After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Woof

◎If the other person really wants it…◎

Wen Fengyue’s mouth was covered, and for a moment, she fell into a state of confusion.

“Mmph, mmph…?”

Jiao Qingyin guessed she was probably calling her “Jiao Jiao” again. She leaned against her and gave a blurry hum in response.

Wen Fengyue’s eyes widened further. No matter how slow she might be, she could tell something was off with Jiao Qingyin. Why so sudden… did it have something to do with that hallucination she saw earlier?

Thinking of that fleeting glimpse, Wen Fengyue’s cheeks felt a bit hot. Even though she had only seen it for a second, she remembered the long hair as black as ink. If that truly was Jiao Qingyin’s true form in her own consciousness… she hoped to see it again.

No, more than once. If she could see her anytime, anywhere… Wen Fengyue sincerely hoped her “mental illness” would become even more severe.

At that moment, the force covering her mouth gradually relaxed. Wen Fengyue raised her right hand and pulled her own left hand down. She pinched her left palm, confirming she had no sensation, and then pinched it again.

“…?” Jiao Qingyin opened her eyes and tilted her head toward Wen Fengyue.

Feeling the hand she was holding move, Wen Fengyue restrained the urge to continue rubbing and kneading it. She spoke up: “Sister, what’s wrong?”

Jiao Qingyin was dazed and dizzy. Wen Fengyue’s words went in her left ear and out her right; she didn’t grasp the meaning at all.

Wen Fengyue patiently asked again. Jiao Qingyin stared unmovingly at Wen Fengyue’s lips. As they opened and closed, her gaze fell upon the faintly visible, rosy tip of her tongue.

“It feels…”

“What?” Finally getting a response, Wen Fengyue followed up immediately. “I didn’t hear you clearly.”

“…It feels like it would be delicious.”

Wen Fengyue’s ears first softened at Jiao Qingyin’s light, gentle voice, and then she reacted—what was delicious?

In the next second, Jiao Qingyin bit her cheek.

Wen Fengyue only felt the temperature of her left cheek rise even higher, but it lasted only an instant. In the next moment, that sensation vanished without a trace.

Jiao Qingyin, meanwhile, was staring with a somber face at the other person’s unchanging cheek. She tasted nothing! Not only was there none of that flavor so wonderful it could make one forget all troubles, but she hadn’t even touched Wen Fengyue’s skin—she had passed right through.

This result allowed Jiao Qingyin’s logic to return slightly. She realized that she and Wen Fengyue currently belonged to different levels of existence. The delicacy was right before her eyes, yet she couldn’t eat it. As she watched, she grew a bit angry.

She felt a rare sense of grievance and dissatisfaction—she clearly could “eat” just now! Wen Fengyue was too stingy; if she only allowed one bite, it would have been better not to let her taste the first one at all.

Jiao Qingyin began to sulk on her own, her body drifting upward, intending to stay away from this constant temptation of gourmet food.

However, just as Wen Fengyue felt the strength return to her left hand, she quickly grabbed her own wrist and said urgently: “Jiao Jiao, don’t go!”

The time the other person could actually touch her was too short. If possible, Wen Fengyue would love to completely hand over control of the body to Jiao Qingyin; she would be fine just staying inside and watching.

Jiao Qingyin stopped moving when she was pulled back. She could have easily pulled away and left, but Wen Fengyue’s behavior—clinging to her like a piece of sticky rice cake—reminded her of something else.

“You haven’t barked yet.”

Seeing Jiao Qingyin’s voice suddenly return to normal, no longer carrying that sweet, spoiled tone from before, Wen Fengyue couldn’t help but feel a bit dejected. But the next sentence made her throw that dejection to the back of her mind.

“The person who cheats has to bark like a puppy, remember?”

The expression on Wen Fengyue’s face stiffened. She thought Jiao Qingyin had forgotten…

“Hurry up,” Jiao Qingyin urged. “Keep your word.”

As she spoke, she drifted in front of Wen Fengyue, using her index finger to tap the other’s collarbone, then sliding up until she stopped at the chin. “You must seriously learn how to do it today.”

