After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 91
Chapter 91: Beginning to Merge
◎ Jiao Jiao, eat me ◎
Jiao Qingyin harvested a little Wen Fengyue who was about to drown herself in tears.
This forced her to put down the cherry tomatoes she was preparing to wash and use the pads of her fingers to carefully wipe away the other’s tears.
However, her comfort seemed to have the opposite effect; Wen Fengyue’s tears slid down her face like small pearls, rolling down one by one and soaking Jiao Qingyin’s collar.
Because she had been at school during the day, her spiritual state was also dressed in a school uniform. Once the collar was wet, the color darkened significantly, making it very obvious.
Before reuniting with Jiao Qingyin, Wen Fengyue had not cried for many years. She always suppressed her emotions, accustomed to using an nonchalant exterior to hide the wounds in her heart.
Now that these wounds were being gently opened and sprinkled with a layer of medicinal powder, Wen Fengyue finally felt the pain and grievance, and she could no longer restrain herself.
But even so, Wen Fengyue did not make any sound. She shed tears silently, only letting out one or two sobs when touched by Jiao Qingyin’s fingertips.
She cried for a full ten minutes. During this time, the Ghost Wen Fengyue remained asleep, while Jiao Qingyin sat by the dining table, quietly accompanying her.
Seeing Wen Fengyue’s tears gradually stop, Jiao Qingyin spoke softly: “Feeling a bit better?”
Wen Fengyue looked up with red-rimmed eyes. Coupled with those misty eyes, she looked like a little rabbit.
Coming back to her senses from the emotional breach, Wen Fengyue felt a belated sense of embarrassment. She only stole a quick glance at Jiao Qingyin before hanging her head down again.
Feeling Jiao Qingyin’s gaze resting on her, she pulled up her legs and hugged her knees with her arms, refusing to move.
Jiao Qingyin understood Wen Fengyue’s feelings and intended to leave her some space to calm down.
She lowered her wrist and placed the other girl onto the table.
The pure white tablecloth carried the scent of disinfectant, giving off the feeling of a hospital or a freshly cleaned crime scene.
Wen Fengyue was a beat late in realizing her center of gravity had shifted and she had lost the chance to maintain physical contact with Jiao Qingyin.
This made her feel inexplicably uneasy, and she immediately stood up, “Jiao Jiao…?”
In order to look at Wen Fengyue at eye level, Jiao Qingyin leaned her upper body against the edge of the table, “Hmm?”
Seeing the distance between herself and Jiao Qingyin suddenly close, Wen Fengyue’s heart gave a violent leap, and she instantly forgot everything she wanted to say.
She stammered for a moment and began to reorganize her words, while Jiao Qingyin blinked and watched Wen Fengyue intently, her own heartbeat slowly quickening.
The shrunken Wen Fengyue was simply too cute. If she could see a small doll that looked like her… she felt she would buy that doll without hesitation.
Then… she would dress the little doll in cute clothes, take some photos of it, and maybe build a miniature home for it…
Jiao Qingyin was momentarily distracted, letting her imagination run wild. Once certain thoughts emerged, they were hard to suppress.
Just imagining dressing the little doll in clothes she selected and watching the Wen Fengyue-lookalike sit obediently in her palm made Jiao Qingyin’s desire to purchase stir.
Was it expensive to customize a doll?
After the mission was completed, she could take one item from this world with her. If the price was right, she might customize a white-haired doll as a souvenir…
Realizing she would have to leave sooner or later, Jiao Qingyin pursed her lips and pushed down the reluctance in her heart.
Even though the bond between her and Wen Fengyue was deepening by the day, she knew that she and the other were merely passers-by in each other’s lives… probably passers-by.
Jiao Qingyin knew she still hadn’t recovered part of her memory; otherwise, there was no way to explain why she remembered this as her first mission yet ended up in an S-rank difficulty world.
And she had a hunch: this hidden part of her memory was still likely closely related to Wen Fengyue.
As soon as this thought appeared, Jiao Qingyin suddenly realized: the reason she hadn’t intentionally kept her distance from Wen Fengyue was that her subconscious felt the other person might be like her—coming from another world and able to… leave with her after she completed the mission.
