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

Xiao Yao stared wide-eyed; it was the first time he had ever seen Shen Jie dressed like this, with a touch of... "Han" elements.

"How is it? Does it look good?" Shen Jie looked herself over and then spun around gracefully.

"It looks great," Xiao Yao said sincerely.

The clothes are nice, but I'm not tall enough to pull them off—there's no need to say that out loud, right?

"Where have you been? Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?" Shen Jie's eyebrows shot up when she saw Xiao Yao still wearing those old pants. "I told you to wear those new pants. Where have you been all this time?"

“I… went to the small shop at the entrance of the alley and drank a bottle of annual drink from a glass bottle,” Xiao Yao said, “and suddenly, I was very thirsty.”

"How old are you?" Shen Jie walked barefoot to the photo room, picked up a pair of white canvas shoes from the shoe rack, and loosened the shoelaces: "You didn't even bring a bottle for Mommy Miao, you just drink it all yourself. Hurry up and get dressed and come out."

"No, they're taking glass bottles and won't let you leave the counter," Xiao Yao said, returning to his room and putting on the new summer clothes that Shen Jie had bought for him later.

How to do?How to do?

Yu Luying's mind went blank again, and she couldn't come up with a solution for the time being.

Xiao Yao really wanted to take wedding photos, especially with Shen Jie, but he absolutely did not want to use the epilepsy trial voucher again.

Moreover, courting death could actually lead to death.

He's still young, he's not married yet, he doesn't want to die, and he can't die.

Besides, this wasn't just his problem. Although that lovely girl had just made a touching declaration of love, saying "I'm willing to die with you," Xiao Yao still didn't want her to die.

Ideally, everyone should live to be a hundred years old; that would be the best outcome.

If this matter is ruined today, the consequences are hard to predict, but as a Hungarian poet once said, love is precious, but life is more precious.

You've got it backwards, haven't you? It's okay.

Xiao Yao opened the drawer, took out a pair of washed, flesh-colored short stockings that were tied together in a knot, held them in his hand, walked to the soap room, and handed them to Shen Jie.

Shen Jie subconsciously took the socks, and as expected, her lips drooped: "I won't wear them, they don't match."

She went back to her room and put the socks back in the drawer.

"Wear it, I want to see you wear it." Xiao Yao deliberately hugged her from behind.

"Okay, okay, put them on." Shen Jie picked out a pair of snow-white cotton socks from the drawer.

“I don’t want this one,” Xiao Yao said. “I want that one.”

"I told you, they don't match!" Shen Jie thought of the socks Yu Luying wore when she visited her on the day she was admitted to the hospital, and she wished she could cut up the pair she was holding as well.

“I’m telling you to wear it, so wear it, otherwise I’m not going,” Xiao Yao said, forcing himself to speak.

Shen Jie looked up at Xiao Yao, her tightly closed lips seemingly revealing a menacing smile behind her clenched teeth.

Xiao Yao was somewhat apprehensive, worried that even if he were to pick a fight, he might have gone too far.

If I force her to say "Fine, then forget it" like this, will this matter be over for the rest of her life?

Suddenly, the girl moved.

With alternating motions of her left and right hands, her rolled-up white cotton socks and nude stockings flew towards his face.

Xiao Yao veered to the left, dodging the white socks, then to the right, reaching out his left hand to catch the skin-colored socks.

Shen Jie had already left the room.

Is he going to run away from home again? Xiao Yao quickly chased after him.

Fortunately, Shen Jie simply squatted on the ground outside the photo booth, put on her other canvas shoe barefoot, tied the shoelace, stood up, and stomped her feet lightly.

She picked up her LV bag, turned back and gave Xiao Yao a slight smile, then immediately looked down: "Let's go. Those shoes."

"Hey, hey." Xiao Yao's heart skipped a beat. He took the pair of new shoes that Shen Jie was pointing to and was about to put them on.

It's simply unbearable... It's like the Lion's Roar in martial arts novels, an invisible weapon of aura?

"Put on your socks, and the new pants on the sofa." Shen Jie pointed to Xiao Yao's room door.

"Hey, hey." Xiao Yao walked into the room.

Oh no, what should I do? He gently pounded his temples.

The boy sat blankly on the edge of the bed, deliberately dawdling as he changed the new pants the girl had bought for him.

He heard someone coming up the stairs behind him; the light footsteps sounded like…

Then came a soft knocking on the door.

Xiao Yao heard Shen Jie—seemingly angry—forcefully pull open the door to the soap room, the old wooden door scraping against the floor with a harsh sound.

"Luying, what brings you here?" Hearing Shen Jie say this, his ears perked up immediately.

"Sister, I heard you were discharged from the hospital, so I came to see you." It was Yu Luying's voice.

This person's late arrival left Xiao Yao unsure whether to breathe a sigh of relief or feel even more anxious.

"And could you be any more fake? We've been discharged from the hospital for days already!" Xiao Yao roared inwardly.

"Come on in, why bother buying anything?" That line again.

Xiao Yao heard the sound of shoes hitting the ground with a "thud," followed by the sound of slippers being put on. He quickly put on his basketball socks and new pants.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Yu Luying and Shen Jie walked in one after the other.

Yu Luying wore a baseball cap, and it looked like she hadn't had time to wash her hair; her slightly tangled, jet-black hair fell loosely on both sides of her shoulders. The temperature wasn't too high today, and the tall girl wore a casual jacket and T-shirt on top, and her jeans went past her knees, outlining her slender calves, giving Yu Luying a rare and captivating youthful energy.