Her tone was normal, but Wen Fengyue trembled inexplicably upon hearing this. It wasn’t rejection or dislike, but… she herself couldn’t tell why she had an instinctive urge to obey when Jiao Qingyin gave her an order.

The afterglow of “tasting” Wen Fengyue still lingered in Jiao Qingyin’s spiritual body. She licked her lips and shook her head to clear the thought, focusing on waiting for the other to speak. When she was sober, she actually hadn’t forgotten this, but she deliberately didn’t mention it to avoid embarrassing Wen Fengyue.

But now, her brain was working slowly, so she threw all reservations to the wind. She only wanted to do what she wanted—like watching Wen Fengyue endure shame and bark “Woof” a few times obediently in front of her.

As for Wen Fengyue, before she even started, the blush on her face surged from her neck all the way to her ears. Seeing this from an overhead view, Jiao Qingyin’s anger at not being able to eat vanished, and her lips slowly curled into an arc.

However, the smile looked somewhat mischievous no matter how you viewed it.

Under Wen Fengyue’s incredulous gaze, she even ended the possession state, returning control of the left hand. Wen Fengyue’s eyes were full of accusation, but Jiao Qingyin remained unmoved, speaking once more: “If you want to go back on your debt, then in the future…”

Before she could finish what would happen “in the future,” Wen Fengyue spoke in a panic: “I won’t go back on it!”

Hmm? Jiao Qingyin’s floating spiritual body swayed and simply came to a stop, waiting for Wen Fengyue to fulfill her promise.

Even though she couldn’t see Jiao Qingyin, Wen Fengyue had a feeling she was being watched. This made her clutch the bedsheet nervously; it felt as if white smoke was about to rise from her head. She was embarrassed to bark, but the person in front of her was Jiao Qingyin, and she looked very expectant…

“Do I really have to bark…?” Wen Fengyue tried one last struggle.

By this time, the thin red layer on Jiao Qingyin was slowly fading, and her thoughts were becoming clear again. She realized she was forcing Wen Fengyue to do something and intended to call it off. However, she was half a second too slow, and Wen Fengyue, not getting an answer, misunderstood it as Jiao Qingyin urging her. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and spoke:

“Woof… woo-woof…”

Her volume was very low and slightly trembling. It sounded like a tiny puppy acting spoiled for food, or a puppy that had been wronged and was complaining to its owner.

Jiao Qingyin’s heart skipped a beat, and she was instantly wide awake. With Wen Fengyue’s reluctant but undeniably cute voice echoing in her ears, Jiao Qingyin clutched her chest. Her spiritual body rapidly drifted back, flying to the furthest corner from Wen Fengyue at top speed.

Having finished barking with the resolve of a martyr, Wen Fengyue opened her eyes but didn’t dare look up. “I-Is that enough…?”

If Jiao Qingyin said no, she would, she would—she would… do it again.

Wen Fengyue used the fiercest tone in her mind to release the softest words. She only was willing to do this because she lost a bet to Jiao Qingyin; if it were anyone else… she might have thrown them off the hotel roof on the spot. No, she wouldn’t even give anyone other than Jiao Qingyin the chance to make such a bet.

Jiao Qingyin’s heart was saying “No,” saying “There was no emotion, do it again,” but in reality, she said: “That’s enough.”

Jiao Qingyin wanted to calm herself down. It was fine; Wen Fengyue couldn’t see her, didn’t know what she actually looked like, and didn’t know she had held her and refused to let go. She just had to forget this herself…

But the image of herself hooking Wen Fengyue’s chin and forcing her to bark like a puppy appeared before her eyes again. She immediately lost her calm again. Most importantly, Wen Fengyue actually did it! Why was this person so obedient at the wrong times…!

Even if Jiao Qingyin told herself that the more embarrassed person was Wen Fengyue and not her, she knew very clearly that she had felt genuine satisfaction and happiness during the interaction. Her behavior might have been a side effect of the “tasting,” but her feelings were not fake at all.

Jiao Qingyin didn’t want to think about it anymore. If she continued, she might find out she was a pervert… no, someone with unusual interests. If it weren’t for Wen Fengyue, she never would have known she had such a mischievous side.

