Chapter 452 - 297: Fingertips
The two sisters walked into the dim room together. As they entered, they nervously glanced back toward the master bedroom on the other side of the living room.
Fortunately, there was no sound. The entire suite was as quiet as a deep mountain pool.
Chen Yuan followed Ningning and Yaoyao. After they were inside, he closed the door behind him with a CLICK. With this barrier between them and the outside, all three of them let out a sigh of relief. At least they didn’t have to worry about being discovered by the elders.
In truth, Chen Yuan hadn’t wanted to do this. Tricking the two sisters into coming over was a last resort. What’s more, the three of them would be sharing a room, sleeping in the same bed... It was bound to be thrilling, but the awkwardness was just as unavoidable.
When he was intimate with either Ningning or Yaoyao alone, it felt fine. But being with both of them at once felt a little perverted.
For three people with traditional values, it was undoubtedly a huge challenge.
The last time they had slept at that tiny apartment, Chen Yuan had insisted on sleeping on the couch, which proved this point. Changing one’s mindset is a gradual process, but what was done was done...
He didn’t need to make any more excuses for himself.
In any case, tonight was destined to be a night of blissful happiness, with one girl in his left arm and the other in his right.
He stood by the door, his cheeks feeling a little hot. ’I can just imagine it,’ he thought, ’the three of us lying under the same blanket, two soft, beautiful bodies within my reach. In the bright moonlight, two identical, exquisite faces will be flushed with shy blushes, nestled beside me, one on my left and one on my right.’
Chen Yuan couldn’t hold it in. His lips curled into a low, almost demonic chuckle.
Of course, he wasn’t so much of a beast as to "conquer" both Ningning and Yaoyao in a single night. The sisters would never agree to that, anyway. For an inexperienced guy like Chen Yuan, something so R-rated was far too difficult.
Still, the tantalizing thought of holding them both was enough to make his blood rush.
’He was still young,’ he mused, ’and didn’t understand that if you’re going to be the bad guy, you have to go all the way. Since he didn’t want to part with either of them, he might as well go all in—divide and conquer the sisters, taking them both down completely. Let the situation collapse so completely there’s no turning back. In the end, he’d be leading Yaoyao with his left hand and Ningning with his right. First, he’d take down Liu He and Mr. Chen, then circle around to deliver a fatal blow to Jiang Zhengfeng. Finally, they’d all unite to form a two-pronged pincer attack—a "double cheeseburger" maneuver—catching Jiangg Ruxue completely off guard and forcing her to admit total defeat.’
This low chuckle sounded strange to Jiangg Ning’s ears. She sat primly on the edge of the bed, watching Chen Yuan stand frozen by the door, feeling a little puzzled.
"Chen? What are you laughing at over there?"
"...N-nothing. I just thought of something funny."
He turned and strode over, forgetting he had just claimed minutes ago that he was "so sore he could barely walk." He was getting a bit carried away.
After entering the room—Chen Yuan’s bedroom—Jiangg Ning caught the scent of a boy. It was probably the same scent as the clothes Chen Yuan was wearing: a faint hint of lemon and the smell of shower gel from his recent bath. It was a nice smell, but she suddenly felt it was all a bit improper.
’In the middle of the night, after just one phone call, she and Yaoyao had come right over.’
’And we’re dressed so lightly... I’m not even wearing a bra.’ The thought instantly sent a flush creeping up her face, and she quickly looked down at herself.
Thankfully, the lights were off, so nothing was visible.
Yaoyao, on the other hand, had already flopped onto the bed in a starfish pose. She contentedly sniffed the scent of Chen Yuan’s bed, a subtle smile on her face.
She didn’t care about anything else. As long as she could be with her Young Master, she felt an indescribable sense of relaxation.
The sisters were just so incredibly good to Chen Yuan that he could get away with any little lie. It wasn’t that they weren’t smart; they just trusted him too much and loved him too much.
"Chen, aren’t you feeling terrible? Where does it hurt?" Jiangg Ning asked softly, giving his brisk walk a strange look.
"Oh, right! It hurts so much... My stomach hurts, my back hurts, and my shoulders are really sore," Chen Yuan said, holding his breath to make his voice sound stuffy and nasal. "I think I’m catching a cold. My nose won’t stop running."
"Is it that bad?" She quickly came over and had Chen Yuan sit down. "Does your head hurt?"
"A little," Chen Yuan said, looking at Ningning’s slightly furrowed brow. Her eyes were filled with tenderness and concern, which instantly sparked his desire to perform. He whined, "I feel awful."
"Then lie down quickly and cover up. Really, if you have a cold, you should’ve said so sooner. I only brought the medicinal liquor, not any cold medicine. You’ll feel better once you take some... And put on more clothes! You’re still shirtless."
"I don’t need medicine. I don’t want any."
"If you’re not dizzy, it probably isn’t serious," Jiangg Ning urged him to lie down, but Chen Yuan refused. He just stared quietly at Ningning’s face for a moment. She grew shy under his gaze. "Why are you staring at me instead of lying down?"
"Ningning, you’re so gentle."
"Alright, I know. Just be a good boy when you’re sick, okay?"
Jiangg Ning ruffled his hair, her soft voice like she was cooing to a baby. She took the initiative to pull back the blanket, but halfway through, she realized Yaoyao was still lying on it, staring intently at her and Chen Yuan.
The sisters’ eyes met.
"Seriously, you two are kind of sweet together..." Jiangg Yao scratched her head. "But I also feel a little cheated on. This is such a weird feeling."
"Stop joking around. If you’re not going to lie down, then move. You’re sitting on the blanket, how is Chen supposed to lie down?"
"Fine. Young Master, come lie on my lap."
Jiangg Yao grabbed a pillow and propped it behind her back, then found the air conditioner remote and nudged the temperature up a bit. She guided Chen Yuan’s head to rest on her pale, supple thighs.