A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 61

“I started having this dream from that day, but it went away later, so I didn’t pay much attention to it. I didn’t expect it to come back the day before yesterday, and I dreamed about it twice last night,” she said, pacing back and forth in front of him in confusion. “You don’t know, even my spiritual master said it was incredible, so I can’t tell whether that voice is a dream or real.”

Chu Ying frowned, as if deep in thought.

Unexpectedly, Lin Feifei suddenly exclaimed, "Oh dear!"

"Go back quickly!" she tugged at his sleeve again.

Chu Ying smiled wryly: "Why am I always being pulled around by people for no reason?"

"You don't know, my senior brother has lost his memory!" She then grabbed his arm. "He doesn't remember anything about Maoshan anymore, and my senior sister definitely doesn't know yet. She'll definitely misunderstand!"

"Amnesia?" He was stunned.

"I'll tell you later," she shook her head, feigning seriousness. "Senior sister is jealous that senior brother doesn't remember her, and I happen to be with him. Why don't you go and tell him for me!"

Jealous?

He pursed his lips slightly, and as expected, he no longer objected.

The Fox? (Chapter 28 of "A Dream of Transmigration from Liaozhai")

In the courtyard, Lingyi stood motionless, hands clasped behind his back, as if he were in a painting. Miaoqing was indeed nowhere to be seen.

"Senior brother!" Lin Feifei asked tentatively, "Senior sister has left?"

He looked at her, his icy eyes filled with confusion.

"They don't look like they've had a fight?" Lin Feifei looked puzzled and apologetic. "She didn't misunderstand you and me..."

"How is it?" came the indifferent voice.

how?

So this is how these two cold-hearted people fall in love! Lin Feifei almost fainted.

"It seems like Senior Sister misunderstood something just now, right? You two aren't... well... good friends, are you? No, what I mean is, Senior Sister likes you a lot, and you like her too. Now you have amnesia and don't remember her, but she remembers you. What if she misunderstands us..."

She suddenly stopped before Tang Sanzang finished speaking.

Lingyi had already turned around and gone back to her room on her own.

"I... Ugh!" After staring blankly for a long time, she finally came to her senses and said angrily, "I, Lin Feifei, finally had a moment of kindness, and you're not even grateful. If it weren't for how good you are to me, I wouldn't bother with you..."

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In the room, steam rose from a large wooden tub.

Some clothes were draped over the chair.

Lin Feifei soaked in the water, splashing water on herself with her hands. She felt much more relaxed. She took a nap at noon, and her complexion improved a lot.

Tonight is the seventh day. Hopefully, this trick of luring the snake out of its hole will actually yield some results.

She secretly cheered herself up, then pouted.

That beautiful senior sister is really something. If there's a misunderstanding, she should just come over and explain. Instead, she's so jealous and keeps to herself. If she can't come over, does she expect me, Lin Feifei, to come to her personally?

She snorted in dissatisfaction—"I'm not that kind-hearted, you two should just keep asking that matchmaker!"

At that very moment.

There was a rapid knocking on the door.

"Brother Lin?"

Lin Feifei snapped out of her daze: "Is that Brother Zhan? Oh, wait a minute..."

Oh no, the door wasn't locked!

Sure enough, Zhan Qiuyu pushed open the door and walked in: "Brother Lin, they all..." He stopped mid-sentence, speechless, frozen in place—on the chair, those clothes... women's bras?

Two seconds of petrification.

Lin Feifei finally reacted and was about to open her mouth reflexively, but a hand suddenly reached out from the side, and her earth-shattering scream was choked in her throat before it could even be heard.

Immediately afterwards, a figure blocked their way.

Zhan Qiuyu also came to his senses, his face turning bright red, and he stammered, "Brother Lin...you..."

"Get out." The voice was devoid of emotion.

Zhan Qiuyu was young, and a well-educated scholar of ancient times. In his nervousness, he hurriedly turned around, quickly went out, and closed the door, completely forgetting one thing—

The person inside was also a man.

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Lin Feifei's mouth was covered, so she struggled to break free of the hand, but of course it was in vain. She still couldn't make a sound and could only glare at him hatefully.

"No rush," he said lazily. "If we want them to know, it's fine to call them."

After saying that, he indeed let go of her hand.

Lin Feifei's eyes still blazed with anger as she screamed, and she screamed very loudly—