“Cough,” Jiao Qingyin cleared her throat, making her voice sound serious and proper. “It’s late. You have school tomorrow, let’s sleep.”

Wen Fengyue was still immersed in the shame of not wanting to look up, but hearing Jiao Qingyin say this, she was instinctively led along. “Aren’t we going to check the pool tomorrow?”

Jiao Qingyin thought about how a ghost had just died in that pool; she decided to skip it. Without much thought, she gave a reasonable excuse: “An outdoor pool needs cleaning after it rains. We can come back another time.”

Wen Fengyue thought it made sense, but after agreeing, she remembered something. “I’ll extend the room for a few more days. We can come straight back here after school tomorrow.”

There were two imperceptible pauses in her sentence. Jiao Qingyin noticed them and knew why. Wen Fengyue’s home hid a secret, likely related to her, which was why Wen Fengyue told her almost everything but kept this one thing hidden. Understanding everything, Jiao Qingyin still feigned ignorance and agreed.

Wen Fengyue let out a sigh of relief. They didn’t play any more games. Some of the questions Wen Fengyue wanted to ask Jiao Qingyin through “Truth or Dare” had been answered directly—for instance, she had wanted to know how Jiao Qingyin viewed her. Now, through the slips of paper, she knew—she was “reasonably cute”, a “very good person”, and… “like a puppy.”

Regarding that last point, Wen Fengyue wanted to find a time to protest. Even if she were to be compared to an animal, she should be a lonely, proud wolf, not a dog that only knows how to wag its tail at people.

“Are you having trouble sleeping?”

Wen Fengyue’s thoughts were easily pulled back to reality by Jiao Qingyin. Her movements in spreading the bed paused; she wanted to both nod and shake her head.

Seeing this, Jiao Qingyin continued without needing her to speak: “Then should I tell you a bedtime story? It might be easier to fall asleep listening to a story.”

Judging by the way Wen Fengyue preferred self-harm to stay awake ten years ago, she was terrified that she wouldn’t see Jiao Qingyin again once she fell asleep. The psychological trauma Jiao Qingyin left her with was indeed quite heavy—so heavy that Jiao Qingyin felt if she didn’t take the initiative tonight, Wen Fengyue would use even worse methods to force herself to stay awake.

“A bedtime story?” Wen Fengyue was dazed; the term felt so far away from her. Only children listened to bedtime stories, and she had lived in her own room ever since she was weaned. Even when Wen Shuling was alive, no one had ever told her a story before bed. Her only impression of a “bedtime story” was from a book where a little protagonist slept beside their mother and listened to a story.

“Don’t want to hear it?” Jiao Qingyin reflected, “It is a bit childish, maybe…”

“…I want to hear it.”

Jiao Qingyin looked at Wen Fengyue’s expression and immediately realized the girl didn’t just want to hear it; she really wanted to hear it. Facing those sparkling eyes, Jiao Qingyin, who originally intended to use this to make up for forcing her to bark, suddenly felt at a loss again. Is she expecting too much…

She cleared her throat and added: “I was going to say, if you didn’t want a story, we could preview some Higher Mathematics. You’re going to university in a few months, so it’s good to learn ahead.”

Wen Fengyue: “…”

Having just climbed into bed, Wen Fengyue turned her head and silently hugged the extra pillow. “No need… a bedtime story is better.” Hearing Jiao Qingyin tell a story would make her happy, but hearing her explain calculus… Wen Fengyue didn’t want that stuff to ruin the warm atmosphere.

Afraid Jiao Qingyin would really start from set theory, Wen Fengyue hurriedly added: “I’ve already self-studied—not just calculus, but linear algebra, fluid mechanics, structural mechanics… I’ve learned a lot.”

Jiao Qingyin, who was only teasing, was stunned. “Do you want to be a structural engineer?” She thought the girl would be a hacker for life.

Wen Fengyue realized she had accidentally exposed her inner thoughts again and buried her head in the quilt. Wrapped in warmth, it took her a while to say: “Mhm… I want to build a house myself.”

