After Transmigrating Into a Book, I Was Played by the Black Lotus – Chapter 92

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Lin Xingzhu’s nostrils quivered, and she breathed forcefully twice.

It was still very blocked, as if something was piled in front of her nose. No matter what, she couldn’t breathe in fresh air, and she felt a little suffocated.

Breathing through her nose couldn’t be counted on, so she started trying to breathe through her mouth, hoping for big gulps of fresh air to go straight into her chest cavity and relieve the feeling of suffocation a bit.

But after opening her mouth, she could only capture a tiny bit of fresh air, and such a small amount was fundamentally unable to fill what she needed.

Lin Xingzhu felt that she would suffocate herself to death in her dream.

This thought flashed past, like a sharp sword cutting through the dark, vast sky, tearing apart the wrinkled heavens to bring light.

Lin Xingzhu ignored¹ realizing that she was, in fact, dreaming.

Once this clear-headed thought abruptly arose, the suffocating dreamscape could no longer bind her.

Lin Xingzhu struggled free and fiercely opened her eyes.

—Still blocked.

She had thought that by escaping the dreamscape, she would be able to get away from that frustrating feeling of suffocation and regain normal breathing, but when Lin Xingzhu opened her eyes, she discovered that she did not, as she had imagined, naturally inhale and exchange fresh air in the instant her consciousness cleared.

She stared blankly at the skin before her; the fine, downy hair on the fair skin was clearly visible at such a close distance.

No wonder it was so blocked and she felt she couldn’t breathe; it turned out a human face was pressed directly on her face, blocking the mouth and nose she used for breathing.

—Wait, a human face?

Lin Xingzhu instantly felt her hair stand on end and bones chill.

Her whole body was stiff, her brain rapidly turning as she thought about what was going on.

Why was there a woman suddenly pressing on her when she woke up?

This was too strange!

Thinking this, Lin Xingzhu sniffed. She felt stuffy and flustered, and her oxygen-deprived brain couldn’t think of a reason why.

After her stiff body slowly relaxed, Lin Xingzhu gently and carefully pushed away the head pressing on her face, finally feeling much more clear-headed.

Immediately after, she again cautiously pushed away the person on her body, moving bit by bit on the bed. It felt like a very long time had passed before Lin Xingzhu, without startling this strange woman, finally rescued herself completely.

She stood with her arms crossed at a position not far from the bed. The curtains weren’t drawn, and her clothes weren’t changed. Just like that, she quietly watched the woman sleeping on her bed.

Lin Xingzhu had just gone to check the apartment’s main door and windows. Everything was very, very normal, in the exact same state as when she had closed them last night. It didn’t look like anyone had come in, and there were no traces of anything in the room having been moved.

Everything seemed to indicate that this good-looking woman had appeared on her bed out of thin air, and had even been pressing on top of her.

Lin Xingzhu felt perplexed. Actually, if she hadn’t felt her breathing become obstructed in her sleep, she herself should have woken up naturally—it was the weekend, after all.

Which meant that when this woman was pressing on her, despite such an obvious weight pressing down, she hadn’t been disturbed in the slightest.

This was too abnormal.

Lin Xingzhu rubbed her temples, suspecting that she wasn’t actually awake, that all of this was a dream within a dream.

Thinking this, she pinched her own arm. It was very painful.

Then she wasn’t dreaming.

Lin Xingzhu calmly lowered her hand and once again placed her gaze on the woman’s soundly sleeping face.

This woman who had suddenly appeared in her home, lying on her bed, pressing face-to-face on top of her, was truly extremely beautiful.

A palm-sized face, exquisite and beautiful. Even without being able to see her eyes now, one could imagine that when this pair of eyes with dense, long lashes opened, they would make her already outstanding face even more dazzling.

She watched just like that, and as she watched, Lin Xingzhu suddenly discovered that the woman’s eyes moved left and right twice under her eyelids.

It was like a sign that she was about to wake up.

Lin Xingzhu’s hand trembled subconsciously, and she retreated backward twice, silently and without a sound, until she was pressed against the side of the door.

This distance was convenient for her to run.

With the door that gave her a great sense of security behind her, Lin Xingzhu’s flustered heart slowly calmed a little, and she stared intently at the woman on the bed, not daring to blink.

Bai Xiying slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight through the curtains made her a bit dazed; the fiery red, burning expanse before her eyes seemed to have cut off distant memories, making them somewhat blurry.

But immediately, Bai Xiying’s memories slowly recovered, and she became clear-headed.

She stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling.

She hadn’t managed to die? Or was the world after death like this?

Looking at this couldn’t-be-more-ordinary ceiling, Bai Xiying felt a bit strange in her heart.

Lin Xingzhu watched her just like that with her arms crossed. Taking advantage of the time the strange woman was in a daze, she silently evaluated her, confirmed that the one on the bed was a real person and not some other unknown thing, and her heart slowly grew more at ease.

“…Ma’am, are you awake?”

An unfamiliar, clear and melodious female voice sounded, attracting Bai Xiying’s attention.

She used her arms to prop up her body, leaning against the bed as she slowly sat up, squinting her eyes as she looked toward the side of the door where the sound had come from.

The woman standing by the door stood with her arms crossed. She had black hair and snow-white skin, bright eyes good at glancing², and a small, faint mole at the lower corner of her left eye.

