Wait, I Got in the Wrong Car (GL) - Chapter 23

Every time Lou Anran saw Mo Ying’s little feet, especially those soft, pale pink soles curling instinctively on the carpet, her fingers would itch.

Last time, she had been blindfolded and completely unaware that the girl’s feet were so tender and pretty, the kind that made one want to cradle them in their palms and kiss them gently.

They might just be the feet kissed by God.

She forced herself to suppress the primal, frenzied desire rising in her chest. Her face remained cold as she allowed the girl to tease her thigh with motions that felt as soft as kitten paws. Mo Ying’s arched foot moved with tension and grace, her toes brushing against the inside of Lou Anran’s thigh, tracing her with lazy, playful strokes.

Lou Anran had once raised a docile blue cat. The little thing loved sticking close and would knead her body every night before sleep. It felt like this, a soft pressing motion, but even that cat never had such wicked intent. Mo Ying’s touch itched more than her skin. It itched deep in her heart.

Lou Anran gritted her teeth. She recalled everything the girl had done and forced herself to look away, unwilling to be seduced any further.

Her voice, when it came out, was cold like ice shards from a cellar. “This is what you call a fish tail?”

You could barely fool a toddler with that.

For a moment earlier, she had actually believed her. Ridiculous.

A flicker of struggle passed over Mo Ying’s face. She stared down at her own pale, delicate legs and asked, “Lou Xiaohei, will you help me raise baby fish? She really, really likes you.”

It had always been easy for Mo Ying to gather food for herself. Before she got pregnant, she ate anything. But now, one vital ingredient in baby fish’s meals could only be provided by Lou Xiaohei.

Lou Anran stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The night outside reflected clearly on the glass. On the bed behind her, the girl rolled around shamelessly, her enchanting body stretching without a care.

Mo Ying kicked her feet on the bed and called out, “Just one month at most. Help me raise baby fish, will you?”

Every time she heard that soft, sweet voice, Lou Anran’s heart would weaken. But this time, she forced it to turn to stone.

“Raise a fish? How exactly? Should I prepare a giant tank for you to live in?”

Mo Ying was delighted that she had not refused outright. She spun around in place on the bed. “Then let me show you my fish tail.”

In the blink of an eye, Lou Anran saw a glimmer of gold reflected in the window. She looked again. The same feet she had once described as kissed by God had now become a long, shimmering gold fish tail.

That tail moved as gracefully as Mo Ying’s green eyes. It swayed left and right with joy, even lifting up in a playful little hop.

Lou Anran stood frozen.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, which were throbbing. She had drunk too much over the past few days. Was it five bottles? Ten? She could not even remember. Otherwise, how could she be hallucinating so vividly?

Mo Ying, seeing her still facing away, called out as she patted the mattress. “Lou Xiaohei! Isn’t my fish tail pretty? I’m the most beautiful mermaid ever.”

Lou Anran yawned. She turned and gave the dazzling golden tail a quick glance, then calmly pulled half the blanket from beneath Mo Ying, lifted it, and lay down next to her. Her posture was composed, with both arms resting neatly over her stomach.

She stared at the ceiling light, which seemed too bright. All she could see were golden scales, each pattern distinct and sharp.

She shut her eyes. “I need sleep. Don’t bother me.”

Mo Ying had been hoping for praise. Instead, she got that one cold sentence. She stared down at her tail. The scales glinted gold, even prettier than gold itself.

She pouted. “Lou Xiaohei has no taste.”

She tried to move around, but the tail was awkward on the soft bed and got tangled easily. In the next moment, it transformed back into two legs. She wriggled across the mattress like a legless snake, inching closer to Lou Anran.

Lou Anran’s breathing was steady. Her eyes did not move.

Out like a light.

“Lou Xiaohei. Lou Xiaohei.”

Mo Ying whispered by her ear and even gave her a little shake. But there was no response. The woman was fast asleep.

Bored, Mo Ying played with the silky black hair scattered across the bed. She twisted and uncurled it, over and over, but eventually lost interest.

Her eyes wandered to the box at the foot of the bed. The neatly arranged trinkets inside caught her attention. She dumped them out and started sorting. One for you, one for me. But even that grew dull after a while.

Lou Anran fell into a heavy, suffocating nightmare. In the dream, countless unhatched baby fishies surrounded her in dense clusters. Each one could talk. They all called her mama and babbled in strange languages. She ran, panicking, until she realized she was underwater. She tried to swim with her arms flailing, but her limbs were so tightly bound that she could not move freely.

She turned and saw seaweed-like hair entangling her. No matter how she yanked or bit at it, the strands were too strong. They dragged her deeper into the sea.

Then the seaweed turned gold. As the layers peeled away, a stunning face emerged. It was Mo Ying’s. Her heart barely had time to flutter before the gentle face twisted into something fierce. Black scales covered her cheeks, and two sharp fangs as long as fingers lunged toward her.

