My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister

On the cloud-soft bed, Chen Yuan sat numbly at the foot, drenched in sweat as if he’d just been fished out of a bucket. The back of his pure white shirt was soaked through.

Jiang Yao’s head was completely off the pillow. She panted, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her beautiful hair was a mess, splayed out in every direction, and her delicate, pink neck was also slick with sweat.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was incredibly awkward and strange.

Only the soft pitter-patter of the endless rain outside the window, along with the rise and fall of their chests as they breathed, gave any indication that they were alive, and not just part of a still image.

Jiang Yao… had taken things too far.

Over the past ten-odd minutes, she hadn’t realized just how dangerous teasing her boyfriend could be. She made all sorts of inappropriate moves, one moment feigning cute innocence, the next using teasing words filled with Charm.

Her soft feet kept prodding him, and even after Chen Yuan warned her multiple times, she showed no signs of stopping. Instead, she’d pouted and said, “What’s wrong?” “I’m not doing anything.” “Why are you shaking all of a sudden?” “And why is your breathing so heavy…?”

After that, Chen Yuan, who was gradually losing control, had nearly scared her to death.

It was only then that she understood that when he pinned down her arms and legs, she had absolutely no way to resist.

Who knew her boyfriend, who didn’t even look that muscular, could be so strong!

Seeing things spiraling out of control, she could only sob and beg for mercy. She had no idea how long she pleaded before she finally managed to snap her boyfriend back to his senses.

Her voice was already choked with sobs as she cried out.

At first, it was as if Chen Yuan couldn’t hear her at all, which made her both anxious and terrified, and she began to regret taking things so far.

She had come so close to meeting her doom here tonight.

…

“HUUH… HUUH…”

Jiang Yao took several deep breaths to calm her frayed nerves. She sat up in bed, shakily propping herself up on one arm.

Now, the look she gave Chen Yuan was tinged with fear, but also the relief of having survived a disaster.

Yaoyao parted her lips and asked timidly, “Young Master… are… are you okay?”

“Let me cool down. Don’t get too close to me,” Chen Yuan said, waving her away and keeping his distance.

He was eighteen, after all, right at the peak of his vitality. In the past, as long as his girlfriend didn’t do anything too outrageous, he could rely on his self-control. But just now, with Jiang Yao prodding him with her feet…

She had crossed a line.

He had told her to stop multiple times, but she had only gotten bolder.

Chen Yuan couldn’t understand it either—why being prodded by her feet had sent such a maddening rush of excitement through him.

Fortunately, hearing the sob in Yaoyao’s voice had snapped him out of it just in time.

Jiang Yao was clearly stunned by his words. Her expression flickered, and after a moment, she said guiltily, “I didn’t think you’d react that strongly… I’m sorry.”

“I told you not to mess around with your feet,” Chen Yuan shot her a glare. “Whatever. I’m going to wash my face and cool down. You stay here by yourself for a bit.”

“Hey!? Don’t.” Jiang Yao suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

“What do you want now?”

“I… Why don’t we just watch the documentary together? I just want to stick close to you, I don’t want you to be far away…”

Jiang Yao gave him a pitiful look, biting her glossy lip and nervously tapping her index fingers together in front of her chest, the very picture of a well-behaved girl who knew she’d done wrong.

Her big eyes fluttered, her expression utterly sincere.

Chen Yuan, who had just wanted to be alone for a while, felt his heart soften at the sight.

Jiang Yao was simply too good at playing pitiful. He couldn’t help it; he was a total sucker for this kind of act.

“Then wait a moment. I really need to wash my face.”

“Nooo, let me come with you. I really don’t want to be alone. Just stay a little closer to me, please?” Jiang Yao scooted over, tugging on the hem of his shirt as she knelt on the bed.

No matter what Chen Yuan said, she refused to let go.

In the end, he could only give in and let the super-clingy Yaoyao follow him.

Under the soft light, she leaned against the doorframe, her hand resting on a nearby counter, watching Chen Yuan shyly. Wherever he moved, her gaze followed, glued to him without wavering for even a second.

The moment he finished washing up, Jiang Yao pounced. The sad look on her face was instantly replaced by a wide, silly grin as she threw her arms around his neck.

It was as if hugging him was the happiest thing in the world.

Chen Yuan had no choice but to half-drag her along, shuffling awkwardly back toward the bed. By the time they lay down, he was so tired that he already felt drowsy.

Just half an hour ago, he’d been full of energy.

It just went to show what a little tormentor Yaoyao could be.

She was definitely more of a handful than Ningning, but being with her had its own kind of fun. Chen Yuan was enjoying a feeling of both pain and pleasure.

He grabbed the laptop from the side and opened it.

After all the fuss, they finally started watching the documentary.

They leaned against the soft headboard with pillows tucked behind their necks. In the few seconds before the documentary started playing, Jiang Yao insisted that Chen Yuan had to hold her while they watched, or else she’d cause a scene. Chen Yuan quickly agreed and wrapped his arm around her, but then she complained that the position was uncomfortable, fussing and making him readjust his arm several times. This went on for quite a while.

Finally, they found the most comfortable position.

Then, not two minutes into the show…

Jiang Yao suddenly sat up, pulling out of his arms and looking off in another direction.

“What’s wrong?” Chen Yuan asked, bewildered.

“I want some coconut milk.”

“Ugh—”

‘It took us ten minutes of fussing just to lie down, and the second we do, you’re thirsty!’

‘Women! What kind of creatures are they?!’