My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister - Chapter 294 199: Yaoyao, Bursting with Motherly Love

As his hand slid down toward her ankle—a sensitive spot, perhaps—the girl suddenly flinched away. After teetering on Chen Yuan’s back for a moment, she settled her feet on him again.

He heard a contented hum.

Her bare feet swayed gently, as if giving him a massage.

Each toe was like a small, plump, pink bun, pressing into the skin on his back. The sensation was wonderful—like the nodes on a back massager, only much softer.

It wasn’t that the bedroom was perfectly quiet, but the sounds were just white noise and didn’t disturb his rest.

The window must have been cracked open, because Chen Yuan could hear the sound of cars passing outside. Their tires hissed against the pavement, the sound approaching from a distance before fading away, only to be replaced by the next vehicle.

The last light of day had long since vanished, retreating swiftly. The entire city was now tightly enveloped in the night, and every light that shone from the skyscrapers was a warm pinprick, a balm against the loneliness of the darkness.

Chen Yuan lay sprawled on the bed. He wasn’t sleepy, but for some reason, he just wanted to keep his eyes closed, pressing his face into the soft pillow with just enough space to breathe. His hair was a tousled mess.

The blanket was soft, too, draped diagonally over one of his butt cheeks. The bed carried the milky scent of ripe cucumber, a lovely fragrance that had filled the air ever since the girl beside him had arrived. Chen Yuan breathed it in greedily. With every inhale and exhale, he didn’t need to open his eyes to know she was there; he could feel her presence with absolute certainty.

He’d been tired all day, surrounded by noise all day. The highways he’d traveled, the countless shouts—they all went WHOOSH, flying tens of thousands of light-years away. The full feeling in his stomach began to subside.

His awareness of his surroundings was magnified.

And yet, it was so quiet. ‘It’s like my very soul is at rest.’

‘From this moment on, I’ll become a tree. I’ll die right here and wait for a torrential downpour to make the seed sprout. Then, branches and leaves will grow out, and in the end, those wildly growing boughs will burst out of the bedroom, shattering the glass window to receive the sun’s embrace.’

‘In the end, the city itself will be gone, and the world will be covered in lush green plants. Winter will be over. Spring will have come.’

‘And she’ll be sitting on a branch, swinging her legs.’

‘She’ll still be quiet, as if completely unaware of the world’s transformation.’

There are always these profound moments in life, so abstract they defy description.

The last time he’d felt this comfortable, Chen Yuan thought, was back in middle school. It was the third day of summer vacation, and he was lazing in bed when a thunderstorm rolled in that afternoon.

Even though it was almost noon, the world outside was as dark as dusk. Ominous clouds had slowly blanketed the entire sky.

He hadn’t been sleepy then, either. Bored with his manga, he was just lying on his stomach, dozing.

He listened to the pitter-patter of the rain outside.

By then, Chen Yuan was in the middle of a growth spurt, and the narrow bed was getting too small for him; if he turned over, he’d fall off. Yet in this precarious situation, he lay perfectly still. On the other side of the living room, Mrs. Chen was preparing lunch.

He could smell his favorite meal—pork and cabbage stew with glass noodles—and the aroma of rice nearing doneness. The clatter of pots and pans sounded so near, yet so far away.

A cool breeze drifted in from the window, ruffling his hair.

That feeling back then… it was just like this.

…

“The Ultimate ‘Boy-Catcher’ Makeup Look! Just Three Easy Steps! Watch This Influencer Teach You How to Transform…”

RUSTLE, RUSTLE—

The girl rolled over, lying sideways across the bed as she held up her phone, studying it intently.

‘Boy-catcher? Who’s she trying to catch?’

Chen Yuan tilted his head slightly to get a look. Jiang Yao was lying sideways, her hair spilling over the edge of the bed. She wore an especially loose T-shirt, and based on the print, it was probably from some anime. He couldn’t see if she was wearing any pants… which left a lot to the imagination.

And how intently was she watching?

She looked like she wanted to crawl right into the screen.

The rise and fall of her chest obscured her face in profile, giving her a surprisingly mature allure.

“What are you watching?”

His sudden question made Jiang Yao look up. She brushed her hair back and glanced at him, a sweet smile blossoming on her face.

“You’re awake?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m on Xiaohongshu, watching makeup influencers.”

“That’s not right. I definitely heard something about a tutorial, and transforming. What are you, Ultraman?” His voice was languid and listless.

“That’s just their marketing jargon. It sounds super cringey, but the makeup looks they teach are really pretty.”

“How pretty?”

“Here~”

Jiang Yao scooted closer and held the phone in front of his face. An image of a girl with curled hair and a touch of blush came into view.

“What? She’s not even that pretty. Not innocent, not seductive… just looks like a cookie-cutter influencer.”

“You’re pretty picky, aren’t you? Fine, I’ll show you some others.”

Jiang Yao shifted over naturally and wrapped her arms around his neck. As she did, a pair of soft mounds pressed against him. She swiped through her phone screen to share other videos with Chen Yuan, oblivious to the fact that his attention had been completely diverted.

‘When did they get so big?’

Chen Yuan was completely stunned. ‘It’s not like I haven’t copped a feel before,’ he thought. ‘But it didn’t feel like this. Is there really that much of a difference between touching them with my hands and feeling them against my body?’

Jiang Yao was still chattering away, “Look at this one,” “And this,” “Isn’t she pretty?”

“Nope, not pretty. None of them are.”

Chen Yuan answered distractedly.

“Why are you squirming? That tickles.”

Jiang Yao giggled at his attempt to sit up, then reached out to scratch her shoulder. As she did, a black strap peeked out from the collar of her loose T-shirt, pressing into her smooth skin. Chen Yuan took one look and swallowed hard.