An absurd and incredible thought… How could I think such a thing… Jiao Qingyin lost her focus for a moment until she heard Wen Fengyue speaking, which allowed her attention to refocus:
“Sister, you… don’t look at me like that.”
What’s wrong with me? Jiao Qingyin blinked uncomprehendingly.
Wen Fengyue shook her head with a red face. That look Jiao Qingyin just gave her… it was as if she liked her too.
Initially, being watched with such a gaze made Wen Fengyue very pleasantly surprised, but Jiao Qingyin looked so intently—so intently that it made her scalp tingle and her whole body tremble, even giving her the illusion of being locked in a hunter’s crosshairs.
This forced her to speak up and interrupt the other.
Now that Jiao Qingyin’s gaze had changed back, Wen Fengyue involuntarily relaxed. She looked up at the person in front of her and suggested: “Sister, can you come out of the possession state now?”
Jiao Qingyin froze for a moment. It was possible, but… “Without a soul in the shell, I’m afraid your body will die.”
An empty shell with no soul inside might have its heart stop or lose its breath, unable to maintain normal physiological activities.
But Wen Fengyue was prepared. She pointed to the Ghost Wen Fengyue, who was curling herself into a ball while sleeping, and said: “Just stuff her in.”
Jiao Qingyin: “…”
She didn’t immediately refute, because this was indeed a suggestion worth trying.
When the two Wen Fengyues returned to the human body at the same time, their souls would merge into one. Now that she had proactively suggested letting her other self use her body… this might pave the way for Jiao Qingyin to persuade them to merge in the future.
But Jiao Qingyin still said: “I have to ask for her opinion first—you aren’t hatching any bad ideas, are you?”
Wen Fengyue, whose head was full of bad ideas, put on an innocent face, “No.”
Jiao Qingyin gave an “Oh?”, and Wen Fengyue lowered her head guiltily.
Her suggestion was certainly not out of kindness, but because she didn’t want the other to take advantage of the spiritual form to frequently interact with Jiao Qingyin, who was also a ghost.
Anyway, being human was boring. Even if that other self wanted to occupy the body and not return it, she didn’t care.
Jiao Qingyin poked Wen Fengyue’s head as a small warning, but after poking, she gently picked her up and placed her on her shoulder.
Wen Fengyue was a bit dizzy; she held onto Jiao Qingyin’s neck. Did she agree?
After confirming the little Wen Fengyue was sitting steadily, Jiao Qingyin looked behind her and found the Ghost Wen Fengyue was practically shrinking into the corner to grow mushrooms. This made her crouch down before her with an amused smile, calling out softly: “Let’s change places to sleep?”
Hearing the voice she longed for, a certain ghost opened her eyes in a daze, “…Hmm?”
Opening her eyes to see her own face, the Ghost Wen Fengyue almost threw a punch, but she quickly realized the person currently using this body was Jiao Qingyin.
Witnessing the entire process of the ghost’s face changing, the little Wen Fengyue wanted to add fuel to the fire again, but to avoid making Jiao Qingyin angry, she didn’t say a single word.
“…Not sleeping anymore,” Ghost Wen Fengyue rubbed her eyes and stood up slowly, “I’m not sleepy.”
Just after saying she wasn’t sleepy, she let out another yawn.
Jiao Qingyin wanted to persuade her further, but the Ghost Wen Fengyue shook her head repeatedly. This time, she looked truly awake.
Thus, Jiao Qingyin simplified her wording and asked if she was willing to try using the human Wen Fengyue’s body.
She thought the other would refuse, but unexpectedly, Ghost Wen Fengyue agreed immediately.
Facing Jiao Qingyin’s confusion, she explained in a low voice: “Ghosts… all want to become human.”
She didn’t know the reason, but she seemed to want to as well.
The small-sized Wen Fengyue on Jiao Qingyin’s shoulder narrowed her eyes.
“Then try to possess it first,” after reaching an agreement, Jiao Qingyin reached out her hand toward Ghost Wen Fengyue, “and then I will leave.”
The dull ghost tilted her head and said: “In this way, is it… Jiao Jiao and I, blending?”
