Lin Lue looked at the empty, cold room, recalling how the two had wolfed down their food at the table.
He couldn’t help but ask, “Do you two usually never cook for yourselves?”
Luo Miaomiao shook her head.
“No.”
Lin Lue: “Not hungry?”
“We are hungry.”
Luo Miaomiao bobbed her little head.
“But we can’t starve to death.”
Luo An’an picked up, “When we’re hungry, we sleep, or die for a bit.”
“So yeah, we got used to it by just letting the hunger pass.”
Lin Lue pondered.
Lin Lue was stunned, left speechless.
‘These sisters… they’re something else.’
“Here, Lin Lue, have a piece.”
Luo Miaomiao produced a plate of pastries like magic, pinched one between her fingers, and held it out to Lin Lue.
“Eat some pastry.”
Lin Lue took a bite.
The pastry was flaky, soft, sweet but not cloying, with a great texture.
He asked in confusion, “I didn’t make any pastries today. Where did these come from?”
“I made them myself,” Luo Miaomiao said.
“You know how to make pastries, so why don’t you cook proper meals and just let yourself and your sister go hungry?”
Lin Lue was puzzled.
“Too lazy. I can’t be bothered to cook, and my sister can’t be bothered to eat. So it just ended up like this.”
Lin Lue thought to himself, ‘That’s next-level laziness.’
After finishing the pastry, Lin Lue suddenly felt an intense wave of drowsiness wash over him.
His eyelids grew heavier, and his whole body went limp and weak.
He sensed something was off.
His gaze instinctively fell on the teacup on the table.
He understood.
“You look exhausted. Why don’t you lie down on the bed and rest for a bit?”
Luo An’an supported him as his eyes closed, her voice soft.
“Our bed is big and soft.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go sleep for a while. It’s not like we’re going to hurt you.”
Luo Miaomiao helped him from the other side, also coaxing.
Then, as if sharing a single mind, the sisters worked together to guide Lin Lue onto the bed.
With his limbs weak, lying on the bed, Lin Lue knew in his heart—this was definitely the classic “sleepy black tea” routine.
He wondered, ‘Where did the black tea even come from? Neither of these sisters is the type to drink tea.’
But Lin Lue wasn’t panicked.
After all, they’d been together for so long; they already trusted each other like brothers.
Sleep overwhelmed him.
Lin Lue soon sank into a deep slumber.
Watching Lin Lue’s sleeping face, Luo An’an blinked, lifted her skirt, and carefully crawled onto the bed, slowly curling up beside him.
She took the initiative to place his hand on her waist, moving with delicate caution, afraid to wake him.
“Sis, what are you doing!”
Luo Miaomiao saw this and practically exploded.
She lowered her voice, her face red.
“That’s way too… too shameless!”
“Don’t you want to?”
Luo An’an glanced at her sister, her gaze calm.
“Don’t pretend. I know you added something to the pastries.”
Luo Miaomiao immediately stammered, her eyes darting away.
“Relax. You’re not the only one. I added something to the black tea, too.”
Luo An’an stated her little trick lightly.
Before Luo Miaomiao could react, she reached out, grabbed her sister’s hand, and pulled her onto the bed as well, to lie on Lin Lue’s other side.
They were the Twin Fates.
Born with a telepathic connection, their desires, likes, and dislikes were identical.
They were not blood-related sisters, but tightly bound by fate.
The magic power within them could flow freely between one another, achieving a 1+1 greater than 2 effect.
To truly kill them, both had to die simultaneously, and their flesh had to be completely annihilated.
If even a single cell of one remained, both could instantly resurrect.
This was their Self-Law.
It was precisely because of this terrifying Self-Law that they had been relentlessly hunted by a mysterious organization.
Forced to flee endlessly, drifting from place to place.
Just when they were on the verge of death, Lin Lue appeared before them like the light of dawn.
“I found a pair of homeless black-and-white sisters. They wanted to come home with me…”
Lin Lue’s amazed tone, from so long ago, still echoed clearly in the ears of Luo An’an and Luo Miaomiao.
He helped them escape.
He gave them a home where they could settle.
He had been taking care of them—washing clothes, cooking, feeding them daily.
They were twins.
They did everything together.
Their minds were connected, their senses shared.
“…”
Lin Lue slowly opened his eyes, feeling an unusual weight on his body, as if something was pressing tightly against him.
Filled with confusion, he looked down at his chest—it was bulging.
