her second reaction was—

“That’s just in general, but you look good with both long and short hair, there’s no need to change.” She blurted out.

After saying it, she immediately felt a bit of regret; those words sounded a bit strange.

But what followed was even stranger—Wen Fengyue’s hand shook violently, nearly dropping the hair dryer to the floor, but her eyes were startlingly bright.

She stared into the mirror, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush. After pausing for a long while, she finally spoke: “Both look good… does that mean you like both?”

Wen Fengyue’s performance made Jiao Qingyin’s floating figure go still.

There was nothing wrong with the sentence itself, but combined with Wen Fengyue’s expression and her tone which contained hidden anticipation, it was really hard for Jiao Qingyin not to overthink.

But… she must have thought wrong.

She was very important to Wen Fengyue, but at most, it was only the importance on a familial level.

It must be because the other person regarded her as a second personality, as an “elder sister” she could rely on, which was why she showed such anxiety about gain and loss and cared so much about her opinion—

There was no need for her to feel pressure over this; she just needed to interact with Wen Fengyue normally.

“I like both.” After figuring it out, Jiao Qingyin gave her answer truthfully.

Wen Fengyue laughed, her expression filled with pure happiness, dazzling and brilliant.

—Again, the look Jiao Qingyin liked.

After drying her hair, Wen Fengyue sat on the large bed, but she didn’t seem to have any intention of sleeping at all.

“Jiao Jiao Sister, do you want to watch TV? Or do you want to play a game? If you don’t want either of those, we can also go out to see the rainy scenery, or…”

Wen Fengyue said a very long string of words, her attitude so proactive she was like a couple preparing for a first date.

Jiao Qingyin’s thoughts were slightly messy. Seeing the other person full of vitality at this moment, she looked up at the clock.

Six o’clock in the evening… it indeed wasn’t time to sleep, but Wen Fengyue should eat dinner.

After becoming a ghost, Jiao Qingyin no longer had physiological needs. Without a biological clock to remind her, she easily overlooked the routines of a normal human.

And yet Wen Fengyue needed her, a ghost, to remind her what to do; it was evident how poor the other person’s daily habits usually were.

“Eat first,” Jiao Qingyin poked Wen Fengyue’s head, “Don’t you feel hungry?”

Wen Fengyue indeed hadn’t felt it; her attention was entirely stuck to Jiao Qingyin. Not until the other person mentioned it now did she suddenly realize her stomach was emptily protesting against her.

Under Jiao Qingyin’s supervision, Wen Fengyue opened a food delivery app.

“What do you want to eat?” she asked.

Jiao Qingyin was caught between laughter and tears, “You’re eating it yourself, why are you asking me?”

“I can yield the body to you.” Wen Fengyue’s expression was serious.

She had wanted to ask the other person before. All this time, she was the one using the body most of the time, so had Jiao Qingyin never experienced the sensation of eating?

Not just eating, but also normal sleep and movement, as well as those things that could make a body comfortable… had the other person never felt any of them?

At the thought of this, Wen Fengyue’s heart throbbed slightly, which made her say insistently: “Choose what you want to eat—I have a lot of money. Sister, you can eat whatever you want, as much as you want.”

It was just a meal of takeout in front of them, yet Wen Fengyue spoke with an aura as if she were going to provide for the rest of Jiao Qingyin’s life.

Jiao Qingyin couldn’t help but laugh, “Alright, then I’ll order.”

Half an hour later, Wen Fengyue received a fruit bowl and a bowl of seafood porridge from the room service staff.

“You clearly looked at the extra-spicy Sichuan cuisine for a long time…” she spoke gloomily.

“Can a person with stomach problems eat Sichuan cuisine? Hmm?”

Jiao Qingyin had also just found out that Wen Fengyue had stomach problems. Thinking that if she accidentally ordered Sichuan food and the other person felt uncomfortable after eating it but likely wouldn’t say anything, she wanted to grab this fellow’s ears and give her a fierce lecture.

…Wait, why did she naturally feel that when Wen Fengyue was disobedient, she could discipline her like this?

The point wasn’t on the “disciplining,” but on the “method” of disciplining.

How could she use such a familiar attitude to treat Wen Fengyue…?

Although she didn’t reject it, but…

Jiao Qingyin couldn’t continue thinking about it because Wen Fengyue produced a small mirror from somewhere, placed it on the table, and said solemnly: “Sister, I leave the body to you.”