The little Wen Fengyue couldn’t stand these words, but before she could talk back, Jiao Qingyin laughed first, “No, that word isn’t used like that.”
Hearing this, the ghost lowered her eyes in disappointment, “Okay…”
She placed her hand on Jiao Qingyin’s outstretched right hand. In the next second, her body faded rapidly and vanished on the spot as if melting.
After Ghost Wen Fengyue entered the shell, the vision before Jiao Qingyin’s eyes turned into total darkness, so she prepared to withdraw and leave, but in the next moment, her eyes widened.
Someone… or more directly, Ghost Wen Fengyue, hugged her from behind.
The other’s embrace was full of possessiveness. The hand locked around her waist was even forceful enough—as if trying to rub Jiao Qingyin into her own body.
“Jiao Jiao…” The ghost spoke softly against her ear, “…Like.”
Her words were slurred and missing several syllables in the middle, but Jiao Qingyin felt as if she had been burned by these few words. Her instinct was to break free from the embrace.
But Wen Fengyue held her too tightly, as if she had long anticipated her escape, leaving no gap between their bodies.
At this moment, Jiao Qingyin suddenly realized that although the other was always very well-behaved and clingy, like a harmless and simple puppy—how could a fierce ghost truly be harmless?
Jiao Qingyin heard the other Wen Fengyue calling her, but the situation at hand clearly didn’t allow her to be distracted.
Because the dangerous aura emanating from Ghost Wen Fengyue gave Jiao Qingyin a feeling… that the other wanted to eat her.
Just as this thought appeared, she felt her back neck being licked by something icy cold. The soft sensation made Jiao Qingyin’s pupils contract instantly. Her body moved before her brain, using her elbow to strike backward.
A muffled groan belonging to Wen Fengyue sounded, and the hands circling her waist loosened slightly.
Jiao Qingyin seized the opportunity, pinned the other’s wrist back, and faster than she could move, pressed her forearm against Wen Fengyue’s neck.
Wen Fengyue had never seen such a fierce Jiao Qingyin. Almost as soon as her neck was pressed, she knew she had done something wrong.
Her first reaction was to apologize, but Jiao Qingyin immediately let go of her and withdrew from the body.
Wen Fengyue opened her eyes in a panic, just in time to see her other self sitting in Jiao Qingyin’s hand, worriedly checking her condition.
“Jiao Jiao, what did she do?” The tiny Wen Fengyue was extremely angry, lightning crackling and jumping beneath the small black cloud behind her.
Although the time she had lost contact with Jiao Qingyin was short, the panic and regret she felt just now had climbed to a peak.
She was the one who proactively suggested letting her other self use the body. If the other had taken this opportunity to do something to Jiao Qingyin, she would never forgive herself.
Fortunately, for now, Jiao Qingyin appeared neither injured nor emotionally unstable.
This allowed the little Wen Fengyue’s tense nerves to finally relax, but when she turned to glare at her other self, the anger in her eyes had not dissipated one bit.
“You—” Just as the little Wen Fengyue’s words left her mouth, she noticed her body was undergoing a visible change.
The most direct change was the hair—her medium-length hair that originally only reached her shoulders began to grow longer and longer after the soul exchange, only stopping once it reached her back.
Next were the eyes. In those blue-tinted eyes, a faint layer of green was now veiled over, creating a smoke-shrouded effect. This made the body, without changing its features, lose some of its sharp edge and gain a bit of gloomy beauty.
And when “Wen Fengyue” looked at Jiao Qingyin, both eyes involuntarily widened a bit, sparkling.
This appearance merged the different characteristics of the two Wen Fengyues, perfectly hitting all of Jiao Qingyin’s favorite points, causing the latter’s breath to stop involuntarily.
She even softened her accusatory tone, “There won’t be a next time.”
Jiao Qingyin didn’t like being coerced or being forced to do something. If “Wen Fengyue” wanted a hug, as long as she made a request, she would listen; but to hug her by force and refuse to let go even after she made her stance clear—she would be angry.
It’s just… Jiao Qingyin knew that although she had overlooked part of the other’s nature, “Wen Fengyue” really didn’t seem to have the personality to suddenly perform such an act.
