Chapter 163: The Split

Ye Qing felt exposed under that stare, instinctively shrinking back.

Seeing this, System Ye Qing pressed her advantage, her tone still utterly flat:

“So, the facts are clear. When you made that wish, this is what you subconsciously wanted, but you stubbornly refuse to admit it…”

Ye Qing blushed crimson, rare for her to interrupt someone:

“Even if you say that…”

But System Ye Qing had no intention of stopping. After all, she had no sense of shame, nor did she worry that Ye Qing might do something rash out of embarrassment.

“You’re always like this—getting close to them with an irresponsible attitude, maintaining a precarious intimacy, and then putting up a front of rejection the moment you realize you might be abandoned.”

Ye Qing’s face was now completely red, but she had no retort. System Ye Qing simply spread her hands calmly.

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“You must know very well what it feels like when someone rubs a cream cake against your lips, smearing cream all over your mouth, but refuses to let you have a single bite.”

The female-bodied System Ye Qing—the so-called ‘little cake’—stood right in front of her, her delicate waist slender enough to hold, her cute face as small as a cat’s.

She was as tempting as she described, yet she spoke with a cold, aloof tone, radiating an air of ‘keep away.’

‘So this is how they see me usually?’

Ye Qing swallowed hard, not daring to meet System Ye Qing’s eyes, while the other continued relentlessly.

“And not only that, you keep flirting without any guilt. You’re a terrible tease. Someone like you needs to be dealt with by force.”

Being scolded mercilessly, Ye Qing wanted to cry but had no tears. She couldn’t help but grab System Ye Qing’s hand.

‘Stop talking. If you keep going, I’ll really cry.’

“But by now, the rice should already be cooked. Just to be safe, I can’t let you leave yet.”

Ye Qing was stunned. A bad feeling welled up inside her.

“What rice? You don’t mean…”

“Exactly what you’re thinking.”

At that, Ye Qing’s face went pale. Although she couldn’t feel her body, she could already sense what was happening in reality.

‘Well, it is a part of me, after all. How cruel of me…’

“But that’s not enough. I need to confirm your attitude.”

System Ye Qing gently shook off Ye Qing’s hand, her eyes calm as still water.

“I’m sure Ye Yu’s attachment to you is romantic. But you’re different. From your form in the dream, I can see you’re still stubbornly hiding behind the shell of ‘brother.’ That won’t do. When you wake up, you’ll say something to hurt Ye Yu.”

Then, as Ye Qing stared dumbfounded, the black-haired girl stepped close and grabbed his hand.

“So, let’s play a game. In this dream, time is stretched, so I have plenty of time to slowly peel off that annoying snail shell.”

The moment she touched him, a strange sensation spread through Ye Qing. The world seemed to split in two—vision, mind, and senses.

In the extra field of vision, there he himself was—that familiar yet unfamiliar black-haired youth.

“Now, you need to play both Ye Yu’s lover and brother at the same time. It might be hard to adapt, but you have to make a choice. Eventually, the surplus identity will be erased.”

Ye Qing’s pupils briefly lost focus. Receiving and controlling two bodies’ information at once was difficult; he/she couldn’t concentrate.

“This division is just to help you understand yourself better. As a product of your wish, trust that I won’t harm you. But this process may not be pleasant. I just hope it goes smoothly.”

With that, the voice vanished without a trace, leaving only a male and a female Ye Qing in the living room, supporting each other, panting heavily.

Just then, Ye Yu, wearing an apron, poked her head out from the kitchen.

“Brother, do you want…”

Seeing the mess before her, Ye Yu stopped thinking. Then Ye Qing heard hurried footsteps coming up behind him.

“Xiao Qing, what are you doing?!”

(For convenience, the female Ye Qing will be called Xiao Qing.)

Ye Yu angrily grabbed Xiao Qing’s ear and gave it a twist, making her yelp and cover it with her hand, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. But still not used to control, the excuse came out of Xiao Qing’s mouth.

“Wait, it’s an accident, an accident…”

Feeling Ye Yu’s gaze suddenly fall on him—sharp as a needle, mixed with reproach—Ye Qing broke out in a cold sweat, his voice choked as if strangled.

Xiao Qing’s ear was still pinched in Ye Yu’s hand, sharp pain pulsing. After a long while, she finally adapted and pleaded, “Xiao Yu, I just accidentally slipped. Really.”

The speaker meant nothing, but the listener took it to heart. Hearing his own words from an outsider’s perspective for the first time, Ye Qing felt embarrassed.

‘That’s really a scumbag’s rhetoric…’

After a long soothing, Ye Yu finally calmed down. Hands on her hips, brows raised, she looked at the two who were as meek as quails.

“Seems like you two aren’t just alike in name; your personalities match too. Makes me feel a bit redundant.”

Both shook their heads in unison, as if rehearsed. The comical reaction made Ye Yu laugh.

“Alright, I just came to ask: Brother, do you like canned food?”

Ye Qing nodded blankly. He had never been picky about food.

Seeing this, Ye Yu turned to go back to the kitchen, but her gaze casually fell on Xiao Qing. She shot her a look, as if hinting at something.

But unfortunately, it was a blockhead controlling Xiao Qing. So by the time Ye Yu was halfway into the kitchen, Xiao Qing was still sitting there like an idle game character. Ye Yu pouted in dissatisfaction, came back, and grabbed her collar.

“Seeing me cook alone and not giving a hand? I hinted so obviously. Are you a blockhead? You’re just like my brother… Come here.”

Ye Yu whispered in Xiao Qing’s ear, like a lover’s intimate talk.

She was clearly throwing a tantrum, but she deliberately lowered her voice so Ye Qing couldn’t hear. However, since they shared senses, the words reached Ye Qing’s ears anyway.

Hearing that, Ye Qing was about to get up to help, but Ye Yu noticed and pushed him back into his seat.

“Brother, don’t worry. Over in Mozhou, I’ve been the one in charge. You should be proud—your dear little sister has grown up.”

Trapped on the sofa by these words, Ye Qing felt lost, the strength to stand up gone.

‘Proud?’

‘Maybe I should be, but why does it hurt so much I can’t breathe?’

‘Xiaoyu, if I could, I’d really want to take care of you for your whole life.’

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