The Battle for Tang Manman

“You two aren’t even married yet!”

“She isn’t your wife right now. She’s my sister!”

“I’m sleeping with my sister!”

Tang Qinqin glared at Lin Yu, refusing to give an inch.

“That’s only a matter of time!”

“Even if we aren’t married yet, I’m still your sister’s boyfriend.”

“I should be the one sleeping with her!”

“Go sleep in another pod!”

Lin Yu refused to back down either.

Tang Manman had just finished bathing that evening. Her body was soft, warm, and smooth, and she looked adorably dazed with sleep.

Lin Yu had been planning to hold her as he drifted off, his hands occupied with something to keep him from getting bored. How could he possibly surrender his wonderful future wife just like that?

Lin Yu and Tang Qinqin faced off against each other.

Neither was willing to go sleep alone in another pod.

Both of them lowered their voices with remarkable consideration, but their eyes were wide as they glared at each other, as though they were competing in some contest the world could never understand.

Under the temptation of the grand prize that was Tang Manman, the battle between Lin Yu and Tang Qinqin soon shifted from a war of words to a physical confrontation.

They shoved at each other, then lunged toward Tang Manman together.

Poor Tang Manman was exhausted.

Even as the two of them jostled and fought over her in complete disarray, she somehow managed to close her eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

Once they realized Tang Manman was asleep, the two of them could only call a temporary truce. Each claimed half of her body and one of her arms.

Across Tang Manman’s slender chest—which was a little less developed than most and looked even more delicate when she lay down—they continued to glare at each other.

For Lin Yu, this was merely a brief respite.

Today, he was determined to drive Tang Qinqin out of this cubicle.

There was no way the three of them could sleep together, right?

What kind of arrangement would that be?

If he ultimately lost to Tang Qinqin, Lin Yu would have no choice but to accept his fate and leave his wife behind with his blanket, dejected and alone.

But ideals were always full and reality was always painfully thin.

Just as Lin Yu was thinking about how to deal with Tang Qinqin, drowsiness silently began to rise and surround him.

By the time Lin Yu realized something was wrong, he had already become one with his sleepiness.

It was like lying in bed, staring at the light on the ceiling.

You tell yourself that you have to turn it off before going to sleep. You absolutely have to turn it off.

But your body has already lost the strength to move.

All you can do is keep thinking about it—and, as you think and think, you drift off.

That was exactly the state Lin Yu was in.

His head rested on Tang Manman’s soft, slender arm.

The warm, feminine fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose made his head grow heavier and heavier.

Even his eyelids began to droop.

As for the person occupying the other half of Tang Manman’s body—

While Lin Yu was still trying to resist the great demon of drowsiness, she had already peacefully closed her eyes and snuggled into her sister’s warm embrace, falling into a deep sleep.

And so, the battle for Tang Manman came to an end in a scene that was, all things considered, fairly harmonious.

The night passed.

By the next morning, faint footsteps could be heard outside the quiet cubicle.

Lin Yu frowned.

It wasn’t the faint footsteps outside the cubicle that had woken him. Rather, Lin Yu felt a heaviness in his chest—a pressure so oppressive that even breathing had become difficult.

Irritated, he cracked his eyes open and lowered his gaze toward his chest.

He saw a small head.

Its black hair was as smooth as silk, though a few wispy strands that were difficult to tame had rebelliously sprung up, making her look a little disheveled.

Like a puppy that had slept too restlessly and ended up with its fur all puffed out.

Quite adorable, too.

So Tang Manman was lying on top of him?

Lin Yu let out a long breath. Suddenly, the heaviness in his chest disappeared, and breathing no longer felt difficult. His entire body seemed to turn soft and cuddly.

Like a balloon filled to bursting with happiness.

Still, somewhere deep down, Lin Yu felt that something wasn’t quite right.

Tang Manman was resting her head against the left side of his chest.

So why did the right side of his chest also feel as though something heavy was pressing down on it?

Curious, Lin Yu shifted his gaze to the side.

A fresh-faced, delicate little girl came into view.

The girl had petite cheeks, a finely shaped nose, and long eyelashes resting lightly together. They looked like two black feather fans, trembling softly with each breath.

Her lips were pink and glistening.

The slightly thin shape of her lips had been squeezed into a faintly distorted position by the flesh of her cheek.

A bright thread of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth, dampening a small patch of the fabric over Lin Yu’s chest.

Lin Yu stared at Tang Qinqin, who was sleeping more soundly than a piglet.

His heart suddenly gave a hard thump.

He immediately realized that this was highly inappropriate.

Feeling guilty, he glanced sideways at Tang Manman. Seeing that she was still asleep, Lin Yu quietly let out a breath of relief.

He raised his hand and gently pushed against Tang Qinqin’s forehead, planning to resolve this somewhat awkward crisis without making a sound.

A sister-in-law wasn’t supposed to be this close to her brother-in-law!

However, as he tried to move Tang Qinqin, Lin Yu quickly discovered that she hadn’t merely been using him as a pillow.

This girl slept like a clingy koala.

Her arms, legs, and even half her body had sprawled over him, leaving the person beside her not the slightest bit of personal space.

Lin Yu realized that he couldn’t push her away.

He could only take a deep breath inwardly and silently count down: three, two, one.

When he reached one, Lin Yu suddenly exerted force with his hand, pushing Tang Qinqin’s entire head backward. The momentum carried her body away from him as well.

Tang Qinqin had been sleeping peacefully.

The day before had been filled with joy, novelty, and happiness, while the exhaustion from all their activities had made even her dreams mellow and sweet.

In the midst of such perfect sleep, Tang Qinqin was jolted awake by a forceful shove that showed not the slightest mercy.

The instant she was pushed away, her eyes flew open. Her dazed gaze was filled with panic.

After realizing that everything around her was quiet, with no fire, earthquake, or other natural disaster requiring her to flee for her life, a surge of anger suddenly welled up inside Tang Qinqin.

Who was it?!

How could they be so wicked?

How dare they disturb someone’s sleep?

I hope you give birth to eight sons in one go!

She looked left and right.

There were only two people in the cubicle.

There was Lin Yu, and there was Tang Manman.

Tang Qinqin was certain her big sister would never treat her like this.

Which meant the only person who could have pushed her was Lin Yu—the one currently lying with his back to her, pretending to be asleep as he held her sister.

Tang Qinqin glared at Lin Yu, cheeks puffed out in anger.

But before she could lose her temper, her clever little mind suddenly spotted something strange.

She stared at Lin Yu’s broad back, facing her.

Then she abruptly realized that she hadn’t been lying beside her sister just now. She had been sleeping next to Lin Yu.

Fragments of hazy memories slowly surfaced like bubbles.

Tang Qinqin remembered the chill she had vaguely felt during the night because the air conditioner was set so low.

She remembered suddenly finding a warm source of heat while half-asleep and half-awake...

...

Inside the dimly lit room.

Light struggled to filter through the beige-gray curtains, its particles barely illuminating the room through the haze.

Tang Qinqin sat blankly atop the soft white bedding, in a cute posture somewhere between a tucked-knee sit and a W-sit.

Her face flushed red as she raised a hand and touched the damp corner of her mouth.

Her dazed pupils instinctively narrowed.