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

When Xiao Yao and Shen Jie returned home, both of them were soaked in sweat.

He first accompanied Shen Jie to the emergency room of the First People's Hospital to get a tetanus shot before returning home, arriving quite late at the time.

In such heavy rain, no umbrella or raincoat could help; the girl's red scarf, which had once fluttered so boldly in the palace, now clung limply to her neck.

The school uniform clung to her body, outlining her beautiful curves.

The water droplets glistened on her clothes, revealing a faint pink hue underneath.

Then, they dripped onto the ground, forming small puddles next to the soaked sandals, making the person look extremely disheveled.

The two had no intention of lingering, so they opened the door and went straight into the room reflected in the mirror.

Although Shen Tianyun's room wasn't large, it was decorated very warmly. A thick, light green carpet covered the floor, giving it a soft and cozy feel. The walls were covered with photos of a young girl—Xiao Yao's favorite was one of her swinging a tennis racket, hitting the ball with all her might; every time he saw it, a smile would involuntarily creep onto his face.

The room was the same as before they left, with the small blanket covered in cat heads haphazardly piled on the bed.

Shen Tianyun wasn't home. As soon as Shen Jie crawled out of the closet, she unzipped her school uniform, revealing a light pink bra. Then she took off her black knee-length shorts, revealing light yellow underwear, and threw her top and shorts on the carpet.

The room was dark, and her body, in the dim light, resembled a white jade sculpture, as if it were glowing.

Xiao Yao glanced at them several times without making a sound before stepping forward and picking up the two wet clothes.

He was somewhat surprised by Shen Jie's "casualness," but secretly pleased—not because he wanted to take advantage of her, but mainly because he used this to gauge the relationship and distance between them.

He watched as the girl took off her sandals, flicked her delicate white feet in the air, and some water droplets came out.

Then, she reached behind her back and placed her hand on the clasp of her bra.

Xiao Yao held his breath.

Seeing that Xiao Yao still had no intention of turning around, she rolled her eyes at him impatiently, stretched out her right hand, and drew a big question mark in the air.

Okay, let's clarify the bottom line.

"Don't throw your clothes on the ground, just give them to me..." Xiao Yao turned around and kept nagging.

Shen Jie didn't speak. Xiao Yao listened to the rustling sound of her taking off her clothes and returned to the room in 2004.

He put her wet clothes into the laundry basket, then threw his own wet clothes in as well, changed into a new pair of underwear, then found a large towel, filled a basin with hot water from the thermos in the soap dish, and went back into his daughter's room.

Shen Jie had already changed into her pajamas. Xiao Yao went over and helped her dry her wet hair and body.

"Alright, I'll do it myself," the girl said coldly. "You should also wipe yourself down quickly, lest you catch a cold again."

"I just recovered from a cold, so I have time to cool down." Xiao Yao didn't let Shen Jie take the towel away, but naturally hugged the girl and gently wiped the water off her hair and body.

As he held the little girl in his arms and wiped her down, Xiao Yao felt as if she were his own daughter.

The girl's body was very hot.

"Alright, you can do it yourself now." Xiao Yao handed her the towel, then picked up the light pink and light yellow underwear that was on the dining table, returned to his soap dish, and soaked it in the sink first.

Then, he filled a basin with hot water and went back to the room to let Shen Jie soak her feet.

He carefully placed the girl's foot into the basin of water, then took out some mercurochrome, applied it with a cotton swab, and used it to clean the wound on Shen Jie's right knee.

The wound had already been treated at the hospital, but the gauze was soaked by the rain, so Xiao Yao reapplied the medicine for her.

Actually, before Shen Jie knew about the symbiosis, I had been washing her underwear for a long time, but ever since the word "breakup" was uttered, this task seemed to have fallen to my daughter.

Today, when I took her clothes out to wash again, the girl didn't object. Coupled with her "casualness" in front of me earlier, did this mean that I had been forgiven?

Xiao Yao's lips curled up slightly again.

"Hiss—" When the red medicine touched the girl's knee wound, the girl subconsciously shrank back, but Xiao Yao grabbed her knee.

"Bear with the pain, it'll be over in a minute," Xiao Yao said.

"Mm," Shen Jie said.

Xiao Yao continued to lower his head and carefully cleaned Shen Jie's wound.

Shen Jie suddenly stretched out her smooth, jade-like foot and gently kicked Xiao Yao's chest.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yao paused for a moment, then looked up.

"What exactly are you thinking?" Shen Jie asked, her face tense and looking very angry.

"What do you mean, what were you thinking?" Xiao Yao asked, puzzled.

"What were you thinking just now? Were you trying to sacrifice yourself, thinking you were so great?" Shen Jie's tone grew increasingly stern: "Don't play dumb, it was right there in the graduation ceremony auditorium!"

Xiao Yao recalled the girl who ran towards him through a sea of ​​fire, and the ice axe that held the mechanism in place.

"How could that be?" Xiao Yao understood Shen Jie's meaning and deliberately laughed lightly, "I'm the most timid person, and I'm afraid of death. How could I possibly want to sacrifice myself so easily?"

"You're lying!" Shen Jie kicked him again, not hard. "You just love taking that chivalrous stuff seriously. You clearly wanted to stay there and let the three of us go, so you could play the hero."

Xiao Yao remained silent, continuing to apply the red medicine to Shen Jie.

"Have you ever thought that if something happens to you, I—our silly sister—might also be implicated by you? Who knows if symbiosis means symbiosis or symbiosis?" Shen Jie continued relentlessly.

"Alright," Xiao Yao smiled, "I know my wife cares about me the most and loves me the most."