She placed the mirror so that after Jiao Qingyin controlled the body, she could see her face through the other person’s perspective.

The same exterior, but when it was filled with herself versus when it was filled with Jiao Qingyin, the feeling it gave her was completely different.

Seeing Wen Fengyue’s determined attitude, Jiao Qingyin entered the possession state, but she had a sudden whim and came up with a new idea, “We can eat together.”

“Eat together?” Wen Fengyue froze for a moment. Then, she felt half of her body go out of her control.

Her right hand was still hooked on the delivery plastic bag, but her left hand rose up on its own, held it up in front of her face, and made a “peace” sign.

Wen Fengyue’s eyes widened.

“Hmm?” Jiao Qingyin’s voice sounded from her mind, “Is this a bit eerie? How about…” Let’s just forget it.

“Just like this!”

Wen Fengyue quickly interrupted Jiao Qingyin’s words. She excitedly grabbed her own left hand—and then gripped it tightly.

Clearly she was holding her own hand, yet her left hand didn’t have the sensation of being touched—it was as if she were interlocking fingers with another person.

Wen Fengyue became excited instantly, her pupils shrinking into a small point.

“Jiao Jiao!” She couldn’t help but call out.

“I hear you, I hear you,” Jiao Qingyin moved her fingers helplessly, letting Wen Fengyue feel her grip back, “This really is a bit strange…”

Wen Fengyue didn’t hesitate: “I like it!”

Jiao Qingyin, who had intended to withdraw from the body, paused. The emotions in her heart were extremely complex for a moment: the other person’s hobbies seemed a bit…

Seeing that Wen Fengyue seemed very nervous, afraid she would refuse, Jiao Qingyin gave up her hesitation and stopped moving, “Alright, let’s try it then.”

Wen Fengyue was so happy she almost jumped.

The first time! This was the first time she had touched Jiao Qingyin! —Even though the method was a bit strange, she indeed had actual contact with Jiao Qingyin!

“Let’s try something simple first… we’ll lift the lid of the fruit bowl together.”

Wen Fengyue nodded rapidly.

This was the first time the two of them cooperated to control the body. Jiao Qingyin had already prepared for failure, but unexpectedly, they succeeded on the first try.

The fresh fragrance of fruit entered her nose. Smelling the scent after a long time, Jiao Qingyin couldn’t help but make a sniffing motion.

In the next second, a piece of mango was picked up by Wen Fengyue with her right hand and brought to her mouth.

This was Jiao Qingyin’s first time eating mango.

She unconsciously took over the management of the oral cavity from Wen Fengyue, chewed a couple of times, and only snapped back to her senses amidst the novel sweet flavor.

Wen Fengyue asked with some anticipation: “Sister, is it delicious?”

“…” A few seconds later, Jiao Qingyin replied, “Delicious.”

For the rest of the dinner, they cooperated with intimate coordination, as if they could guess each other’s next move. If there were a bystander, just by looking at their movements, they wouldn’t be able to see any abnormality at all.

Because parts like the teeth and tongue couldn’t be controlled separately, for most of the time, Wen Fengyue gave the opportunity to taste the delicacies to Jiao Qingyin. She tirelessly sent food into the mouth, having a feeling of feeding the other person.

They quickly finished the two takeout orders together. Jiao Qingyin touched the stomach and confirmed: “Do you feel too full?”

To avoid any accidents, she only controlled some of Wen Fengyue’s limbs. Important organs like the viscera were all used by Wen Fengyue herself.

“Just right,” Wen Fengyue responded, her eyes bright and exceptionally beautiful.

She could feel the other person stroking her own body. This strange sensation was hard to describe, and her constantly accelerating heartbeat indicated that her emotions were very high.

Jiao Qingyin could understand Wen Fengyue’s happiness, but she couldn’t understand why she was so happy. When the other person used her right hand to hold her left hand again, she patted Wen Fengyue, “Finished eating, so I’ll…”

Realizing that Jiao Qingyin was about to leave, Wen Fengyue’s brain short-circuited, and the thought that had been turning in her mind since they started eating blurted out: “Sister, in our current situation, if I touch the body, will you have a sensation?”

Jiao Qingyin first answered with a “Yes,” then realized something was wrong, “Why are you asking this?”

Wen Fengyue blushed.

She, actually, blushed.

Jiao Qingyin was stunned for several seconds before a guess popped into her mind, but she didn’t dare believe it—was it that kind of touch, that kind of sensation…?!

