Jiangg Yao was so frantic she didn’t know what to do. She ended her livestream and paced back and forth in the living room, phone in hand. She wanted to text her sister and ask what was going on, but she was terrified that Chen Yuan was with her. If she sent a text, wouldn’t that completely expose the fact that they were twins?

She then thought about going out to stop them, but she had no idea where her sister was.

Right now, Jiangg Yao felt like a fly trapped between two panes of glass. She was buzzing around frantically, her mind swarming with ideas, but an unyielding barrier blocked every single one.

She could only watch as things spiraled in a direction she couldn’t even imagine, completely powerless. The feeling left her both anxious and aggrieved.

Every few steps, she told herself to think calmly, but her thoughts would just circle back to anxiety. Jiangg Yao couldn’t help but stomp her feet and frantically run her hands through her hair before finally collapsing onto the rug.

Their relationship had only been growing steadily for a few days. This sudden turn of events was completely unacceptable.

And the most crucial part was that she could only watch, with no way to stop it. The feeling was terrifying.

She didn’t have to wait for long. Around midnight, as Jiangg Yao sat on the living room sofa with a headache, she suddenly heard a noise outside the door. Her head shot up.

Without even putting on her slippers, she rushed to the door and peered through the peephole.

One look was enough to make her heart sink.

The sound-activated light in the hallway flickered on, awakened by the sound of footsteps. A pure white glow enveloped two people.

The man had his back to Jiangg Yao. The woman, utterly drunk, was being held in his arms. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and her lips were moving, but Jiangg Yao couldn’t hear what she was saying, and her lip movements were too blurry to read.

Their posture was intimate, however. Chen Yuan was struggling to keep his balance, afraid that Jiangg Ning would pull them both down.

She was wearing high heels, which made her extremely unsteady. She swayed precariously, looking as if she would collapse at any moment without support.

‘How did she get this drunk…?’

Jiangg Yao bit her lip. It was the first time she had ever seen her sister in such a state. She desperately wanted to rush out and pull Jiangg Ning into her own apartment, but it was just a fantasy.

Then, she watched, wide-eyed, as the door across the hall opened and her sister was carried inside by Chen Yuan.

Jiangg Yao’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating wildly. In an instant, her face turned pale.

It all made sense now. No wonder her sister was suddenly in contact with Chen Yuan again; she must have drunk so much she lost control.

But then the door slammed shut with a BANG.

In that moment, Jiangg Yao’s mind fell into complete chaos!

…

“Where is this~? It looks so much like my place. The lights are so pretty.”

In the entryway.

Jiangg Ning tilted her head back, a sweet smile on her face. She was like a little girl at an amusement park, giggling foolishly while her dazed eyes remained stubbornly fixed on one spot.

She leaned against the shoe cabinet behind the door, supporting herself with one hand, her body tilted slightly backward.

Beneath her floral pleated skirt, her long, fair legs were crossed, one slightly bent over the other. She looked like a model striking a pose, exuding an unintentional, boundless charm.

Gazing up at the light, she felt as if she were bathing in a holy radiance. She even propped herself up and spun around a few times, but she was completely disoriented afterward. She suddenly stumbled and careened in one direction.

Chen Yuan quickly grabbed her. If she fell, she would have definitely landed face-first.

Alcohol can infinitely amplify a person’s emotions while also blurring their perception. If Jiangg Ning’s brain was normally highly sophisticated, right now its surface had undoubtedly become a smooth mirror.

Any thought would slide right off without a trace.

There was no room left for contemplation.

“I… I knew I was dreaming. My place doesn’t look like this… HIC!” Jiangg Ning squinted, her cheeks an exaggerated red, as if she were using a beauty filter. It almost looked like two pools of blood had congealed under her skin. “Chen Yuan, what are you doing in my house?”

Held in Chen Yuan’s arms, her gaze swept around the room for a long time before finally landing on his face.

After studying him for a moment, the words tumbled out.