Beneath her fair, smooth calves were a pair of ice silk short socks. In this era, these socks were called "ice silk," while in Shen Tianyun's time they were called "glass silk," and in both eras, these socks were quite popular.

It is generally made of combed cotton and glass fiber. The top edge of the sock, the heel and the toe are made of combed cotton, while the rest are made of glass fiber.

These socks are popular in summer because they are cool, comfortable, soft, breathable, and prevent feet from feeling stuffy. The elastic cuff fits snugly against the skin without being too tight, the toe is smooth and comfortable, the 3D heel provides a snug, non-slip grip, and they feature delicate lace trim, a favorite of Xiao Yao, as well as cute patterns adorning the glass thread section…

"What are you looking at?" Shen Jie was furious when she saw Xiao Yao staring at Yu Luying's feet. Considering that there were guests present, she resisted the urge to hit him directly.

“No,” Xiao Yao sat up straight and stopped reciting: “Yu Luying, what brings you here? You didn’t even call before you came. We were just about to leave. If you had come a few minutes later, it would have been a wasted trip.”

This was a subtle way of telling Yu Luying how much effort I had put into keeping her occupied.

"Sister's going out? It's already afternoon." Yu Luying put the plastic bag of fruit she was holding on the dining table, feigning surprise.

She wanted to sit on the sofa, but it was piled up so high that no one could sit on it. Sitting on the bed next to Xiao Yao was also not suitable. The floor was also full of clutter, small trash, and dust. It was hard to imagine what kind of life these two people lived every day. Yu Luying wished she could go to the photo room and grab a broom to sweep them up.

Shen Jie also noticed the mess in the room and, somewhat embarrassed, reached out to tidy up the sofa: "Luying, please don't laugh at me. I didn't know you were coming, so the room was a bit messy."

Shen Jie cleared a gap in the sofa, pressed Yu Luying's shoulder to make her sit down, and then stood leaning against the wardrobe door, a gesture that suggested she didn't intend for the guest to stay long.

"Sister, you look so beautiful in your outfit today! Where are you going? I should have come another day," Yu Luying said apologetically.

"No," Shen Jie said somewhat awkwardly, fiddling with her fingers, "I just took him to a wedding photography studio."

Ultimately, she's only seventeen. Dating is probably normal for her, but suddenly talking about wedding dresses with someone... it still feels a bit awkward.

"A wedding dress?" Yu Luying's surprise this time was genuine: "What are you trying to do!"

Xiao Yao noticed that besides surprise, Yu Luying's face also seemed to show a hint of... resentment?

“Sigh, it’s Xiao Yao, you know him, right?” Shen Jie continued fiddling with her fingers.

"?" Xiao Yao raised his little head in confusion.

“He’s just love-struck, a teenager who keeps telling me he likes me and loves me,” Shen Jie’s voice trailed off, her face flushed. “And then he said he wanted to marry me.”

Xiao Yao seemed to want to speak but hesitated, then hesitated again but still wanted to.

“I said, you’re only a few years old, it’s fine to date, but why get married?” Shen Jie continued her story: “Then he told me that when he was 12, he wanted to marry his classmate, like holding hands to go to and from school together, cooking and sleeping together, in a small blue house rented outside the school, with milky white lights—”

"Hey!" Xiao Yao finally couldn't take it anymore and spoke up to stop her.

First of all, it's already excessive enough that such a shameful thing was repeated to a third person in front of them, and... they had even said these words to a third person before.

Sure enough, Yu Luying laughed: "Xiao Yao told me about this before."

Xiao Yao turned his head away, unwilling to face the awkward atmosphere. After all, it sounded too much like a conversation between an ex-wife and a current wife…

“Right, right,” Xiao Yao heard Shen Jie say, feigning nonchalance, “I thought to myself, blue house, milky white lights, isn’t that 7 Days Inn?”

“I understand,” Yu Luying coughed lightly twice, “Because you two can’t get married, he’s forcing you to take wedding photos with him, just to have some fun, right?”

"Basically, that's about it." Shen Jie looked at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle.

You were the one who brought it up first! You made things up to my face, have you no shame?!

“It sounds like something Xiao Yao would do.” There was a hint of melancholy in Yu Luying’s voice.

“So…” Shen Jie glanced deliberately at the old grandfather clock, her face showing embarrassment, “I made an appointment with the designer of Navara Wedding Dress this afternoon, and now…”

"Navara wedding dress!" Yu Luying's eyes lit up, even though she had never heard of Navara before.

"What, Luying also knows about Navara wedding dresses?" Shen Jie asked curiously.

“I’ve always wanted to go!” Yu Luying blurted out on the spot, inevitably stuttering a bit: “It’s a great… uh, wedding photography company, especially… artistic, design-oriented, right? I heard that they can customize one-on-one according to the client’s requirements…”

"Yeah, yeah, it's awesome, Luying, let me tell you..." Shen Jie started talking excitedly, and the atmosphere on the scene changed from awkward to lively.

Xiao Yao turned around and, like a kindergarten student, placed her hands on her thighs, quietly playing the role of a background character for her girlfriends.

In this atmosphere, Yu Luying naturally made this request: "Sister, why don't you two take me with you today?"

Chapter 101 Three-Person Tango