Before you've experienced it, you can stay innocent, without a single desire stirring.
But once you have...
Especially at night, when a mere thought—or catching a suggestive glimpse—
Or hearing an explosive voice message like just now—
Your body and mind flip upside-down.
This isn't just true for guys; girls are the same.
Even from the standpoint of human survival and reproduction,
Women bear far heavier responsibility in this than men.
After all, a man only needs to be ruthless for that hour or two.
But a girl pays the steep price afterward—nine months of pregnancy.
Yet precisely because of that, under the surge of hormones,
A woman's need in this area is no weaker than a man's.
Xia Meng clamped a hand over her mouth, as if to trap any sound inside.
But moments later, driven by an invisible force, she drifted toward the bedroom door again.
She eased it open a narrow crack.
That familiar, heart-racing sound flooded through the gap like a tide.
In an instant, Jiang Cheng's breathtakingly handsome face and tall, sheltering frame filled her mind.
Lost in the fantasy, she couldn't pull herself free.
She closed her beautiful eyes, overcome.
Biting her lip, she stifled any moan.
Her hands, as if no longer hers, wrapped tight around her slender body.
Imagining the one with Jiang Cheng right then was her...
The next morning, after a quick breakfast, Jiang Cheng took Xia Meng back to her apartment.
Then he headed straight for the Drama Academy.
When he arrived, Si Qing and Si Nian were already waiting by the gate, each beside a suitcase.
It was the first time he'd seen the Twin Sisters standing together so perfectly.
Both wore black down jackets, wrapped up tight.
Hair cascaded over their shoulders in soft waves, playful and glossy.
Their faces were mirror images—same delicate features, same fair skin, even the same bright, clever glint in their eyes.
Looking at the two identical faces, joy welled up in him, impossible to describe.
It rivaled the thrill of last night's back-to-back indulgence with the Xia sisters.
Judging by Xia Meng and Xiao Xia's behavior this morning, Jiang Cheng felt sure
That flying wing-to-wing wasn't far off.
He stepped out of the car and walked toward the twins with a smile.
Seeing him approach, Si Nian and Si Qing exchanged a glance.
In perfect sync they curved their lips in a sly, wicked smile.
The pair stood motionless, two beautiful statues, watching Jiang Cheng draw nearer.
He looked them over—identical outfits, even the same lipstick shade—and rubbed his forehead with a laugh. "Didn't we agree on wechat you'd dress differently so I could tell you apart?"
Instead of answering, Si Nian on the right batted her lashes and copied Si Qing's sweet, coy tone.
She asked playfully, "Guess which of us is which?"
Honestly, without the Character Scanning System, just using his eyes,
Jiang Cheng couldn't possibly tell.
But under the system's scan he knew at once the speaker was Si Nian.
Still, he couldn't reveal he could distinguish them.
He put on a baffled look, pretended to ponder for ages, then drawled,
"Hmm... let me think! Ah, I'd say you're Si Qing—am I right?"
Hearing his wrong answer, the two exchanged another glance.
Then Si Qing, who'd stayed silent, asked, "You really think she's Si Qing? You sure?"
Their tones and expressions were indistinguishable; Jiang Cheng feigned a headache. "Come on, you two are toxic. How am I supposed to tell? But I still say you're Si Qing and you're Si Nian."
He nodded with mock confidence.
Seeing his helpless look, the twins burst out laughing in unison.
They'd agreed beforehand: whatever he guessed, they'd become.
Now that he'd mistaken Si Nian for Si Qing,
Si Nian rolled her eyes, slipped into character, and mimicked Si Qing's every gesture.
She lifted her chin slightly, smiled, and said coquettishly,
"Not bad—at home even our parents can't tell us apart."
Beside them, Wang Sheng silently took their suitcases and loaded them into the trunk.
The girls thanked him; then Jiang Cheng noticed Si Nian heading for the front passenger seat.
Was she still playing Si Qing?
He glanced toward Si Qing.
Sure enough, Si Qing casually moved toward the back seat.
A face-to-face swap game?
This exciting?
If it was this thrilling, he could be forgiven for mixing them up.
Though he'd already been intimate with Si Qing that night,
In the twins' minds Si Nian was his official girlfriend.
And Si Qing wasn't ready to step into the spotlight.
Since Si Nian was his girlfriend, putting an arm around her was fair game.
Once inside the car Jiang Cheng slid an arm around Si Qing's slim waist, leaned in, and murmured, "What do you want for lunch?"
Feeling his arm, Si Qing glanced at Si Nian in the front; seeing no reaction,
She smiled sweetly and raised her voice, "We already decided—Korean barbecue rice bowls. Sound good? If not we can pick something else."
Jiang Cheng wasn't picky about food.
Since the girls insisted on treating him, he let them choose.
He shrugged. "I'm easy; eating with you, anything's fine."
From the front, Si Nian imitated Si Qing's jealous tone: "Eww, you two are so sappy..."