If his hands weren’t full, Chen Yuan would have taken a picture of her. Her face was so red it looked like a monkey’s butt. This was the first time he’d ever seen his girlfriend in such a drunken state.

Looking down at Jiangg Ning, Chen Yuan thought she was incredibly cute.

“If I’m not at home, where else would I be? Okay, just sit down. I’ll get you a glass of water.”

“Okay!” Jiangg Ning suddenly stood up straight and abruptly raised her hand. “Yes, Miss Chen! Ning has to sit in a nice row… with the other kids! I have to sit properly!”

After she spoke, she seemed to amuse herself, clutching her stomach and laughing maniacally before plopping down onto the floor.

Jiangg Ning’s knees were together, but her feet pointed in opposite directions. She leaned crookedly against the shoe cabinet, her head tilted as she stared at some random spot.

Just like that, her eyes closed. She breathed peacefully, her chest rising and falling.

The noisy shouting that had filled Chen Yuan’s ears vanished, and the sudden silence felt strange. He crouched down, looking helplessly at this childish version of Jiangg Ning for a while.

He tentatively reached out and cupped Jiangg Ning’s cheek.

Jiangg Ning’s cheek was soft and supple, and very warm… like holding a gentle flame.

Her hair was tied up but still messy. The hair tie had slipped far down from all her thrashing about and looked like it would fall off with a gentle tug. Loose strands of hair hung over her forehead, and her long eyelashes cast shadows beneath her eyes.

As he watched her, Chen Yuan found himself in a daze, stunned by how beautiful she was in this moment.

Chen Yuan had always been drawn to the “older sister” type. Perhaps it stemmed from the gentle girl next door from his childhood, or maybe he just found girls his own age too immature. That was why he’d felt something strange the very first time he met Jiangg Ning. Add to that her status as a teacher—a profession Chen Yuan feared, but one that also made the idea of a relationship with her feel incredibly thrilling.

As all these different feelings mingled, Chen Yuan suddenly felt that in this instant, his affection for Jiangg Ning had leveled up.

She hadn’t done anything. She hadn’t said anything.

Yet just the sight of her sleeping with her eyes closed made his heart pound.

If Jiangg Yao knew, she would probably die of anger. All her efforts couldn’t compare to a single, casual gesture from her sister. It was truly tragic.

…

Sleeping on the floor was definitely not an option. After sitting with Jiangg Ning for a while, Chen Yuan, though reluctant to disturb her, reached out.

He slid one arm around her neck and the other under the warmth of her knees, lifting her up with a slight effort.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness jolted Jiangg Ning awake. She opened her drowsy eyes to the sight of Chen Yuan’s soft jawline.

Jiangg Ning’s mind was a mess for a moment. She couldn’t think straight and just stared blankly.

He carried her all the way to the bed and laid her down in the soft blankets. The scent that greeted her was that of an eighteen-year-old boy, completely different from a girl’s fragrant bedding. It was a warm scent, mingled with the smell of sunshine.

Lying on the pillow, Jiangg Ning stared at the ceiling, thinking with what little consciousness she had left: ‘This is another one of those erotic dreams…’

She really thought she was dreaming!

She had dreamed of Chen Yuan many times before and had gotten used to it. Most of the dreams were the strange sort—the kind that would make you die of shame if you ever spoke them aloud.

Once, she dreamed that she was out shopping with Chen Yuan, but she was sitting on his shoulders, her legs crossed over his chest, holding a puff of cotton candy bigger than her head.

Another time, they were sneaking down the road after leaving school when giant snowflakes started falling from the sky. Getting hit on the head by one felt like being bonked with a bundle of clothes. Before long, they were both buried in snow on the road.

And then there was the erotic dream, which had just stopped halfway through.

Dreams were never realistic.

Just like now. The bed and everything else looked so much like the furniture in her own home—there was even a face mask she used to use on the nightstand—yet it clearly wasn’t her home.

“I must be crazy, dreaming about you all the time…” she mumbled, curling up.

