Seeing the undisguised heat in Jian'an's eyes, Si Qing couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from stretching to her ears.
Even her breathing tasted sweet.
She took the initiative to slip her arms around his neck, burying her face in the hollow of Jiang Cheng's throat.
Sweet words—what woman doesn't love them?
Especially at a moment like this.
Clearly, they worked even better.
Maybe the halo of being twins added extra points; with such a simple movement Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a rush of heat.
After pulling back the sheet he saw the white bath towel already spread out again.
Seeing how thoroughly the Girl had prepared, Jiang Cheng began to follow the sequence step by step.
Yet the moment his manual skills launched he discovered Si Qing was already ready.
Noticing Jiang Cheng's startled stare at her fingers, Si Qing flushed. "I kept feeling strange over there; I couldn't control it…"
He had heard about the special telepathy from Si Nian moments ago, but feeling it firsthand still stunned Jiang Cheng.
It was simply… too convenient.
Consequently, the operation proceeded without a hitch—this matter had weighed on her for some time.
Now that the ritual was complete she didn't fret like Si Nian.
Instead she felt as though she'd accomplished a life milestone: relaxed and genuinely happy.
After washing up Jiang Cheng saw Si Qing still had no intention of moving, so he lay back down, pulled her close, and quietly studied the ceiling.
As Jiang Cheng absently patted her back,
Si Nian once again felt cherished.
Regulating her breathing, she murmured coyly, "I now think everything online is a lie…"
"Hmm?"
Meeting Jiang Cheng's gaze, Si Qing grinned mischievously. "I just timed it—thirty-odd minutes. Aren't they always saying five to ten?"
Jiang Cheng realized this Girl was getting sassy; previously she'd held back for fear Si Nian would discover them.
But now that everything was out in the open she'd clearly grown bolder.
"Spare me, I was talking nonsense… ahh, stop—Si Nian will be here any second."
Hearing that, Jiang Cheng loosened his grip and temporarily released her.
After a flurry of activity Jiang Cheng was one-hundred-percent certain of both Girls' feelings.
Right now they still couldn't accept exercising together, yet they tacitly allowed lying beside Jiang Cheng at the same time.
Jiang Cheng deliberately teased, "Let her come; it won't affect my performance…"
Seeing he looked ready for another round, Si Qing wriggled then didn't dare move again.
"Ah, I really can't—let me off, next time, okay?…"
He never planned to push things; after all, both Girls were rookies.
Once the tutorial was finished they needed time to buffer.
If he indulged only his own desire, their first memory would be nothing but pain.
As the saying goes: sometimes the money is there but the heart feels wronged.
He lacked nothing now; he only wanted to enjoy life and true love.
So Jiang Cheng wasn't in a hurry—where there's a mountain there's firewood.
He sighed theatrically. "Fine, I'll let you go—then when Si Nian arrives you can help hold her down…"
Si Qing gave a soft, flirtatious snort.
"Hmph—in your dreams!"
"Dreams are beautiful, so you'd better satisfy me…" He tightened his embrace as he spoke.
She was still sore.
If a quarrel brought a second injury it wouldn't be worth it.
With that thought Si Qing quickly freed herself and headed for the bathroom.
"Brute—I'm going to wash up…"
Watching her shuffle in with slow steps, Jiang Cheng said nothing more.
What good would pressing her do?
Some things can't be rushed.
As long as the two Girls didn't reject sharing the same space, slow and steady would win the race.
Once they were used to it, a pincer movement would be easy.
Like Qiao Yinyin and Bai Xiaoxiao—at first they resisted.
But after a few days they were even following each other on TikTok.
Although last time he'd used Boundless Feeding to coax them into sharing once,
there'd been a regret: while he held Qiao Yinyin, Bai Xiaoxiao had slipped away.
Still, he believed that with a few more joint arrangements they might not even need the skill.
He was determined to have those two.
After all, as twins they were closer than ordinary sisters.
Once the bathroom door shut Jiang Cheng picked up his phone again.
He skimmed Zhou Ying's message and replied.
"Are you flying back tomorrow?" he typed.
Zhou Ying: "Yeah, to take my mom to visit my grandma and dad for a couple days, then I'll be right back."
The words reminded Jiang Cheng of the sordid mess in Zhou Ying's birth family.
Such a fine Girl—he only wished he'd met her sooner.
Yet, had he met Zhou Ying back in high school, what could he have offered her then?
Jiang Cheng: "Tomorrow I'll arrange a private jet for you."
He still remembered the near-disaster on the last flight.
Though many women surrounded him, Zhou Ying held a special place in his heart.
Back in their first year she'd already come from a well-off home.
Even then she'd secretly taken photos of him.
That innocent, unmixed affection was rare.
Now worth tens of billions, he knew that even if he met true love again the context would be different.
Zhou Ying: "No need—I've bought my ticket; I'll just grab a cab to the airport."
Since arriving in Modu he'd only seen Zhou Ying once, and her message stirred a pang of guilt.
Instantly he turned domineering-CEO.
Jiang Cheng: "Do as I say—cancel it. I'll have someone file the flight plan right now."
Zhou Ying knew private jets couldn't just take off; approval usually took a week.
She didn't want to trouble him, yet the message still touched her.
Honestly, she wasn't naïve; when too many days passed without seeing him she worried and let her mind run wild.
But as long as Jiang Cheng treated her well, valued her, loved her, she would stay by his side.
Who told her to fall for a man who was anything but ordinary?
With her charm and clear-headed nature, if she'd loved an average man
her days would have been solid and warm.
With her looks and ability she'd never need to fear more outstanding women appearing.
More importantly, an ordinary man's world would revolve solely around her; she'd command every glance, never having to share the exclusive affection.
Unfortunately, the man she loved was anything but simple.