He lay as stiff as a board. Normally, this would be the happiest ti of day for him. The day's hustle and bustle was over, and he had his soft, warm girlfriend by his side... But Chen Yuan couldn't feel happy at all. His spirits were incredibly low.
He couldn't stop thinking about the issue with her personalities. But thinking about it brought no answers, only anxiety and restlessness.
As for this impossible choice, it wasn't just that he couldn't figure it out now—he feared that even if he were given months or years, he still wouldn't be able to make a decision.
He couldn't accept losing either of them.
He couldn't help but think of Ningning's gentle and pure appearance, that aura of hers, like moonlight on fine gauze... If he could never see her again...
Chen Yuan felt as if his heart was being squeezed, the pain so great it was suffocating.
The last ti he went to Bauhinia Company, he'd gotten Professor Fu's contact information. He had just sent him a ssage asking for help.
Maybe it was too late, or maybe the professor was busy. He hadn't replied yet.
Chen Yuan waited anxiously.
He couldn't stop himself from imagining, if there was just a sliver of a chance...
Miracles happen in this world, don't they? As long as there was even a little hope, he was willing to do everything in his power to find it.
...
Beside him, Jiang Yao seed completely unaware of his dejection. She just hugged Chen Yuan tightly, her hand resting on his chest.
As long as she was lying next to Chen Yuan, she felt completely secure.
'It would be best if I could fall asleep like this every night.'
"Did you have fun with Ningning today?" Jiang Yao asked abruptly.
"It was okay," he answered listlessly.
"Who do you love more, Ningning or ?"
"Here we go again. I don't love either of you, okay? ...You're both so annoying."
Seeing that Chen Yuan wasn't in the mood to be pleasant, Jiang Yao's eyes darted, and she changed the subject.
"Then what stage have you and Ningning reached? That should be an easy question, right?"
"I don't know."
"Answer properly. Why are you being so difficult today!" Jiang Yao pinched the soft flesh of his waist.
"Hiss— What stage have we reached? Don't tell you're jealous about this too... You two share the sa body, there's no difference."
"What does the body have to do with it? I'm talking about emotional progress."
"Emotional progress... It's okay."
Chen Yuan thought back for a mont. From their first walk by the river until now, his relationship with Ningning had progressed incredibly fast, as if the two of them were a match made in heaven. They'd only had one major conflict, and after the argunt, their bond had grown even stronger.
It felt like they had entered a new stage.
He recalled when they were eating barbecue, when Ningning leaned against him and sang gently... A smile involuntarily touched his lips.
But when Chen Yuan ca back to his senses, he caught Jiang Yao's scrutinizing gaze.
He quickly wiped the smile off his face.
'Please don't push this topic further... Otherwise, tonight will be another sleepless night of arguing.'
Honestly, being this kind of boyfriend was exhausting for Chen Yuan. He used to think that dating in this "two girlfriends" mode was painful, with the two personalities switching back and forth.
They were even jealous of each other.
He had to be so careful because of it.
But now that her condition might be cured, forcing him to lose one of them, he was in even more pain.
Chen Yuan sighed inwardly.
He would rather continue this suffering than see either of them disappear.
Few ordinary people would have the courage to accept the sorrow of losing a loved one forever, let alone soone at his tender age.
The bedroom was silent.
Outside, the traffic bustled, and the city lights were just beginning to glow.
He lay with a heart full of apprehension, huddled with Jiang Yao under the small blanket, feeling their shared body heat. The atmosphere was so warm and tender. It made one want to stop ti forever in this mont and escape the painful separation to co.
But the clock went TICK-TOCK, and ti flowed on, second by second.
It was ultimately unavoidable, which only made his anxiety more unbearable.
...
「A mont later.」
"From the sound of it, you've also made so progress on the physical side, huh?" Jiang Yao pouted, looking like she had seen through everything.
"No."
"You're lying again. You can't fool ."
"Fine, a little."
"A little? What exactly do you an by 'a little'?"
Jiang Yao's eyes narrowed instantly, a sour feeling welling up inside her.
'So, Ningning,' she thought, 'you looked so innocent, but you're playing these gas with Chen Yuan behind my back? And here I thought I was way ahead in that departnt.'
'Looks like I underestimated Ningning.'
Because of that underestimation, she hadn't even actively tried to find out if the two had done anything... intimate.
'Don't tell I've fallen behind on that front too!'
Yaoyao's eyes slowly widened in disbelief.
'In war, the greatest advantage that leads to victory is always intelligence.'
'I need to do so proper reconnaissance right now!'
'I can't get it out of Ningning, but Chen Yuan is easy. I can just trick him a little and he'll spill everything.'
'I have a hundred... no, a thousand ways to make Chen Yuan talk!'
"'A little.' As in, a dot. From Wang Xizhi's *Comntary on Lady Wei's Brush Stroke Diagram*: 'Every dot should be like a rock falling from a high peak.' By definition, it's a type of brushstroke in Chinese characters, but it can also denote a small or indeterminate quantity..."
SLAP!
Chen Yuan wasn't finished speaking when an utterly unimpressed Jiang Yao slapped him on the chest.
"Do you think I'm quizzing you on literature?"
"Is it a math test, then?"
"Playing dumb, are we? Yaoyao's going to punish you!"
Jiang Yao's pale arm moved down from his neck, reaching for his waist.
Chen Yuan felt a tickle at his waist and reflexively scooted away to dodge, but Yaoyao's hand followed him like a shadow, landing precisely on the most sensitive, ticklish spot on his side.
"AHAHAHA— Stop tickling , I can't handle it there— HAHAHAHA."
He clutched the blanket, trying to escape her demonic clutches, but his laughter stopped abruptly when he retreated to the edge of the bed.
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