“Every day?” Chen Yuan had gone to get some hot water and returned just in time to hear her.

“Like, every few days. The scene’s changed again this time…” Jiangg Ning’s gaze was hazy. She placed a hand on the thigh of Chen Yuan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Why are you so charming? Why can’t I forget you…?”

“Why would you want to forget me?” Chen Yuan wondered.

“Because you’re not mine, baby…” Jiangg Ning suddenly grew sad, her voice turning aggrieved. Her lips trembled, and her eyes instantly filled with mist. On the verge of tears, she said, “You don’t like me. I know you don’t.”

“That’s not true!”

Her emotions came on so quickly and fiercely that Chen Yuan was caught completely off guard. He grew flustered, unsure how to comfort her.

All he could do was quickly deny it.

“But it is!” Jiangg Ning pointed at him.

“I don’t! I haven’t done anything.”

His explanation was futile. Jiangg Ning stared at him blankly, then reached up to wipe away a tear. Just like that, she stopped crying.

“Forget it. There’s no point in telling you this. Whatever happens, happens. I don’t care anymore.”

Her emotions came quickly and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Women were truly impossible to figure out.

Chen Yuan watched in shock as Jiangg Ning finished speaking and turned her back to him.

He was so confused.

“This dream feels so real… and the bed is pretty soft.”

Her words drifted faintly to his ear.

Jiangg Ning turned back around and said petulantly, “Come here.”

“Me?”

“Yes.” She suddenly rolled over and pulled Chen Yuan down onto the bed. The reek of alcohol hit him in the face, so strong it made him wrinkle his nose. Jiangg Ning happily pinned Chen Yuan down and climbed on top of him. “It’s a dream anyway, so I can do whatever I want!”

“Right now, I’m gonna fuck you.”

The words coming from a twenty-six-year-old female teacher were absolutely jaw-dropping.

So ridiculously bold.

“???”

‘That’s right, it’s a dream. No need to be reserved, no need to pretend.’

‘I can do anything I want. There won’t be any embarrassing history left behind, and no one will ever know.’

Jiangg Ning suddenly felt ecstatic. She pinched Chen Yuan’s cheeks, leaned down, and kissed him.

The kiss was incredibly fervent.

Within seconds, Jiangg Ning could no longer think. She felt like she could devour Chen Yuan whole.

‘So happy.’

That was Jiangg Ning’s most direct feeling.

She had never really kissed anyone. The only other time was when her lips had briefly touched Chen Yuan’s at the restaurant, but that was nothing compared to this.

She felt her whole body burning up. The sensation was indescribable.

She was unleashing the wild beast within her.

The emotions she had suppressed burst forth like a flood from an open dam. With a single kiss, the sickness born from her pent-up frustration was more than halfway cured.

“You’re so beautiful… Miss Jiangg Ning.” Chen Yuan just had to call her “Miss,” because it excited him so much he blushed.

“Shut up! No talking!”

she scolded, slapping Chen Yuan on the shoulder and making him tremble.

“Call me Big Sis.”

“…”

“Hurry up, or I’ll strangle you.”

“Big Sis…”

“A few more times. Don’t stop.”

In the gaps between kisses, Chen Yuan’s voice was muffled, but he felt an infinite sense of bliss. None of their previous intimate moments had ever been this passionate.

He didn’t know why.

In truth, it was because he was genuinely feeling Jiangg Ning’s dominant power, not Jiangg Yao’s borrowed confidence.

The night deepened.

But the kissing continued. Chen Yuan clumsily reached out, his hands exploring as an amorous atmosphere filled the entire bedroom.

…

Through the crack in the door, which had gone unnoticed, a pair of frantically trembling eyes watched everything unfold.

The pale, delicate face belonged to Jiangg Yao, who had become so worried that she’d snuck over. But when she reached the bedroom door and saw this, her mind went completely blank. Liars never get a happy ending. Jiangg Yao was now facing the ultimate backlash.

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