The other was timid and stammered when speaking. Under normal emotions, the bravest things she had done were proactively holding hands and giving her a ring.
Those actions beyond holding hands probably hadn’t even appeared in the other’s brain.
Seeing “Wen Fengyue” panicking and apologizing to her, getting more rushed and unable to speak complete sentences, Jiao Qingyin spoke: “What was wrong with you just now?”
“I… I don’t know why either,” the other’s voice was hoarse and fast, “Very suddenly… I wanted to do it, so I did.”
While trying hard to think, she struggled to describe her situation, “My mood was also very strange. I felt… very angry, I don’t know what I was angry about.”
Wen Fengyue, who was currently in a state of anger, froze.
As “Wen Fengyue” bared her heart bit by bit, upon learning what she had just done, Wen Fengyue discovered those extra emotions the other felt… came from her.
It was she who desperately wanted to hug Jiao Qingyin—not to hug her with a small doll-like body, but to use her own body to hold her tightly while being about the same height as Jiao Qingyin.
She was very, very jealous of her other self, jealous that she was a ghost and could touch Jiao Jiao unscrupulously yet didn’t know how to cherish it—every time she saw that girl reach out to pull Jiao Qingyin’s sleeve, she couldn’t control her emotions.
If she were the ghost instead, she wouldn’t be so shy or hesitant.
She would ask Jiao Jiao if she could give her a hug.
Wen Fengyue knew Jiao Jiao would most likely agree.
But as a human, she couldn’t touch Jiao Qingyin, and as a spiritual entity, she could only sit on Jiao Qingyin’s hand, completely unable to embrace her.
“Wen Fengyue” was influenced by the emotions she had left behind in the body.
Did this mean… their souls had already begun to merge?
Wen Fengyue originally resisted this matter as much as she possibly could, but now, she suddenly thought: after the souls merged, she would also be able to hug Jiao Qingyin.
“…” Wen Fengyue lowered her head, her gaze vacant.
A hug… all she wanted now was a hug.
If after merging, she could have these things.
Jiao Qingyin understood both Wen Fengyues very deeply. After seeing their distinct reactions, relying on her excellent reasoning skills, she immediately came up with the correct answer.
She had misunderstood “Wen Fengyue”…
Jiao Qingyin’s gaze swept over the tiny person in her palm and the desperately anxious “Wen Fengyue” before her, and then she reached out a hand toward the latter.
Her intention was to lightly pat the other’s shoulder and then apologize—but “Wen Fengyue” misunderstood her meaning and directly moved her head closer, as if waiting to be petted.
Jiao Qingyin’s hand suspended in mid-air paused, then changed to stroking the other’s hair.
“Wen Fengyue” looked confused, gazing at Jiao Qingyin with eyes stained with a hint of tears, “Jiao Jiao… didn’t touch.”
“Because you are currently human and I am a ghost, I cannot touch you.”
Hearing Jiao Qingyin’s explanation, “Wen Fengyue’s” eyes instantly widened. She hadn’t thought of this point when she agreed to enter the human shell. Now she felt incredibly regretful and immediately wanted to come out of the body.
Jiao Qingyin hurriedly stopped her, “Wait a moment.”
She used the simplest method to explain that at least one soul must remain in the body, and why she had suddenly felt the urge to embrace just now.
Wen Fengyue had been listening from the side. When Jiao Qingyin said, “It should be that the other you really wanted to give me a hug,” her face turned red and white—half out of shame, half out of fear.
Her thoughts… were all discovered by Jiao Qingyin.
Wen Fengyue just wanted to find a hole to bury herself in right now—no, better to bury this other self across from her.
After listening to Jiao Qingyin’s explanation, “Wen Fengyue’s” expression was also somewhat unsightly.
It wasn’t because of the fact that she had been influenced into involuntarily hugging Jiao Qingyin—after all, she actually really wanted to do that too, she just never dared—but because she could clearly feel that their souls were merging.
Even if she didn’t use this body, she couldn’t stop this from happening. Or rather, they had actually been merging slowly all along, and that moment just now, the amplified emotions simply exposed this point.
After merging… what would she become?
“Wen Fengyue” lowered her head, reaching out to pull a few strands of hair from the back of her neck to before her eyes, finding that there were no burn marks on them. The hair strands dyed blue shimmered with a faint light under the lamp.
