Only After I Was Reborn Did I Realize That I Had Childhood Sweethearts Chapter 305: Yuanyuan Feels Really Wronged

As sumr arrived in full force, the trio found their usual cuddle piles becoming uncomfortably warm, forcing them to rely on air conditioning at night.

But Lin Youxi had a sensitivity to AC—prolonged exposure left her sneezing and sniffling. They compromised with tid settings and a gentle sleep mode.

Then there was Youxi’s aversion to cold. i Fang’s solution? Tucking her snugly against him each night.

Youxi slept curled on her side, limbs inevitably tangling around him like ivy. Once she latched on, any attempt to “balance the scales” by reaching for Xia Yuan beca impossible. Yuan had to settle for spooning i Fang’s back instead.

This arrangent was tolerable—if a bit sweaty by dawn, with Yuan inevitably waking with a mouthful of hair.

Until biology intervened.

At seventeen, i Fang’s mornings often arrived with… enthusiasm. This invariably roused light-sleeper Youxi, who—once awake—saw no reason to let the opportunity go to waste.

What began as playful intimacy soon beca a health hazard. After ten consecutive days of sleep deprivation, i Fang called an ergency household eting.

“We’ve been too careless about boundaries lately. To sustain our relationship long-term, we need to reintroduce so distance.” He cleared his throat. “Starting tonight, separate beds. It’s more appropriate for students anyway.”

Xia Yuan’s jaw dropped. “But Youxi’s the one waking you up every morning! Why do I get punished? This is unfair! We should at least take turns like before!”

“No rotations either—Youxi’s banned for a month. I need to focus on exams,” i Fang insisted. And a certain eighteenth birthday surprise…

Yuan whirled to Youxi with puppy-dog eyes. “Can’t you just resist? You keep playing with him behind my back!”

Youxi blinked. “I get itchy hands.”

A beat. Then, matter-of-factly: “Besides, he’s obviously encouraging . Wouldn’t ignoring that make a bad girlfriend?”

“Then—then I’ll be the one he holds! You can hug instead—”

“Enough,” i Fang interjected. “A break is healthy. You’ll still get pre-sleep cuddles, Yuan.”

“Whimper…“

Yuan spent the next day sulking at her desk, face buried in her arms. Even Liu Xiaoyu’s coaxing failed to lift her spirits. When i Fang stopped by after class, Xiaoyu cornered him with hands on hips.

“Did you two fight? She’s been like this all day.”

“Just a minor disagreent. She’ll bounce back—”

“Minor?” Xiaoyu’s eyes narrowed. “When Yuan withdraws, it ans she’s deeply hurt. With your… unique relationship, you have to be extra attentive. Got it?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.” i Fang rubbed his neck. “I’ve never seen you so fierce.”

Xiaoyu considered this. “I’m like this with my little brother during howork ti.”

“He seems quiet at school.”

“At ho? A nace. Once, he—”

Their chat dissolved into shared sibling horror stories—until i Fang felt a prickling sensation. Glancing up, he caught Xia Yuan hastily flopping back into her “depressed” pose.

Liu Xiaoyu caught herself mid-lecture and imdiately softened. “Let try talking to Yuan again. Sulking isn’t good for her.”

“I’ll handle it.”

With the confidence of a returning hero, i Fang strolled into Xia Yuan’s classroom under the gawking gaze of classmates. He slid into the seat beside his star-girlfriend, whispering sothing that made her squirm away—until he suddenly pulled her into a bear hug, murmuring more words that turned her ears scarlet. By the ti he sauntered out, the whole class was buzzing.

Xiaoyu chased after him. “Fixed already?”

“Should be.” i Fang nodded toward the classroom, where Yuan was now pretending to adjust her hair while stealing glances at him, her blush betraying her.

“You really are the Yuan-whisperer.” Xiaoyu gave an impressed thumbs-up. “Decades of childhood bonds show.”

“Eh heh.”

After basking in praise, i Fang casually asked, “Found an electric piano yet?”

“Tested a few at shops. Narrowed it down.”

“Need a loan?”

“Dad actually let keep the money from your part-ti offer.” Xiaoyu smiled. “Said it was mine to spend.”

“Your father’s one of the good ones. His business will recover.”

“I believe so too…”

As i Fang left, he spotted Lin Youxi juggling a tower of workbooks. He rushed to help.

“Why not ask for assistance?”

“The girls in class don’t listen to lately,” Youxi admitted. “And asking boys might make soone jealous.”

“Guilty as charged.” i Fang took half the stack. “Why the cold shoulder from classmates?”

“After Yuan and Xiaoyu left, the local girls clique up with Shang Ce’s crew.” Youxi shrugged. “Not that I mind.”

“Still feuding?”

“More like mutual ignoring.” A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. “Honestly? I enjoy their frustration. It’s… satisfying.”

“You’re kinda terrifying sotis—”

Youxi suddenly leaned in, her breath tickling his ear. “Let Yuan sneak into your bed tonight. She’s sulking hard.”

“Funny, I was about to suggest the sa. Wanted your blessing first.”

“Why ask?” Her fingers traced his collar. “I’d monopolize you daily if I could.”

“Keep your voice down—“

Youxi sighed dramatically. “But love ans compromise. Our Yuan bottles things up. We have to pamper her.”

“Mm…”

Yet that night, no Yuan appeared. When i Fang peeked into her room, he found her trapped in Youxi’s octopus embrace, her expression screaming “send help.”

Attempts to tickle Youxi “awake” failed spectacularly—the girl had suddenly developed superhuman grip strength. Defeated, i Fang spooned Yuan from behind instead, earning contented wiggles until she finally drifted off.

Dawn brought poetic justice: Yuan now experienced the “morning alarm” firsthand. When confronted later, she echoed Youxi’s defense verbatim—

“Couldn’t help it!”

And so, i Fang’s brief taste of freedom ended as abruptly as it began.

(TL: What a satisfyingly spicy chapter)