"Don't be shameless," Shen Jie sneered. "We're just friends now, okay? Who's worried about you? I'm worried about Tianyun being affected! Xiao Yao, have you thought about this? Your life isn't just your own; it's related to—"

"Alright," Xiao Yao said, though he felt that Shen Jie was just being hypocritical because she cared about him. But he was still a little unhappy to hear her say, "We're just friends now, okay?" "Shen Jie, let me ask you, if something happens to me, will you remain a widow or remarry?"

"What do you mean by 'widowhood and remarriage'? That sounds awful!"

"If something happens to me, will you marry someone else?"

"Of course I will," the girl retorted, "Are you kidding me? I'm only 17. You want me to live a life of widowhood for you? You're dreaming!"

Xiao Yao chuckled inwardly. First of all, it was either "living a widow" or "widow" in a way. Secondly, Shen Jie had still been led into the preconceived marital context by him.

“But I don’t want you to marry someone else, I don’t want you to sleep with someone else.” Xiao Yao raised his head and said in a deliberately innocent tone.

"shameless!"

"So don't worry, I haven't even married you yet, how could I bear to die?" Xiao Yao smiled and said, "I absolutely dare not die before you. I dare not die until you die, even if it's just a minute later. When you die, I must make sure you are holding my hand."

“You…” Shen Jie was speechless.

“I…” Xiao Yao deliberately mimicked her words, then lowered his head again.

Suddenly, I felt a small, delicate hand cover my head and rub it.

The boy didn't move, and the hand quickly moved away again.

"Also, you seem quite concerned about that Zhao Xiaomei?" Shen Jie started a new question, continuing to pose a challenge.

"You're crazy," Xiao Yao immediately understood what Shen Jie was talking about: "You're jealous about matters of life and death?"

"Who wants to be jealous of you? I'm saying you jumped from such a high place without thinking, and you acted like you'd lost your soul just because you saw her. How do you know if she's even real? Xiao Yao, you'll always remember this: when you act impulsively, think of Tian Yun more often—"

"Shen Jie, do you know, I really wish the person I coexist with was you." Xiao Yao suddenly interrupted her and changed the subject.

"What?" This time it was Shen Jie's turn to be taken aback.

“That way, when you get injured, half of the pain can be transferred to me—if possible, I hope it’s all of it,” Xiao Yao told her. “The pain is on your body, but it’s in my heart.”

"Xiao Yao, do you remember? I've told you many times that I don't like you because I dislike glib-tongued people—"

“Shen Jie, I’m not happy with what you said.” Xiao Yao said seriously, “Because I’m fucking telling the truth, at least this time—please show some respect.”

"Uh... fine then." The girl stuck out her tongue slightly. "It's all your fault."

Xiao Yao recalled the last winter vacation when he was still obsessed with Yu Luying. He couldn't stay at home during the vacation, and when Xiao Xiong told him that Yu Luying was participating in group dance rehearsals at school, he ran to the school and secretly watched her outside the rehearsal room.

Yu Luying had a move that required her to kneel on the ground. Because she couldn't get it right during rehearsals, she kept standing up and kneeling down, and even the knee area of ​​her skirt looked a bit worn.

When Zhou Yao told Xiao Yao that Yu Luying's knees were all red, Xiao Yao felt heartache for the first time and felt the feeling of "how wonderful it would be if I were the one who got hurt".

At that time, Xiao Yao went to a sports store far away to buy a pair of knee pads and asked Zhou Yao to give them to Yu Luying in her own name, because he knew that Yu Luying would not wear them if she knew that they were given to her by Xiao Yao.

The girl who once made his heart ache is now by his side, just as he wished. However, his feelings for her are no longer as strong as they were six months ago. Instead, they have been magnified and projected onto the short girl in front of him.

At least this time, he could legitimately apply the medicine to her and take care of her daily needs, instead of having to use someone else's name to give her a pair of knee braces. Thinking of this, Xiao Yao felt a surge of joy, followed by gratitude towards Shen Jie.

He suddenly kissed Shen Jie's other knee.

"What are you doing? It's dirty!"

"..."

"Xiao Yao, there's something I've been wanting to apologize to you about."

"Huh?" Xiao Yao put down the red medicine in his hand and clumsily began to apply gauze to the wound, but he couldn't get it to stick properly.

“I’ll do it myself,” Shen Jie said. “It was the night before last, the night before last, that I got really angry with you. I said things like, I’m not your Doraemon, I blame you for not studying, for not being ambitious, those kinds of things…”

"Oh, those things," Xiao Yao said calmly, though she was pleased to hear Shen Jie apologize to her. "You didn't say anything wrong."

“No, it would be unreasonable for me to blame you at that time,” Shen Jie insisted. “You haven’t been studying properly for a day or two. It was like this when I first met you. Then you started living with the silly girl, so you couldn’t study even if you wanted to. I… I shouldn’t have said those sarcastic things to provoke you when you were in trouble. Your… your teacher Song was right about me.”

"It's all in the past, and I've never blamed you." Actually, Xiao Yao had blamed you, but given the circumstances, that was all he could say.

Love is when she's willing to give you a way out, and you're willing to take it, Xiao Yao thought.

The boy lifted the girl's bare feet out of the basin, dried them, and then gently stood up.

“Teacher Song…” Xiao Yao pounded his lower back twice.

"What do you think will happen to your teacher, Mr. Song?" Shen Jie finally asked the question.

After leaving Song Haijian's hall, Xiao Yao, Shen Jie, Yu Luying, and Yu Bo tacitly refrained from mentioning Song Haijian's fate again.