Wen Fengyue’s expression undoubtedly confirmed that her guess was correct.

She jumped out of Wen Fengyue’s body quickly, returning all control. The outline of the transparent spirit-body flushed with a faint pink.

Jiao Qingyin felt some annoyance turned into anger. Regardless of whether Wen Fengyue meant it that way, she had recorded this account!

This little brat, she didn’t know what she was thinking about all day!

Jiao Qingyin turned her head, refusing to acknowledge Wen Fengyue.

This resulted in Wen Fengyue both acting spoiled and acting pitiful. It took a long time of soft-grinding and hard-pestering before Jiao Qingyin finally turned her gaze back.

“Sister, don’t be angry, I know I was wrong,” Wen Fengyue lowered her head and admitted her mistake with an excellent attitude, “I didn’t mean that… and I wasn’t thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking about.”

She looked like a dog that had been scolded after tearing up the house, drooping its ears and shrinking its head, pitifully begging for mercy.

Jiao Qingyin floated in the air, arms crossed over her chest, “I’m not angry.”

Wen Fengyue tugged at the corner of her clothes, her eyes open wide and round, “I just… wanted to touch you too much…”

Jiao Qingyin stared at her for a while. Having the previous lesson, she was now a bit sensitive to words like “touch.”

What caused her to be reactive was actually not mainly Wen Fengyue’s sentence just now, but that she faintly sensed the emotion behind the other person through that sentence.

To ask such a question, was Wen Fengyue’s feeling for her purely familial or friendship?

She called her “Sister,” but did she really regard her as a sister, or…

Jiao Qingyin stopped her thinking in time. In case the answer exceeded her range of acceptance, she wouldn’t be able to face Wen Fengyue normally.

Her thoughts toward Wen Fengyue should stay on the level of “protagonist” and “host,” and there shouldn’t be even a bit of transgression.

Seeing that Jiao Qingyin seemed willing to talk to her, Wen Fengyue tentatively made a suggestion, “Sister, can you play games with me for a while?”

Jiao Qingyin, who was closing her eyes to organize her thoughts, lifted her eyelids and looked at her.

Wen Fengyue had learned to act spoiled proficiently: “Jiao Jiao Sister…”

Jiao Qingyin gave a cold laugh.

Wen Fengyue’s scalp went numb, thinking to herself, Could the purpose of my suggestion to play games have been seen through by the other person?

No, she had disguised it well enough, it shouldn’t be…

Jiao Qingyin changed her posture. She drifted onto the bed and sat down—actually sitting in the air—and then beckoned to Wen Fengyue, “Play on the bed.”

Wen Fengyue’s spirit was refreshed, and she came over wagging a non-existent tail.

Looking at Wen Fengyue’s approaching figure, Jiao Qingyin had to admit that the other person’s current appearance indeed hit the spots she liked.

Thinking aside, she didn’t have any improper thoughts toward Wen Fengyue—even though they were only two months apart, a minor was a minor.

“What do you want to play?” Jiao Qingyin asked.

Wen Fengyue blinked, her curly white eyelashes fluttering slightly, “Sister, you choose.”

“You do it.”

After Jiao Qingyin declined, Wen Fengyue thought for a bit and picked up a pad of sticky notes on the nightstand, “Then I’ll write different games on slips of paper, and Sister, you just pick one at random, okay?”

Jiao Qingyin propped up her chin and agreed with a half-smile.

Wen Fengyue instinctively felt a bit of danger, but it was only for an instant. Immersed in the happiness that Jiao Qingyin seemed particularly easy to talk to, she spoke: “Sister, close your eyes.”

When Jiao Qingyin controlled the body, Wen Fengyue had experienced what the other person usually felt within her body, knowing that as long as she closed her eyes, she wouldn’t see the external situation.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll cheat?” Jiao Qingyin asked deliberately while closing her eyes.

Wen Fengyue asked back: “Aren’t you afraid I’ll cheat, Sister?”

Jiao Qingyin curled her lips soundlessly and said in a tone as if coaxing the other person: “How about this then, the person who cheats is a puppy. Whoever cheats has to bark ‘Woof’ twice, how about that?”

“…” Wen Fengyue’s body straightened imperceptibly.

She instinctively wanted to refuse, but… what if Jiao Qingyin cheated?

