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

"Is that a crib?"

"No, when I was a little older," Xiao Yao said. "Didn't you go to buy underwear? Why are you wrapped in a big bath towel?"

As far as I can remember, this was the first time Shen Jie had ever been so uninhibited in front of me, let alone when there were other people around.

“I can’t help it, I’m wearing my bra inside,” Shen Jie said, sounding a little awkward and embarrassed. “I can’t buy pajamas or T-shirts, so I can’t just sleep in a long dress tonight—and I can’t just walk around in front of you in my bra, that would be too embarrassing with other people around.”

Xiao Yao thought to himself, "That means you can wear your underwear and walk around in front of me when there are no outsiders around: Oh, I thought you didn't have any underneath."

"What are you thinking?" Shen Jie rolled her eyes.

"Is Yu Luying inside?" Xiao Yao walked back to the bathroom door, closed it, and carefully hung up the security chain.

"She's taking a shower, what are you trying to do?" Shen Jie asked warily.

What a joke! What could I possibly do? I said, "I need to go to the toilet."

"Let's just wait and see," Shen Jie said. "Short hair is so great! No need for a hairdryer, it air-dries so well."

"Oh," Xiao Yao said, his eyes inadvertently glancing at Yu Luying's white sneakers.

He turned his head away.

Something seems off. Let me take another look.

The openings of those sneakers were dark and empty, as if there was nothing there.

There should have been something there—right?

Xiao Yao gasped sharply.

No, I put it here—where's this huge stack of socks she put here? How come it's gone again?

Seriously? Can't you come up with something new? Can't you stop using the same old formula?

What about this time?

Did I follow in Teacher Yao's footsteps, and the shadow of that past came out and took the things away?

Did I forget to close the door properly while I was talking to Shen Jie, and some perverted passerby took it?

Wait a minute, if that pervert had taken it, shouldn't he have taken the shoes too?

Will Yu Luying suspect me again this time?

Shouldn't there be some basic trust between people?

But I'm the prime suspect no matter how I look at it. If you two leave and leave me alone in the room, won't that create an awkward situation?

However, judging from Shen Jie's current attitude, she is unaware of this matter.

In other words, either Yu Luying chooses not to speak out, or Yu Luying herself hasn't realized it yet.

If you could buy a similar pair at Hualian Supermarket and sneak them in—damn, how is that even possible?

Wait, why are my hands wet?

calm down.

Xiao Yao looked up at the bathroom door.

Then, the door was opened.

Yu Luying came out carrying two wet, freshly washed bras, two pairs of panties, and four pairs of socks.

A pair of glass silk stockings, and a pair of flesh-colored stockings.

When Yu Luying saw Xiao Yao looking at the things in her arms, she glared at him, turned to the side, and like a mother hen protecting her chicks, carried them to the bay window to air them out.

Xiao Yao let out a long sigh of relief.

Chapter 109 Ice is the Sleeping Storm

2023-02-14

While Yu Luying was shopping at Hualian Supermarket with Shen Jie, she already realized that something was wrong.

The heat, the fever, the discomfort, the pent-up torrents, the surging undercurrents, the indescribable impulses.

Immediately afterwards, she felt a stream of icy water poured over her from head to toe, and instinctively hissed.

Actually, taking a cold shower in the middle of summer isn't particularly exciting, it's just a bit sudden.

"What's wrong, silly girl?" A petite girl in a long skirt and barefoot in slippers asked her, holding two pairs of matching white underwear: "Is it okay to buy these?"

“Okay, okay,” Yu Luying said absentmindedly, “I’m fine with anything.”

"I haven't seen this brand much before, and the price is a bit cheap. I wonder if I'll feel itchy after wearing it?" Shen Jie muttered to herself.

"No, it won't have any problems. It's cheap, so there won't be any other issues. It's just cotton." Yu Luying frowned impatiently.

