My older sister is a villainous rich girl

As for "her", she has probably become completely accustomed to her current life as Chris.

That day after school, the words she had said to herself came back to mind.

It's hard to tell whether this stems from a "setup" or from one's "true feelings."

[It was by cheating that she got the other person to like her.]

Does her saying this mean that... she has always harbored this worry deep down?

—She worries that if she weren't Chris, no one else would like her.

Wayne felt he could understand why she would have such thoughts about him.

He suddenly remembered a dream he had a long time ago.

Generally speaking, things that happen in a dream are quickly forgotten after waking up.

But for some reason, that dream left a deep impression on my memory, and the images were exceptionally clear.

That night, after Chris threatened to steal the person she loved, he dreamt that Goethe said to him, "If you weren't a high-ranking nobleman, do you think I would have allowed you to get close?"

I can't forget that sentence.

He knew that Ge Li's affection for him was beyond question.

At the same time, reason also clearly told him that if he hadn't been an adopted son of the Winche family, and if he hadn't studied at Seiki Academy since childhood, he wouldn't have had so many bonds with Geli and even his other friends.

If they meet again many years later as commoners, it's more likely that their relationship will be similar to how Geli usually treats Tasia.

She completely ignored them, as if they were two parallel lines that would never intersect.

From this perspective, my subconscious is exactly the same as Chris's.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he is well aware that the original "Wayne" was just a backup lover who had a crush on the female lead, with no possibility of becoming her official love interest.

So, I really hadn't thought about the philosophical question of whether they liked "Wien" or "themselves".

He shook his head, feeling that Chris had swayed him.

Like is like.

As long as he knows that he likes both of them and that they like him too, that's enough for him.

There's no need to artificially add so many preset conditions.

All he could do was try his best to maintain the relationship between the two lines and keep them at peace.

Wayne clenched his fist, his eyes showing determination.

I, a transmigrator with cheat codes, will absolutely not fail at such a simple matter!

That night.

In the dead of night, Wayne locked the door.

He planned to first properly resolve the potential problems on Ge Li's side.

At the very least, we need to convince her to agree to keep to herself and Chris's distance.

If both sides can calm down, stop fueling each other's fire, and gradually disengage, he will have more room to maneuver.

He vouched for himself with his integrity, stating that his trip was for his future happiness and that he had absolutely no intention of doing anything unhealthy.

But just as he mentally prepared himself to jump off the bed...

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door.

Chapter 245 Chris's Night Raid

Wayne's action of climbing out the window seemed to be paused, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

A soft turning of the handle came from the doorway.

However, the attempt failed because Wayne had already locked the door.

The person outside knocked on the door again.

This time the voice was louder, and it sounded like he was slightly annoyed and angry.

Wayne suddenly realized what was happening and quickly took off his cloak and hid it. He also draped his outer clothes over the bed, leaving him only wearing a pair of white boxer shorts.

He tiptoed open the door like a thief, afraid of disturbing others.

However, in reality, doing so has absolutely no effect other than providing a tiny bit of self-comfort.

Seeing the pretty girl standing outside the door, Wayne pretended to rub his eyes, acting as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"Hmm?...It's Chris. What's wrong?"

Seeing his expression, Chris blushed.

But she didn't dare make too much noise in the hallway, so she pushed Wayne into the room and then locked the door behind her again.

Successful landing.

Only then did she breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Chris looked away and said softly.

The lights were off in the room.

But the moonlight shining in from the window illuminated everything very clearly.

“I’ve recently taken to sleeping naked,” he said.

"This will improve your sleep quality."

—It's a lie.

Wayne has never had the habit of sleeping naked; I just wanted to make her give up as soon as possible.

Although she was dressed similarly to when she went swimming, Chris felt quite stressed at the bedside in the middle of the night.

"Then...that's not necessary..."

Wayne noticed her obvious guilty conscience and deliberately took a step forward.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Chris closed her eyes tightly and pushed against his chest, preventing him from getting closer.

But as soon as her hand touched his body, it was as if she had been burned, and she quickly withdrew it.

"You, put on your clothes first!" she whispered, her face flushed.

Wayne smiled and stopped teasing her.

He sat back on the edge of the bed, lifted the blanket, and crawled under the covers, leaving only his head sticking out as he gazed at her wistfully.

"What exactly happened?" he asked.

Seeing that he didn't push his luck, Chris's tense emotions finally relaxed a little.

"I just...want to talk to you."

She also leaned against the bedside, sitting on the carpet with her knees drawn up to her chest.

Their heads were at the same level, and they could clearly see each other's expressions.

Wayne had a very subtle feeling.

...There are so many times during the day when you can be alone together. Is there anything special that you have to keep to yourself until midnight to tell it secretly?

However, we can't just kick Chris out.

So he could only hum in agreement.

Wayne listened attentively, while Chris fell silent.

She rested her head on the edge of the bed, just tilting it to the side in a daze.

After waiting for a while, and seeing that she really didn't seem to be planning to speak anytime soon, Wayne asked with a hint of doubt, "Is there something you want to say?"

While saying he wanted to talk to me, he wouldn't utter a single word...

Is she awkwardly acting cute again?

"Miss Chris, you wouldn't be... unable to sleep at night because you miss me so much, would you?"

Wayne lifted a corner of the blanket covering him and gestured with his chin, saying, "I'll leave you half of the blanket. If you want it, crawl in yourself."

Chris raised an eyebrow, stood up, and looked ready to teach him a lesson.

But the moment her knees touched the edge of the bed, the anger on her face vanished instantly.

"...Alright then."

She suddenly said.

Upon hearing those two words, Wayne's eyes widened.

It seemed that Chris had made up her mind, and she actually climbed into his bed through the thin blanket that had been lifted, and hugged him tightly.

Contrary to expectations, they did not avoid the topic.

Her body was warm, but the material of her pajamas felt cool.

Wayne paused for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Chris... if you're suddenly too nice to me, I'll get really nervous."

He had already gotten used to her excuses and delays.

She gave a soft hum and buried her head in Wayne's arms.

So, do you like it or not?

It was as if she was embarrassed to see his face; yet it was also as if she wanted to delve deeper and absorb his aura.

He closed his eyes and thought about it seriously.

"……like."

He couldn't see Chris's expression, but he could feel a subtle change in the breath she was exhaling on his neck.

It seems like they used a little more force.

"Why are you locking the door now? You never used to," she asked, as if she had just remembered something.

Would I tell you that the door is locked when there are plans for the night?

I would never tell, even if you killed me.

Wayne answered naturally, "I've been sleeping naked every day lately. What if someone sees me if I don't lock the door?"

"Who wants to see you..."

Chris thought he was narcissistic and made a speechless comment.

With his charm being questioned, Wayne couldn't ignore it.

"Hmm?" he countered. "I'm so handsome that even when I'm walking down the street, young women always turn around to look at me. How could no one want to look at me?"

"What if some maid who admires me has ulterior motives and sneaks in while I haven't locked the door..."

He said meaningfully that the words were full of implications.

However, Chris never expected that the person he was referring to was herself, and was instead provoked by the image, becoming angry.

"They dare!"

She clung to Wayne, sat on him, and cupped his face between her hands.

"You have designs on the maid in your house?" she suddenly questioned.

Wayne was speechless.

"No."

"If it weren't true, how could you have imagined such a scene?!" The gentle and charming demeanor from before had completely vanished.

"If you're asking if there is any, then maybe there is," Wayne changed his tune.

Chris's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them instantly.

Wayne panicked and quickly hugged her, saying, "I was just joking. I meant to talk about you..."