My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister - Chapter 304 - 203: H... Husband, I Was Wrong

Downstairs from the apartment complex, the last shop across from Fengting Street closed its doors.

The shop owner saw off her last haircut customer.

A long-haired girl in a fleece-lined sweatshirt carried a dustpan full of trash to the entrance, emptied it into a cardboard box, and gave the pan a few taps.

A glowing, striped barber’s pole spun above her head.

SNAP—

The shop’s lights went out. The beautiful manager, a hairpin securing her hair, locked the door. Afterward, the entire street sank into a deep silence.

Not a single bug buzzed beneath the streetlights.

Only a bleak, cold wind swept through.

…

CLICK—

On the thirteenth floor of a building on this street, dozens of meters up, a balcony light suddenly switched on.

Jiangg Yao took a bath towel from the drying rack and minced her way to the bathroom door, her long, smooth calves in motion.

Even though it was winter, she wore shorts that barely covered her rear. At 1.71 meters tall, her legs made up the better half of her height. The smoothness of her calves, the gentle curve of her thighs, her fair complexion, the tautness of her skin—every aspect was simply impeccable.

A careful observer could even admire the elegant arches of her feet.

Having grown up in Mingzhu City, the two sisters stood out, if for nothing else, for their height. They had already seemed far more mature than their peers in middle school. While most girls stopped growing around 1.60 meters, they experienced yet another growth spurt.

Thus, based on their physical attributes alone, Ningning and Yaoyao were in a class of their own.

It was no wonder their standards had always been sky-high, and neither had ever had a boyfriend.

Just then, Jiangg Yao ran to the bathroom door and hung the bath towel on the knob. “You can grab it yourself in a bit,” she mumbled, her words indistinct.

“Got it.”

Chen Yuan’s voice came back, sounding a bit hollow from the small bathroom.

She was mumbling because she had a toothbrush in her mouth, her lips still coated in a layer of foamy toothpaste.

A moment ago—perhaps because Chen Yuan had finally shaken off his gloom, or perhaps because he needed to soothe his wounded soul after a day of cycling through happiness, dejection, sorrow, and a final glimpse of hope…

Therefore, in the dim bedroom, Yaoyao had done her best, diligently following the “Young Master’s” instructions to learn how to please him. It wasn’t as if she’d never seen such things in anime, but what looked simple in theory often proved incredibly difficult in practice.

It would take a lot of practice to find that delicate balance.

She could only try to get a feel for it, making all sorts of mistakes along the way. Fortunately, she eventually caught up to Ningning’s level.

The process was a bit brutal.

And a little humiliating.

’But I was so incredibly excited!’

’Why did I find it so interesting to be treated a little roughly by the Young Master???’

As Jiangg Yao’s thoughts wandered, her face began to flush. ’I’m a little weird,’ she thought, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on why. ’Shouldn’t gentle, romantic things be more attractive? But for some reason, I find the not-so-gentle Young Master even more appealing.’

But thoughts were one thing, and physical sensations another.

This time, she hadn’t found it particularly fun. She was brushing her teeth vigorously to get rid of the discomfort. She had already brushed twice, and only now was the soreness beginning to fade.

The main issue was that while Chen Yuan himself wasn’t a particularly large person, certain parts of him were… exceptionally gifted. And it even seemed to happen in stages.

Thinking back on it now still made her a little scared.

To Yaoyao, this “exceptional gift” was nothing to celebrate. On the contrary, for someone with zero experience, it was downright terrifying.

As someone who was all talk, her fear far outweighed her curiosity. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have stopped at the very last second so many times before.

Perhaps every girl has a barrier in her heart. This subconscious desire for self-preservation isn’t some switch that can be flipped in an instant, sending you to heaven or hell. It’s a barrier a thousand feet high, one that can only be melted by enduring love.

As for whether to treat that self-preservation as a lifelong principle, well, that was another matter entirely.

In this age of rampant materialism, girls like her and Ningning were a minority, after all.

GUSH—

Clear water poured from the faucet. Jiangg Yao cupped it in her hands and splashed it on her face. The coolness of the water calmed the agitation stirred up by her jumbled thoughts.

Droplets of water slid down the soft line of her jaw, seeping into her loose shirt.

A trickle of water traced a path across her fair collarbones. Jiangg Yao wiped it away before fixing her hair in the mirror.

She puffed out her cheeks, first left then right, as she rinsed her mouth.

The sound of the shower in the bathroom stopped abruptly.

The doorknob turned, and Chen Yuan walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist and steam still rising from his shoulders.

“Brr— It’s a little cold.”

Jiangg Yao, who had just taken another mouthful of water to rinse, turned her head and mumbled through puffed cheeks, “Mmm-hmm-hm-hmmm!”

“What was that?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Leaning against the doorframe, Chen Yuan watched her with an amused smile. With her cheeks puffed out, she looked just like a little hamster.

The light above the sink was bright, shining down and illuminating every strand of her hair, even casting a sheen over her eyelashes.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Yaoyao, who had been about to spit out the water, turned to look at him.

’Everyone says guys look a little more handsome after a shower, and Chen Yuan, standing there casually shirtless, definitely had a certain charm. His complexion was a bit different from the typical northern university student—quite fair, actually. His pecs and six-pack were perfectly proportioned, and he had distinct collarbones… with a mole right below them.’

Jiangg Yao realized she’d never noticed that mole before; it was only visible now under the bright light.