If they merged, she would have a healthy body and be able to grow up normally, and in two months… she would be an adult.
Jiao Jiao said that after she became an adult, she would consider their confessions.
“Are you hungry?” Jiao Qingyin suddenly spoke, interrupting the wild thoughts of the two Wen Fengyues.
They both looked at Jiao Qingyin at the same time, their eyes reflecting a similar light.
“Wen Fengyue” froze for quite a while before realizing that she was the only one who could feel hunger right now, and Jiao Qingyin was talking to her.
She rubbed her stomach and said: “Not hungry.”
After a pause, she added: “Eat next time. Today, it’s very late.”
It was indeed very late. After they returned from school, they had been busy until six or seven in the evening. Now outside the window were the lit lights of other people’s homes—but given that there were no living people in this neighborhood, why those lights were on was also worth investigating.
Jiao Qingyin looked at the sky and then turned to “Wen Fengyue,” her words very gentle, “You are currently using a human body; you need to replenish energy in a timely manner.”
“Wen Fengyue” gave Wen Fengyue a look.
Wen Fengyue pretended not to notice and looked away from her gaze.
So “Wen Fengyue,” after blinking in confusion, decided to tell everything to Jiao Qingyin, whom she trusted most: “She doesn’t eat dinner, so it’s okay.”
Jiao Qingyin: “…”
Wen Fengyue cursed silently, thinking this self of hers was truly stupid enough to say anything.
But she also didn’t want Jiao Qingyin to be busy so late anymore, so she spoke up in a small voice: “There’s bread in the fridge. Let’s just eat that tonight. Next time…”
Jiao Qingyin gave her a long, deep look.
Wen Fengyue looked away uneasily. It was truly that she couldn’t hide secrets before Jiao Qingyin. If the other asked anything right now, she might not be able to hide how messy her way of treating her body was.
At this time, “Wen Fengyue” also nodded heavily: “Eat bread. Want… Jiao Jiao to rest.”
Having said that, she stood up and walked to the fridge, using somewhat unfamiliar movements to pull it open, grabbing a piece of bread at random and beginning to eat.
After taking several bites, she found she had some difficulty swallowing.
That’s right… she had to chew it into smaller pieces.
Having not experienced life as a human for a long time, “Wen Fengyue” had to think for a good while before every action she took.
Jiao Qingyin let out a soft sigh.
Hearing her sigh, Wen Fengyue, who was trying to act cute to get through this, felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, even more afraid to face Jiao Qingyin.
At this moment, she heard Jiao Qingyin say: “I want to try an experiment.”
“Wha… what?” Wen Fengyue was terrified of hearing her say something she didn’t want to hear.
“Last time at the hotel… I accidentally tasted a bite of your soul,” Jiao Qingyin mentioned this matter, feeling a bit embarrassed, “and then I discovered that my power had become much stronger.”
Wen Fengyue immediately recalled the scene from then—at that time, Jiao Jiao suddenly became especially intimate with her, as if she were drunk…
The scenes of that day surfaced one by one, causing Wen Fengyue to want to nod directly before Jiao Qingyin even finished speaking.
It was just giving the other a bite or two of her soul. If Jiao Jiao wanted it, she was willing to let her swallow her whole.
And, if Jiao Jiao had a reaction like last time every time she tasted her soul… a hint of blush rose on Wen Fengyue’s cheeks, and she wished she could agree ahead of time lest the other changed her mind.
“I won’t hurt you; it’s just a basic attempt. If it works… I might be able to become solid.”
Wen Fengyue, who was immersed in a beautiful fantasy, suddenly snapped back to her senses when she heard the last sentence, her gaze instantly becoming extremely intense, “Solid?”
If Jiao Qingyin became solid, did that mean—after she returned to her human body, she could hug her?
“Jiao Jiao, eat me.”
An interrupting voice cut off Wen Fengyue’s train of thought. “Wen Fengyue” was gazing at Jiao Qingyin, her eyes carrying the same emotion, “I am delicious.”
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Caramel
Estou ansiosa para saber se Jiao vai conseguir se solidificar.