Chapter 122: This Is My Younger Sister, Tang Yunke

“Mom, is Baoshi really dead? I don’t want it to die…”

“Do I need surgery again? I don’t know if I can survive this time…”

“Tang Yunle, I don’t just want to be your good brother!”

Noisy voices echoed in his ears, sometimes near, sometimes far, like in a dream, where someone was vigorously slapping his face to wake him up, but he was very tired and didn’t want to wake.

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and Qin Liang vaguely saw two figures by his side.

—Extremely similar appearances, just one big and one small, the big one in black stockings, the small one in white stockings.

His barely opened eyelids were crushed again by heavy fatigue, forcing him to sleep once more.

But at that moment, a strong burning sensation suddenly surged in a certain spot on his chest, like a small flame leaping up, instantly dispelling the drowsiness clinging to his body.

The position where the pen was clipped.

Qin Liang gradually widened his eyes, his gaze finally focusing on the person grabbing his wrist, his pupils contracting sharply.

The surroundings were a void, with only the Lolita skirt’s layers fluttering, the lace edges gently swaying with the girl’s slight trembling movements, making those white-stocking-clad legs appear even more slender.

But what truly shocked his heart was that face— the same almond eyes, the same perky nose, even the slight downward curve of the lips was identical, clearly a miniaturized version of Tang Yunle.

“You…” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he had just uttered a word when he was coldly interrupted by the other party.

“Don’t speak, close your eyes, and soon I can take you back to the original world.” Tang Yunke’s voice was flat, but her eyes shone astonishingly bright.

“If you really have something to ask, ask my sister later; I’m not a Q&A machine.”

“Next, you should have a good sleep.”

As soon as the white-stocking beauty’s words fell, an irresistible wave of drowsiness swept over him, and Qin Liang only felt his vision go black, sinking into a deep sleep again.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when Qin Liang lifted his eyelids a crack, the glaring sunlight making him squint instinctively.

A familiar lemony freshness lingered at the tip of his nose, mixed with another sweet scent, two warm bodies pressed tightly against him, filling the bed completely, leaving no room to turn over.

Something heavy lay in his arms; he moved his arm, touching a piece of delicate fabric and warm, soft curves.

Something was also pressing against his front, a fluffy head rubbing against his chin, bringing a ticklish sensation.

“Ah Le…” His voice was hoarse, not fully escaped from the chaos, habitually murmuring.

Blearily opening his eyes, a section of white-stocking-clad leg suddenly flashed before him.

Qin Liang snapped awake halfway.

‘This isn’t Tang Yunle!’

He stiffly turned his eyes, looking down at his arms— black stockings wrapped around slender ankles, up the calves, to the familiar blue short skirt.

That face buried in his chest had long lashes, condensed.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if sleeping uneasily, her breath lightly brushing through his collar.

And pressing against him in front was clearly a white-stocking beauty with a face extremely similar to Tang Yunle’s, as if carved from the same mold.

She curled up her body, her small face rubbing into his neck, the Lolita skirt hem wrinkled and piled up, the white-stocking leg that had just flashed before his eyes now draped over his leg.

‘Two Tang Yunles?’

Qin Liang’s heartbeat skipped a beat; he tentatively raised his hand, his fingertip gently poking Tang Yunke’s cheek to test if it was real.

The soft, warm touch felt utterly real.

“Don’t mess around…” The girl’s voice carried a heavy nasal tone, mumbling unwillingly, her head burrowing deeper into his arms.

“Let me sleep a bit more…”

“I’m dead tired…”

Qin Liang froze in place, looking at the sleeping Tang Yunle in his arms, then at the white-stocking beauty clinging to him, feeling his temples throbbing.

Was he dreaming, or what?

Qin Liang pushed the Tang Yunle in his arms, then lightly patted the white-stocking girl in front, his voice still hoarse from not fully waking: “Wake up, wake up, Ah Le, and this little sister, wake up!”

Tang Yunle’s lashes trembled, and she opened her eyes first.

She blearily lifted her gaze, meeting Qin Liang’s probing eyes; just as she was about to speak, her sight swept over Tang Yunke in front of him, her eyes widening instantly, all sleepiness gone.

“You… how did you come here?! And sleeping in the same bed as us?”

Tang Yunke was woken up, humming discontentedly, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, the Lolita skirt slipping off her shoulder, revealing a small patch of fair skin.

“If I didn’t come, who would bring you back.”

“Then why are you sleeping in our bed?”

“Bringing you back was too tiring; I just collapsed and slept, and besides, brother-in-law, a grown man, doesn’t mind, so why are you being so nitpicky, sister.”

Their familiar back-and-forth conversation left Qin Liang even more confused; he interrupted them, pointing at Tang Yunke, then looking at Tang Yunle, his brows knotted: “You two…”

Tang Yunle stiffened all over, only then realizing there was an outsider present.

She gave Tang Yunke a questioning look of “Ah Liang can see you?”

Tang Yunke shrugged, though she didn’t answer, it explained everything.

Tang Yunle’s mouth twitched slightly.

Meeting Qin Liang’s puzzled and probing gaze, her eyes darted, suddenly switching to a giggling expression; she reached out and pulled Tang Yunke to her side, forcefully pressing their faces together.

“Oh dear, Ah Liang, I forgot to introduce you; this is my sister.”

“Oh, right, her leg shape is super suited for white stockings! Want to see her and me dance Extreme Paradise for you?”

As she spoke, she lifted her black-stocking-clad leg, gently hooking Tang Yunke’s white-stocking-clad calf, black silk rubbing against white silk, making faint rustling sounds.

Tang Yunle tried to use this trick to divert attention.

However, at this moment, the boy with ice-blue pupils had no interest in that, only thinking it was truly fragrant.

“Ah Le.” Qin Liang frowned slightly, his tone turning serious.

“Fine, fine, she is my sister. Think about it, you can possess a divine pen and control supernatural powers, so it’s normal for me to have a sister with supernatural powers too.”

Tang Yunle revealed partial information, while tilting her head, blinking, with an innocent expression.

Qin Liang looked at the scene before him— black silk intertwined with white silk, two almost identical faces close together, one acting cute and spoiled, the other looking impatient yet indulgent, feeling his temples throb even harder.

No need for intuition; based on their long interactions, he could tell Tang Yunle was lying, or more accurately, concealing some information.

“She is your sister.” He repeated those four words.

Tang Yunle immediately nodded vigorously, even pressing Tang Yunke’s face closer to hers, her voice sickly sweet: “Yes, yes, closer than a blood sister; she even has superpowers.”

“Let me introduce: she’s called Tang Yunke; my relationship with her is like Lu Mingfei and the little devil in Dragon Raja.”

“Yunke, quick, say hello.”

Tang Yunke’s cheek was nearly deformed from the pressing; she raised her hand to swat away Tang Yunle’s claw, lifting her chin at Qin Liang, her tone still reluctant.

“Brother-in-law, hello, I’m Tang Yunke.”

After saying that, she extended her hand to Qin Liang, opening her palm, blinking expectantly.