She reached out to touch it.

But Chen Yuan flinched away.

SQUEAK! Her fingers pinched his nipple instead.

“Are you crazy!?” He slapped her hand away, his eyes wide.

PFFFT—

Yaoyao sprayed the water out of her mouth, unable to hold back. She clapped a hand over her mouth and doubled over, convulsed with laughter.

“Why did you dodge? I just wanted to see your mole, it’s actually kind of cute… Hehe,” she said through her giggles.

“You little pervert. Making excuses again.”

“Pervert? Who are you calling a pervert?” Jiangg Yao’s lovely eyebrows knitted together as she narrowed her eyes. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“I’m done talking to you. It’s cold, so I’m heading to the bedroom.”

“Hey, don’t go!”

Jiangg Yao grabbed the towel wrapped around his waist, whispering theatrically, “Don’t be scared, big brother. I’m not gonna do anything to you.”

“Get away from me.”

“Fine. Just let me touch your butt, and I’ll let you go.”

“You’ve really got a death wish. You’re getting more and more shameless these days.”

“Oh? Still won’t let me? Please, you’re just playing hard to get. It should be an honor for you to let me touch your butt—Ah!”

Before she could finish, Jiangg Yao let out a shriek.

Chen Yuan had hooked one arm around her neck and the other under her knees. With a slight effort, he swept her off her feet, and she suddenly felt weightless.

Her arms flailed in the air, finding nothing to grab onto.

For an instant, she had the distinct feeling she was about to be dropped on the hard floor.

“I’m gonna fall! Waaah…” she cried out in a panic.

Young women often completely underestimate a man’s strength. A guy Chen Yuan’s age, though lean, was in his physical prime.

It was no exaggeration to say that given Yaoyao’s and Ningning’s weight, he could probably carry one in each arm without breaking a sweat.

“Learned your lesson?”

“I was wrong! I was really wrong! Put me down… I’m gonna fall!”

“Not sincere enough.”

Watching Jiangg Yao’s pretty face turn pale with fright, Chen Yuan felt only one thing: pure amusement.

This highlighted the biggest difference in how he interacted with the two of them. Because Yaoyao was so vivacious, they could joke around and be as spontaneous as they wanted.

If it had been Jiangg Ning, he would never have dared.

He was pretty sure a single glare from his dear Ning would have had him on his knees.

“Young Master, I was wrong.”

“Still not good enough.”

“Big brother… I was wrong.”

“Almost there.”

“Then…” Jiangg Yao swallowed hard, biting her lip as her eyes darted away. “Hub… Hubby, I was wrong.”

’A wave of pure satisfaction washed over Chen Yuan. This was the first time Yaoyao had ever called him hubby.’

’That shy, bashful look… So freaking cute.’

He started carrying Jiangg Yao toward the bedroom to rest.

“Hey!? I’m still holding my toothbrush!”

“Gimme,” Chen Yuan said, shifting his grip to support her rear with one forearm. He took the toothbrush with his free hand, tossed it into its cup, and said, “Come on, time for beddy-bye.”

But being supported by only one arm made Jiangg Yao even more frightened.

The rosy color drained from her cheeks, leaving them pale. This time, she really felt like she was about to take a tumble.

…

“Hubby~ You’re so manly!”

Jiangg Yao traced circles on his stomach with a finger, teasing him with feigned adoration.

The bedroom was dark, all the lights extinguished.

Chen Yuan shot her a sidelong glance and whispered, “Enough of that. Go to sleep.”

After their bout of intimacy, it was already midnight.

He had important business to attend to tomorrow, and all he wanted to do now was close his eyes and rest.

“Okay, okay, sleepy time.”

Jiangg Yao pulled his hand toward her, extended her long legs… then bent her knees, snuggled close, nestled her head on his shoulder, planted a quick kiss on him, and closed her eyes.

The whole sequence was a single, fluid motion.

It was her standard nightly procedure from back when she used to treat Ningning as her human-sized body pillow.

Minus the kiss, of course. That part was an added bonus just for Chen Yuan.

The night was a hazy blur.

All was quiet outside.

Save for the occasional taxi, its bright headlights cutting through the darkness as it searched for late-night fares, the streets below were empty of people.

Inside the spring-warm room, all conversation ceased.

There was only the sound of tranquil breathing.

He smelled the sweet, fresh scent wafting from Yaoyao beside him, felt the warmth of the covers, and occasionally heard the wind moaning outside the window.

Sleepiness had been starting to wash over him.

But a thought suddenly struck Chen Yuan. ’Professor Fu said that multiple personalities usually only develop after a person suffers some major trauma or upheaval, and that the chances of it happening to an ordinary person are minuscule.’

’From that perspective, Jiangg hiding her family situation probably wasn’t intentional.’

’Maybe she had some compelling reason she couldn’t speak of. Or maybe she was afraid that if she told me, I’d see her differently, and it would create a rift between us.’

’Just looking at the behavior of my future mother-in-law, Jiangg Ruxue… even if Jiangg’s family background is good, it’s hard to say her actual circumstances are.’

’Should he seek out Jiangg Ruxue? She also knew about Jiangg’s disorder. If he asked her, he might be able to find out who the host personality was—Ningning or Yaoyao.’

’But her attitude last time… ’

’If I met with her and revealed that I’m her future son-in-law, the scene would be…’

Under the covers, Chen Yuan’s toes curled tightly.

’Just how awkward would that be?’