The hostile aura in Bai Xiying’s eyes flashed and disappeared. She spoke coldly, “Lin Xingzhu?”

Lin Xingzhu was startled. “You know me?”

The pain of licking flames had completely faded. Her calmed-down brain analyzed the situation before her. Bai Xiying expressionlessly gazed at this woman who looked almost exactly the same as Lin Xingzhu, a faint, incomprehensible light flickering in her pitch-black pupils.

“Where is this?”

Lin Xingzhu frowned at her, already a bit impatient in her heart. “This is my home.” After answering the question, she asked again, “Are you done asking? If you’re done, it should be my turn to ask you, right? Why did you appear in my home for no reason at all?”

At this point, Lin Xingzhu had already decided that if this person couldn’t answer, she would consider calling the police.

“Your home?” Bai Xiying looked at her strangely. The slender wrist combing through her messy stray hairs looked as if it would break with a single snap, and her entire being exuded a heart-breaking sense of brokenness.

But Lin Xingzhu didn’t feel heart-broken at all; she only felt danger.

This strange woman’s state was obviously not quite normal.

A suspicion flashed through Lin Xingzhu’s mind: perhaps some mental patient had run into her home without her knowing, and she hadn’t discovered it?

She watched the woman stare at her faintly, her voice without waves or ripples: “But I remember being at my home before I closed my eyes. How is it that as soon as I opened them, I was in your home?”

Lin Xingzhu: “?”

Hmm? Are you going to strike back with a rake³ and say I trafficked you?

Thinking this, Lin Xingzhu immediately stared at her with an unkind expression.

Seeing her expression, Bai Xiying gave a short laugh. In the tranquility of the silence, her voice had a strange, bizarre, and horrifying quality. “Too interesting, really too interesting.”

She had clearly committed suicide by slitting her wrists and then lit a large fire. She should have died completely, her corpse buried in a sea of fire, vanished without a trace. But now, she was sitting perfectly fine in a strange bedroom; the dripping blood on her wrists didn’t exist, and the ugly, meandering knife scars didn’t exist either.

She had even opened her eyes to see a woman who looked almost exactly the same as Lin Xingzhu, and this woman also happened to be named Lin Xingzhu.

Bai Xiying’s gaze, which made one’s hair stand on end from the bottom of one’s heart⁴, fell faintly on that small mole.

Lin Xingzhu felt as if that gaze was tangible; being looked at by her like that, she even felt her face start to itch.

…She really was growing more and more suspicious that the person before her was a mental patient who had escaped from some mental hospital.

Lin Xingzhu told herself to act a bit more normal and to absolutely not provoke the patient.

After all, when mental patients have an episode, injuring people isn’t against the law.

She softened her voice and did her best to speak gently, “Although I don’t know your name or why you appeared in my home, since I’ve met you now, I can help you contact your family and have them pick you up to go home.”

Lin Xingzhu took out her phone, deciding that while she was discussing things with the person, she would immediately call the police if anything seemed wrong.

She no longer wanted to investigate why this person was in her home, or why they had pressed on her until she was about to suffocate.

“Bai Xiying.”

“Hmm?”

Lin Xingzhu looked at her in confusion, and when her gaze met that pair of pitch-black eyes, she suddenly realized the woman was telling her her name.

Bai Xiying?

Why did that name feel a bit familiar?

Lin Xingzhu thought quickly for two seconds and suddenly realized why the name was familiar.

Bai Xiying, Bai Xiying… wasn’t that the name of the protagonist in an n.p.⁵ forced-love⁶ yellow text she had read before?!

The reason Lin Xingzhu’s impression was so deep was because there was a cannon fodder inside whose name was exactly the same as hers.

Wait, exactly the same?!

Connecting this to Bai Xiying’s reaction just now, Lin Xingzhu’s body instantly stiffened, then recovered in the next second. It was just that her heart could no longer be as calm as it was before.

The calm from before was the calm of facing a mental patient when the police could still help; the fluster now was the fluster of possibly facing the absurd and unknown.

Having suddenly and seemingly received a huge amount of information, even Lin Xingzhu, whose expression management was excellent, couldn’t help but let a bit of her true feelings show.

Bai Xiying, who had been observing her the whole time, captured this bit of information and slightly narrowed her eyes.

This Lin Xingzhu knew her?

Thinking of this possibility, the look in Bai Xiying’s eyes became dark and hard to read.

Lin Xingzhu opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Immediately after, she opened her mouth again, as if she had made a decision. This time, she spoke: “This Ms. Bai Xiying, may I take the liberty of asking which school you graduated from?”

The light in Bai Xiying’s eyes shifted slightly. “A University.”

Hmm, very good. In reality, there is no school called A University.

Lin Xingzhu’s heart grew one part colder. She asked again, “Then may I take the liberty of asking again, where is your hometown?”

Bai Xiying said thoughtfully, “S City.”

Hmm, very good. In reality, this place doesn’t exist either.

Lin Xingzhu’s heart grew even colder.

If she had a choice, she would rather be facing a mental patient who had escaped from a mental hospital than a yellow text protagonist who had walked out of a forced-love yellow text.

If she had a choice…

With an ice-cold heart, Lin Xingzhu watched as Bai Xiying reversed the roles of host and guest⁷, the curve of her lips filled with malice. “Ah, it seems you know who I am.”

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