“Lou Xiaohei, I’m going to bite you to death.”

Hah—hah.

Lou Anran jolted awake, her whole body trembling. She had never dreamed so intensely. She had fought so hard in that dream, but the seaweed still dragged her down.

Thankfully, it had only been a nightmare.

A terrifying, helpless dream.

She exhaled and opened her eyes again. The room was dim, but sunlight had already crept in. The black curtains hung limply, untouched for days.

Lou Anran frowned. She reached out and felt the bed. Warm breath and damp hair curled around her fingers.

The dream snapped into clarity. She looked down and saw golden strands tangled around her fingers like seaweed.

Thump.

Lou Anran winced and grabbed her lower back. She pulled out a modified ring from beneath her. When she touched it, the black gem popped off. Her safe stood wide open. Bottles of wine were rolling on the floor. Her books, clothes, everything had been moved. The room looked ransacked.

Mo Ying stirred. A gentle tug on her scalp stirred her awake, and she slowly blinked open her drowsy eyes. She gave a contented little roll and ended up in front of Lou Anran.

“Lou Xiaohei, why do you like sleeping on the floor?”

Lou Anran stared blankly at the fish tail peeking from the blanket. It curled upward, catching the sunlight in brilliant golden flashes. Memories from the previous night rushed back like a flood.

The tail.

The golden tail.

“You—you—you—”

Mo Ying blinked sleepily. She followed Lou Anran’s gaze and noticed her fish tail had slipped out again. With a playful swing, she flicked the blanket away.

“Oops. Got carried away.”

Lou Anran pressed her fingers into her temples. When she opened her eyes again, Mo Ying was still there, propped up on her arms, watching her with innocent curiosity. Her tail waved behind her, sparkling with pride.

Lou Anran gasped. She rubbed her eyes. The redness from a sleepless night still lingered, and the rubbing only made her look like she had cried.

Mo Ying struck a special pose, waving her tail in front of her.

“Lou Xiaohei, you never told me if my tail is pretty.”

It was so close Lou Anran could see each golden scale. Never in her life had she seen a tail this dazzling.

Her face remained blank, but her worldview shattered and reformed in seconds. Was she still dreaming? Was this a dream within a dream?

The hard floor beneath her, the warm sunlight streaming through the window, and the lingering pain from her fall all confirmed that this was real.

Mo Ying was a mermaid.

Those clever green eyes watched the room’s swirling light ribbons. She changed her tail back into legs.

“You—Lou Xiaohei, you promised to raise baby fish with me. You’re not allowed to go back on your word.” She bared her teeth in a cute, fierce little warning. “If you lie to me, I’ll be very angry and throw you into the sea for the sharks.”

Lou Anran, “…”

It was exactly like the dream. If the girl had not flashed that small, adorable grin, she might have needed to rebuild her worldview all over again.

Lou Anran inhaled slowly to steady her heart.

“You’re really pregnant?”

Mo Ying’s boldness crumbled instantly. She frowned and gave Lou Anran a pout.

“It’s your fault. You made me pregnant with baby fish, and now you don’t want to raise her.”

Lou Anran’s gaze dropped to the girl’s flat belly. She wished she had a scanner to confirm it.

Suddenly, Mo Ying leapt up and hopped barefoot off the bed. “Lou Xiaohei, baby fish wants to say hi.”

Lou Anran was still stunned when she was dragged into the bathroom. Water burst from the showerhead, drenching her.

She wiped her face just in time to see a golden fish tail slip past her thighs.

That touch.

That scene.

It was just like the first time she had fallen into the bathtub. The cold underwater touch had made her hair stand on end. Now, seeing the same fish tail brushing against her legs, she froze.

“Lou Xiaohei, touch her.”

Before she could react, Mo Ying placed her hand on her belly.

Through the soaked skin, Lou Anran saw a golden bud bloom on her pale stomach. She stared at it for a long time.

“What is this?”

Mo Ying puffed her chest. “Fourth Sister said it’s the mark of a pregnant fish. I’m a pregnant fish.”

Lou Anran couldn’t help but trace the shape with her finger. Mo Ying giggled and swatted her hand.

“Lou Xiaohei, don’t touch randomly.”

Lou Anran did not know the girl was ticklish. She had touched more than that last time and seen no such reaction. She grabbed the squirming girl in her arms.

“You’re ticklish?”

Mo Ying huffed. “It’s not me. It’s baby fish.”

Lou Anran had not believed until she saw the pattern bloom on the girl’s belly with her own eyes. She touched it again. The soft stomach jerked.

She yanked her hand back.

“Something moved!”

Mo Ying leaned lazily against her and closed her eyes. “It’s baby fish. She’s just a little traitor.”