In the inheritance Wen Shuling left her, there was a property bought in her youth. In her previous life, Wen Dong took all her inheritance, and this last remaining house was burned to the ground on her fifteenth birthday. Wen Fengyue wanted a home, and the definition of home for her was a residence plus the person she loved.

The trauma from her past life made her crave building her own home in this life, preferably one she designed and supervised herself… built bit by bit. As for the person she loved…

Wen Fengyue hugged the pillow tighter, though the thought in her heart was that she wanted to hug Jiao Qingyin. She still couldn’t tell what her feelings for Jiao Qingyin were, but undoubtedly, it was a feeling that made her want to form a home with her. Wen Fengyue hoped that one day, she and Jiao Qingyin could live under the same roof, holding hands while watching the sun rise and set.

She paused for a moment and didn’t voice the vision of “home.” But since Jiao Qingyin now knew her career plan, Wen Fengyue was a bit nervous and asked: “What about you? If there’s something else you want to do…”

“Me?” Being asked back, Jiao Qingyin didn’t think too hard and stated her simple ideal: “I want to do nothing every day. Spend most of my time at home, go for a walk occasionally, see a movie on the weekend, and live my whole life like that.”

It was very ordinary, lacked ambition, but was very hard to achieve. To make this dream a reality required a stable source of income, a peaceful and stable social environment, and… at the very least, a world without natural disasters. In Jiao Qingyin’s own world, unless humanity finally researched a specialized anti-viral serum and wiped out all existing zombies, she could never achieve this ideal.

Wen Fengyue had been prepared to fulfill whatever Jiao Qingyin wanted to do. Hearing this unexpected answer, she suddenly realized that Jiao Qingyin’s ideal coincided perfectly with her own long-term plans. She could build a home large enough and beautiful enough, and then spend the rest of her life there with Jiao Qingyin.

Wen Fengyue was suddenly not sleepy at all, promising loudly: “Okay—I’ll stay with you!” She was very good at making money. No matter what Jiao Qingyin wanted, she could get it for her.

Seeing her full of drive, Jiao Qingyin’s heart was filled with something warm. To keep herself from losing her composure, she laughed and said teasingly: “Then I’ll tell you the story of the Three Little Pigs. It happens to be about building houses, just like you…”

Wen Fengyue became alert: “No little pigs!” She could accept being compared to a puppy, but she was nothing like a little pig…!

“No little pigs?” Jiao Qingyin mused. “Then how about this, you can be the villain of the story, the wolf that eats the pigs…”

“Sister!”

Hearing Wen Fengyue’s embarrassed and annoyed protest, Jiao Qingyin couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Her laughter was clear and bright, making Wen Fengyue smile along with her. Neither of them realized they hadn’t laughed so freely in many years.

That night, Jiao Qingyin told a total of ten bedtime stories before Wen Fengyue finally fell into a deep sleep. Even in her dreams, Wen Fengyue clutched the pillow tightly; one could tell by her appearance that the one she truly wanted to hold was Jiao Qingyin.

As she told the stories, Jiao Qingyin became sleepy herself, drifting down beside Wen Fengyue and “lying” on the bed to sleep with her.

The sleeping pair didn’t see that as time passed, Jiao Qingyin’s transparent body solidified. For a few minutes, she returned to human form, actually lying beside Wen Fengyue and causing wrinkles in the quilt where she pressed down.

The next day.

“Didn’t you say we’d arrive before class?” Jiao Qingyin looked at the empty school gate. It was tightly shut, with not a single student entering or leaving.

“It’s before the second class starts,” Wen Fengyue said as if it were routine. “The first class starts at 6:30. It’s a bit anti-human.”

Jiao Qingyin was silent for a second. She thought that while Wen Fengyue was quite obedient in front of her, she probably looked like a total delinquent girl to outsiders. But a 6:30 AM start and a 10:30 PM finish for evening self-study was indeed not conducive to a high schooler’s growth.

“Then sleep more next time. It’s no big deal to be late,” Jiao Qingyin commented unprincipledly.