He slowly lifted the blanket and his eyes widened.
Two little heads had sprouted in his bed.
Luo An’an and Luo Miaomiao.
“You two… how did you get here?”
Lin Lue was stunned for a long moment before he found his voice.
Luo An’an rubbed her sleepy eyes, her tone drowsy.
“Woke up, Lin Lue.”
Luo Miaomiao’s eyes spun in dizzy circles.
She flailed her little hands, on the verge of tears.
“Sis, I told you this wouldn’t work! It’s too shameless!”
“Shut up, Miaomiao. You’re a coward with ideas but no guts.”
“Wha—what? An’an, you’ve gone too far! I’m not like that at all… and lying in a man’s arms like this is really indecent!”
The two sisters bickered, one talking over the other, making a huge fuss.
Lin Lue: “…”
He stared at the ceiling, his mind blank.
He checked—his pants showed no signs of being undone.
They had also changed clothes, now wearing a big white shirt that was long enough to cover their upper thighs.
But the shirt looked strangely familiar.
It reminded him of the few shirts that had gone missing from his own closet.
“…”
At the doorway.
Lin Lue was about to leave, saying goodbye to the two.
[Detected Temporary Targets: Luo An’an, Luo Miaomiao]
[Successfully Recorded]
[Triggered Task: You want to leave. They want you to pat their heads one last time, but they won’t say it.]
[Task Reward: Magic Power Points +15]
Lin Lue: “!”
Without hesitation, Lin Lue raised his hand and rubbed the tops of their heads.
No hesitation at all.
Luo An’an squinted her eyes, savoring the moment.
Luo Miaomiao’s face turned crimson.
She flailed a bit in a fluster, but eventually quieted down and lowered her head, staying still.
Only a faint wisp of steam seemed to rise from her head.
[Magic Power Points +15]
Although they weren’t long-term targets—which was a bit of a shame—getting magic power points was still great.
Lin Lue had come here on a whim, figuring he’d give it a shot.
After all, with their looks and aura, the twin sisters didn’t seem like ordinary NPCs.
He’d gambled right.
The system had become a lot more useful after the upgrade.
Suddenly, Lin Lue remembered the dozen or so fierce-looking women from earlier.
Were Luo An’an and Luo Miaomiao actually scared?
Lin Lue withdrew his hands.
“I’m leaving.”
Luo An’an:
“Lin Lue, besides my head, you can touch my belly too… and if you want to touch other places, that’s fine as well.”
Luo Miaomiao:
“Aahhh! Sister, what kind of awful things are you saying!”
Luo An’an:
“Miaomiao, you come too. Hurry, take it off.”
Luo Miaomiao:
“Huh? I have to as well?”
“…”
In the end, Lin Lue didn’t do it.
Lin Lue left.
Luo An’an and Luo Miaomiao watched until his figure disappeared.
Only then did they take each other’s hands and head toward a certain place.
They turned a corner and looked at the dozen or so women still unconscious on the ground—the same group that had come to collect “protection fees” earlier.
They exchanged a glance, then waved their hands simultaneously.
An invisible but powerful wave of magic power swept over the fallen women.
In the blink of an eye, their injuries healed completely.
They woke up in a daze, confused for a moment.
Then they bowed respectfully to Luo An’an and Luo Miaomiao, their demeanor humble.
Luo Miaomiao smiled cheerfully as she pulled a large wad of cash from her pocket and handed it to them.
Her tone was light.
“You all acted well today. Here’s your pay.”
Luo An’an nodded slightly.
Her scarlet eyes flickered, and her voice was indifferent.
“You can go now.”
“Yes, boss! Thank you, bosses!”
Relieved, they wiped their sweat and quickly turned to leave.
Once everyone was gone, Luo Miaomiao tilted her head and looked at her sister.
“Sis… do you think Lin Lue saw through our little act?”
Luo An’an lowered her eyes, a faint smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
“He’s smart. He’s probably already figured it out.”
“From now on, don’t keep pulling those ‘playing dead’ stunts. They always scare me.”
Luo Miaomiao tugged at her sister’s hand and whispered.
Luo An’an ruffled her sister’s hair.
“Alright, I know.”
“Speaking of which, when he asked about the Purity Sect… are they looking to cause him trouble?”
“I don’t know. But let’s go and stir up some trouble for that cult.”
They intertwined their fingers, gently touching foreheads.
Then, the shadows on the ground writhed and swallowed them whole.