"But I can't find pajamas or big T-shirts..." The pampered young lady continued to grumble, "Fine, I'll just use a bath towel, anyway... silly girl, I'll buy you this set?"

"Okay, okay," Yu Luying said—anyway, I won't have an allergic reaction to it. It's just that you have a special constitution, always looking down on this and that.

After buying the underwear, the two held hands and wandered around the store for a while, aimlessly.

Yu Luying sensed that Xiao Yao had finished showering and was now running again.

Yes, he was running, and he was panting heavily, making his breathing a little uneven.

The Xiao Yao she knew was never a sporty kid, let alone someone who liked to go for night runs.

Yu Luying could guess why Xiao Yao suddenly took a cold shower and started going for a run at night.

I also blame myself for not being good enough, but pork kidney is really delicious and it's not something you can easily find normally.

Unfortunately, no one thought of it that way, and no one could have predicted that it would be so powerful.

"It seems like there's nothing else to buy," Shen Jie muttered to herself. "Silly sister, what's wrong? Are you unhappy? You're not saying anything. If you're unhappy about something, you should tell your sister."

“No,” Yu Luying shook her head, “I’m just tired.”

"It's quite tiring, let's go back." Shen Jie finally said this.

“Mmm,” Yu Luying said.

"Are all these rich people so energetic?" Yu Luying wondered.

When Shen Jie returned to her hotel room, she knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.

Yu Luying already knew that Xiao Yao had gone out—after all, there was no treadmill in the room at Seven Days Inn—but she had to pretend she knew nothing.

Shen Jie took out her phone, dialed a speed dial number, and immediately yelled, "Where the hell have you been?"

"..."

"Go away, my foot! You took the room key, how are we supposed to get in?"

"..."

Shen Jie put down the phone, but Yu Luying, as if possessed, looked up at her and said, "Sister, you can be a little gentler with him."

As soon as she said those words, Yu Luying immediately regretted it—why should she interfere in how other people treated her boyfriend? It was like a dog trying to catch a mouse.

Not to mention that I myself am somewhat sensitive about my identity?

However, Shen Jie didn't seem to mind at all: "Silly girl still feels sorry for that guy—I'm incredibly gentle, okay?"

Yu Luying covered her mouth and laughed. Now she really liked this "incredibly gentle" and cute girl.

"Forget it, it's too awkward standing here," Shen Jie exclaimed. "Let's go ask the front desk if we can get another room key, and while we're at it, let's ask if we can add an extra bed."

“That’s not a good idea,” Yu Luying said weakly. “Strictly speaking, we are not residents here.”

"It's alright. The receptionist knows exactly what happened. They've already booked the room, so they won't make things difficult for us. I think that young lady is quite nice."

"Then you go ahead, I'll wait here."

"Then stay here and don't move."

"Then don't come back if you can't buy oranges."

Calling a woman in her twenties a "young girl" is ridiculous... Yu Luying thought to herself as she leaned against the door, slid down, and sat down.

She hugged her calves with both hands and fell into deep thought.

Although I have limited experience, I am not confused.

In the first semester of my first year of high school, the school even offered a special physiology and hygiene class.

Yu Luying remembers the classroom atmosphere at the time. The boys were generally excited, while the girls were a little shy, but overall, it was not much different from other classes.

That's how kids in Shanghai are; maybe because they've seen so much, they rarely make a fuss about anything easily.

I was doing my homework at the time, but I still listened attentively.

She knew that many boys—perhaps the vast majority of boys—had that kind of...bad habit.

She also knew that some girls—like her deskmate Zhou Yao—also had the habit of self-comfort.

Yu Luying had never experienced this—perhaps because, from a young age, her Sunday school teachers and priests had told her that it was a serious delusion and a sin.

However, the teacher in the physiology and hygiene class argued that this was normal, and that as long as it was not excessive, it was beneficial and harmless to both the body and mind, and there was no moral issue involved.

Having been brainwashed by two completely different ideologies since childhood, she was already used to this kind of cognitive contradiction.