In all fairness, she really wanted to hear the other person’s “Woof” filled with shame and annoyance…

“Okay!” Wen Fengyue agreed through gritted teeth.

The smile on Jiao Qingyin’s face grew deeper.

She waited for a minute. After the rustling sound of the pen tip touching the paper stopped, Wen Fengyue said: “All done.”

Jiao Qingyin opened her eyes and saw Wen Fengyue holding her hands in fists, clutching something in each, “Sister, which hand do you choose?”

“The left one.” Jiao Qingyin chose one randomly.

Wen Fengyue spread her hand. Three small paper balls lay in her palm, “Pick another one.”

“The middle one, then.”

At the sound, Wen Fengyue piled the other paper balls to the side and unwrapped the one Jiao Qingyin chose. On it were written several dignified and good-looking characters:

“Truth or Dare”.

“I drew this one,” Wen Fengyue looked up, her eyes full of anticipation, “Jiao Jiao Sister, let’s play this then?”

The curve of Jiao Qingyin’s lips became more obvious. She responded with a light laugh, “Sure.”

Before Wen Fengyue could be happy, she added leisurely: “What games were written on the other papers? Let me see.”

Wen Fengyue’s movement as she reached out to handle the paper balls paused for a moment, then she showed a bit of a smile, “Sure.”

She spread out the slips of paper one by one. On them were written small games like “Poker” and “Ludo,” looking perfectly normal.

“That’s all of them,” Wen Fengyue’s tone was obedient. “Is there one you prefer more?”

Jiao Qingyin floated up, “Yes.”

Wen Fengyue stiffened for a moment, but quickly became natural again, “Which one…?”

“You close your eyes first,” Jiao Qingyin said, “I’ll write a few games, and you’ll draw lots, how about that?”

Her tone had a bit more life than usual, as if she had found something she was interested in.

Jiao Qingyin’s proposal was outside of Wen Fengyue’s expectations, but the latter still agreed.

Wen Fengyue closed her eyes. In the next second, she felt herself lose her strength; this was the sign that Jiao Qingyin was using her body.

A sense of tension suddenly shrouded her heart. Wen Fengyue particularly wanted to open her eyes and take a look, and she also knew that if she did so, Jiao Qingyin wouldn’t find out.

The darkness where she could hear nothing and see nothing made Wen Fengyue feel deeply uneasy. Although she knew Jiao Qingyin was with her and no accidents would happen, she still—

Wen Fengyue’s eyelashes trembled like a butterfly landed on a petal, constantly vibrating its wings.

She eventually held back—since she had promised Jiao Qingyin, she wouldn’t break her word.

A long minute passed. Almost as soon as she heard Jiao Qingyin say “You can open them now,” Wen Fengyue impatiently opened her eyes.

She saw Jiao Qingyin holding both hands up in front of her, asking: “Choose the left hand or the right hand?”

Wen Fengyue didn’t suspect anything and also chose the left hand.

Jiao Qingyin smiled and spread that hand.

Three small paper balls appeared. A scene remarkably similar to a few minutes ago gave Wen Fengyue an involuntary sense of déjà vu.

“…I’ll also choose the middle—no, let’s go with the right one.”

Jiao Qingyin withdrew the hand reaching toward the middle paper ball, picked up the one on the right, and then unwrapped it in front of Wen Fengyue.

On the paper was handwriting completely different from Wen Fengyue’s, with two characters written— “Idiot.”

Wen Fengyue froze. If the person using the body right now were her, her expression would match those two characters perfectly.

“Want to see the others?” Jiao Qingyin spoke with a smile.

“No…” Wen Fengyue was starting to realize something was wrong.

“Let’s look anyway.”

As she spoke, Jiao Qingyin opened the remaining five paper balls in turn. On them were written different words:

“Fantasizing all day”

“Terrible daily habits”

“Likes to play the victim”

“Just like a puppy”

“Reasonably cute”

Seeing that Wen Fengyue had stopped talking, Jiao Qingyin flipped the slip of paper and folded a corner back—the original handwriting was flipped to the back, and what was revealed on the surface of the paper became the same words as the first paper ball.

— “Idiot.”

Jiao Qingyin flipped them over one by one, not only flipping the ones she wrote, but also flipping the ones Wen Fengyue wrote. Soon, six “Idiots” and six “Truth or Dares” were spread across the bed.

She returned the body to the idiot, leaned into the other person’s ear, and laughed softly: “A certain someone who cheated needs to keep her word.”