You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Xiao Yao suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and the water he was holding even smelled sweeter.

I was wondering why the bathwater had a smoky scent.

The situation has become somewhat delicate.

I didn't think much of it when I lay down, but now that I've realized it, I feel a bit... HENTAI.

How long has it been since you shared a bath with someone else? (Public bathhouses don't count, right?)

Before his parents divorced, Xiao Yao lived in Su Jiang's house, which had a bathroom and a bathtub.

Gas costs money, water costs money, and it's perfectly normal for a family of three to share a bathtub (taking turns).

In his memories of primary and junior high school, the following situations often occurred.

"Yaoyao, don't unplug the plug after you're done washing, your dad and I need to wash it too."

"Yao Yao, hurry up and take a bath."

"I'll wash later!"

"Hurry up and wash! The water inside is still hot!"

I don't know when it started, but the faces of "those two people" have become somewhat blurry.

After we get married to Shen Jie, will Shen Tianyun and I take turns taking baths every day, just like we used to?

...When Xiao Yao first crawled into the bathtub, he didn't think too much about it.

But she was, after all, a girl of the same age... Once that was realized, the whole atmosphere became strange.

Xiao Yao aimlessly wrung the wet towel over himself, then turned his head and saw the sofa.

The white top and black trousers were all bunched up together.

? ?

Didn't I tell her to put the clothes in the laundry basket?

angry.

Xiao Yao got up, reached for the clothes on the sofa, and prepared to throw them into the basket.

!

Among the pile of clothes his hand grabbed were a red bra and black panties.

hiss--

Xiao Yao couldn't understand it.

Sometimes, he felt that Shen Jie treated him like an outsider.

Sometimes, he felt that Shen Jie truly didn't treat him like an outsider.

Moreover, this is not quite what I imagined!

Xiao Yao always believed that a young girl's underwear must be pure white.

The colors might be a bit arbitrary, but at least the top and bottom should match, right?

This is quite mind-blowing.

While lost in thought, Xiao Yao finished taking a shower, changed his underwear, emptied the bathwater, mopped the floor for a while, and finally helped Shen Jie neatly fold her clothes and place them at the back of the sofa.

As for the red and black underwear, he casually tossed it into the laundry basket without ever secretly smelling it.

"Shen Jie? Shen Jie, I'm all better." Xiao Yao called softly, pushing open the closet door in the opposite room.

The girl's room was pitch black.

"Asleep?" Xiao Yao's tone betrayed his disappointment.

"What time is it? Xiao Yao, what are you doing?" Shen Tianyun called out softly, "My mom is already asleep."

Indeed, Xiao Yao heard that familiar snoring sound.

……

Xiao Yao slept well that night, and the first thing he saw when he woke up in the morning was Shen Jie's face.

Side profile.

He saw the girl sitting idly at the dining table by the window, with a small speaker in her ear and a book in her hand, quietly reciting words.

The morning glow shone through the old curtains, illuminating her profile and making her round, plump cheeks glow.

For some reason, it gives one a sense of "divinity".

The girl wore a loose-fitting black baseball jacket, but her well-proportioned muscles and frame were still visible, with an alluring waist and pert buttocks; her legs were slender and straight under her khaki wide-leg pants, but not as thin as Yu Luying's bamboo legs, but rather well-proportioned and long; her body was not plump, but definitely not skinny either, and her chest had some slightly mature curves that stood proudly.

She wore pure black cotton socks, her right leg crossed over her left, and her left foot resting on the crossbar under the table. With each word she recited, her right foot would bounce up and down rhythmically.

Unusually, she wore a pair of small, rimless glasses on her nose, which gave her a slightly academic air.

"Am I that pretty?" The girl suddenly turned her face, took off one of her earphones, and startled Xiao Yao.

"no no……"

"what?"

"No...yes, yes, um, I just woke up." Xiao Yao said awkwardly, "Good morning."

"Get up quickly," the girl said. "I bought you breakfast: pan-fried buns, soy milk, and tofu pudding."

"what?"

“It’s a give-and-take.” Shen Jie gestured towards the table, and only then did Xiao Yao notice the familiar oil paper package.