She followed the “delinquent girl” as they climbed over a wire fence that couldn’t stop them at all, walking slowly from the back of the campus toward the teaching building. Like they were on a stroll, they stopped for wild flowers or passing butterflies.

When they reached the classroom, the bell for the end of the first period rang. Wen Fengyue walked in through the back door.

“Wen Fengyue, you’re late!”

As soon as Wen Fengyue stepped in, while she was still introducing her school schedule to Jiao Qingyin in her mind, she was stopped by a harsh shout. Wen Fengyue and Jiao Qingyin looked up together and saw the homeroom teacher standing on the podium, clearly fuming with rage.

He wore a typical middle-aged man’s polo shirt, holding test papers in one hand and a thermos in the other. He pointed the thermos at Wen Fengyue from across the room. “Come to my office!”

Wen Fengyue turned indifferently to leave the classroom in another direction, but the teacher changed his mind. “Wait, don’t come. I get angry just looking at you!”

Wen Fengyue stopped indifferently, which made the teacher look even angrier. He panted heavily and pointed at her again. “I’m contacting your parents directly. You’re becoming more and more lawless…” He tossed the papers onto the podium, called the class representative to hand them out, and left the room in a huff toward the office area.

It was break time, but due to this episode, the entire class was pin-drop silent. It wasn’t until the teacher left that they began to whisper—though everyone avoided Wen Fengyue’s gaze.

“What kind of person is he?” Jiao Qingyin asked.

“A bit long-winded, but not a bad person,” Wen Fengyue answered while tidying her desk.

“Then don’t keep making him angry,” Jiao Qingyin said. To save energy, she only manifested half her body, leaning on Wen Fengyue’s shoulder to talk to her. “You did that on purpose just now, didn’t you?”

Wen Fengyue frowned. It wasn’t until Jiao Qingyin mentioned it that she faintly realized the issue. Why did she deliberately provoke the homeroom teacher…? She hadn’t been in this class in her previous life and hadn’t had much contact with him. Logically, she shouldn’t hold any malice toward him…

Jiao Qingyin drifted upright. From Wen Fengyue’s expression, she judged the general situation. If something irrational was happening to Wen Fengyue, it probably had to do with the haunting at this school.

“What does he teach?” Jiao Qingyin asked.

“Physics. Also, when the music class practices for the choir, he sometimes fills in as a conductor because he has experience…”

The moment the words “music class” came out, both Wen Fengyue and Jiao Qingyin simultaneously thought of that old music building. Since many instruments and items like batons were stored there, it was very likely the teacher had been there. But Wen Fengyue didn’t want to bring it up to avoid giving Jiao Qingyin the idea to check the building, so she quickly cut off her sentence.

She changed the subject clumsily in a stiff tone: “He’s probably going to call me. Let’s go to the rooftop to answer.”

Jiao Qingyin didn’t push the topic back. She wanted Wen Fengyue to rest for a few more days, at least until the neck wound healed, before investigating the music building. She asked: “Did you fill in your own number as the parent’s contact for the school?”

“Yes,” Wen Fengyue walked out of the classroom, ignoring the various looks, and went to the rooftop. “But I hang up every time I answer and make him message me. He’ll probably want to do a home visit soon.”

Jiao Qingyin felt a bit of interest. “What identity did you put for the parent?”

“I didn’t specify, just ‘Wen Fengyue’s Parent’…” Wen Fengyue suddenly realized something. “Jiao Jiao, do you want to…?”

Jiao Qingyin laughed and entered Wen Fengyue’s body. “Let me answer. I’m your sister.”

Wen Fengyue blushed and instinctively took out her phone, unlocking it with her fingerprint. Once Jiao Qingyin took over the body, she realized: “If we use the same body, won’t our voices be the same?”

Jiao Qingyin chuckled: “Is that so?”

Wen Fengyue: “…!!”

She heard a voice coming from her own mouth that clearly belonged to Jiao Qingyin—a clear, pleasant voice that echoed in her ears like a bell in an ancient town at dawn. While she was dazed, Jiao Qingyin answered the incoming call and spoke warmly: “Hello.”

“Yes, I am Wen Fengyue’s guardian. I am her sister.”