My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister - Chapter 105 - 75: Bear Panties, Jiangg Ning’s First Clue

Chapter 105: Chapter 75: Bear Panties, Jiangg Ning’s First Clue

In the dim room, Jiangg Yao was curled up in Chen Yuan’s arms like a kitten, clearly in a deep sleep. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, her breathing peaceful.

She wore very little, the fabric just enough to cover the essentials, leaving large expanses of her fair skin exposed.

Perhaps because of her cold, she was sweating a little, and her skin felt slightly sticky.

Chen Yuan felt it as he held her.

Thankfully, a blanket covered them, or he wouldn’t have been able to sleep. At first, even without looking, Chen Yuan found the mere act of holding her almost unbearable. When two people lie together, physical contact is inevitable.

Besides, her skin was as smooth as silk.

The constant friction was agonizing.

But he gradually realized that Jiangg Yao must have been truly exhausted. Soon, the arms she had wrapped around him went still, and she fell fast asleep.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes and calmed his mind for a moment before he managed to pull himself out of that awkward, tense state.

He couldn’t help but lower his head and gaze at Jiangg Yao. Her face, though a little pale, was still beautiful with her eyes closed. Her trembling eyelashes only enhanced her fragile, pitiable state as she lay sick.

He could clearly feel the soft roundness pressing against his arm.

’This must be what they call a painful pleasure.’

A pleasant fragrance from her body lingered in the air. Chen Yuan studied her for a long moment, just watching her in silence.

Before long, he closed his eyes too, as the drowsiness from his full stomach began to wash over him.

…

When Chen Yuan awoke, three hours had already passed.

He felt completely rested. His eyes snapped open, and he stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment as consciousness slowly trickled back into his mind.

He could feel warm breath by his ear.

A few strands of hair had even fallen across his cheek. Chen Yuan suddenly felt a tickle and reflexively reached up to scratch it.

That’s when it hit him. ’Oh, right. Jiangg Yao is in my bed.’

Then, everything that happened that morning—including her cold—came rushing back, jolting him fully awake.

The room, unlit and with the curtains drawn, was a little stuffy. The first thing he noticed upon waking was how parched his mouth was. His throat felt like a dried-up riverbed, so dry it was hard to swallow.

Chen Yuan glanced carefully at Jiangg Yao. She was still fast asleep, but her brows were knitted as if she were tormented by her dreams. Her lips were also pursed in a slight pout, as if she were sulking.

Not wanting to wake Jiangg Yao, he painstakingly tried to move his arm, which had gone completely numb. It felt useless, like a crippled limb.

It took a great deal of effort, but he finally managed to slip out of her embrace.

He quietly slipped on his slippers and stepped out into the living room, not forgetting to pull the door closed behind him. Only then could he move about freely.

He grabbed the water from the coffee table and took several huge gulps. GULP. GULP.

Afterward, he refilled the glass and took it back to the bedroom, placing it on the nightstand for Jiangg Yao in case she was also thirsty when she woke up.

Chen Yuan washed his face and went into the study. He felt well-rested and full of energy. ’Might as well finish all of last week’s homework now,’ he thought, ’and get it out of the way.’

He got right to work.

Before long, he was completely in the zone, his pen moving nonstop across the paper.

Another hour passed, and Jiangg Yao still hadn’t woken up.

After concentrating for so long, Chen Yuan finally looked up, his eyes feeling strained. He rubbed them and reached for his phone.

After a moment’s hesitation, he opened his chat with Jiang Zhengfeng.

He saw a few messages from several days ago, sitting there unanswered.

Chen Yuan suddenly felt a pang of guilt. It was his own father, after all. Ignoring his messages felt wrong.

He typed out a reply in the chat box, but then deleted it.

Instead, he decided to call Jiang Zhengfeng.

…

“Hello?” The voice on the other end was surprised, clearly not expecting his call. “Did something happen, Son?”

“N-no… Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to call.”

“Oh, I see.”

After just three short exchanges, they fell into a particularly awkward silence. Neither of them knew what to say.

They both had so much they wanted to say, but the words just wouldn’t come out.

Chen Yuan was the one to finally break the awkward silence. “I saw your messages from the other day,” he said. “Uh… I forgot to reply. I’m doing fine in my new rental apartment. It has everything I need.”

“That’s a relief to hear. I was worried you wouldn’t be able to take care of yourself living alone.” Jiang Zhengfeng sounded overjoyed, and his tone softened. He seemed to hesitate, choosing his words with care before continuing softly, “But now I see there was no need to worry. You’re my son, after all… Of course you’re capable of that much.”

’Of course I am! I’m not some book-smart idiot who can’t take care of himself.’

’In fact, not only can I take care of myself, I can take care of my girlfriend, too.’

At that thought, he glanced toward the bedroom, where the incredibly beautiful Jiangg Yao was sleeping soundly, all bundled up in the warm blankets.

“Dad, you take care of yourself, too,” Chen Yuan forced himself to say. He felt an indescribable awkwardness; that simple, common expression of concern made him unconsciously clench his fists.

Throughout Chinese history, under the influence of Confucianism, expressions of emotion have always tended to be more polite and reserved.

Direct expressions of feeling are, in fact, quite rare.

Chen Yuan wasn’t the type to accept concern without offering any in return. Deep down, he knew that Jiang Zhengfeng was very good to him.