"Great!" Xiao Yao said, "You got up so early? You've already gone out."

"I've already finished my morning run," Shen Jie said with a smile.

"So early?" Even though it's summer and dawn comes early: "Be careful."

As Xiao Yao spoke, he reached for the pan-fried buns, but Shen Jie slapped his hand with her earphone: "Are you out of your mind! You eat breakfast without even brushing your teeth? Do you think you're the King of Europe?"

"Oh..." Xiao Yao thought to himself, why have you suddenly become so knowledgeable about European kings lately?

He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and came back to eat pan-fried buns with Shen Jie face to face—he felt that he had never eaten such delicious pan-fried buns before.

“I’ve thought of a joke,” Xiao Yao said, licking the soup that had dripped onto his fingers. “It’s about a guy on the subway. The security guard said in Shanghai dialect, ‘Friend, please let me through your backpack.’ The guy hesitated for a moment, then put the half-eaten pan-fried bun he was having on the security conveyor belt…”

(Note: In the Shanghai dialect, "pan-fried buns" and "backpack" are pronounced the same.)

Xiao Yao was pleased to see his wife lying on the table, laughing and pounding the surface with her little fists.

“By the way, the pan-fried buns at this stall are really delicious,” Shen Jie said after laughing, wiping her hands with a tissue. “The soup inside is especially good.”

"Is this Miss Shen's first time eating pan-fried dumplings?" Xiao Yao was genuinely surprised; he really didn't want to hear a definite answer.

"You're just being sarcastic," Shen Jie said. "But my family always buys pan-fried buns from Dahuchun, which don't have much soup in them and are quite dry. My family would never let me buy these from small stalls; they'd always say they're unhygienic or something..."

"The young lady has come to the countryside to experience rural life."

“Hey,” Shen Jie suddenly leaned on the table, looking at Xiao Yao with a serious expression, “I want to talk to you about something.”

"Please go ahead." Xiao Yao began eating the tofu pudding with satisfaction.

"Could you please stop using the term 'young lady' all the time?" Shen Jie pouted. "I just want to be treated like an ordinary girl... at least in front of you."

"I know," Xiao Yao said deliberately, drawing out his words, "Big—wife."

"You still want a concubine?" Shen Jie's eyebrows shot up.

After breakfast, Shen Jieyi originally planned to take Xiao Yao to school.

"Why aren't you riding your bike today?" Shen Jie quickened her pace to catch up with Xiao Yao.

"You finally took me to school, so why don't we walk so I can stay a little longer?" Xiao Yao said honestly.

"You're so annoying, we're going to be late again."

Naturally, Xiao Yao took Shen Jie's hand, and their fingers intertwined.

"If only we went to the same school," Xiao Yao said wistfully, basking in the morning light.

"What's so good about it?" Shen Jie said dismissively, "Isn't it good to have some personal space?"

“By the way,” Xiao Yao said, not wanting an argument to spoil the pleasant morning atmosphere, “why have you been wearing black socks these past few days? Didn’t you ever wear white ones before?”

“What kind of socks you wear depends on your clothes. Besides, I don’t always wear white socks,” Shen Jie explained. “Black socks are actually more versatile, and light-colored socks get dirty easily and are hard to wash. Now that I’m staying here, who’s going to wash them? I feel bad making you wash them all the time.”

"So it's because you're too lazy to wash them," Xiao Yao nodded. "Who does your laundry at home? The maid?"

"Call her 'Auntie,' not 'maid,' that sounds awful."

"Oh, right," Xiao Yao thought of that question, "why don't you wear matching tops and bottoms?"

"Aaaaah!" Shen Jie abruptly pulled her hand out from between Xiao Yao's fingers, covered her temples with both hands, and stomped her feet: "I forgot to put it away yesterday, and I forgot when I was talking to Shen Tianyun—you're so annoying and perverted!"

"No, don't pinch me," Xiao Yao quickly retorted, "I'm just curious."

"Are you crazy?" Shen Jie said, "Who says you have to wear the same thing underneath? Who would wear the same thing underneath!"

"Is that so...?" Xiao Yao muttered, "But I saw in other people's movies..."

"What movie were you watching?" Shen Jie asked warily.