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

"I love Huan!" Shen Jie made a cheering gesture and skipped forward like a primary school girl.

"Is it better than No. 4 Middle School, No. 7 Middle School, or No. 54 Middle School?" Xiao Yao said.

"Baby~~~~ Why did you have to take time off work for such a small thing as being sick?"

more study

Baby

You dare to go home before the self-study session is even over?

"No, no study!" Shen Jie didn't answer Xiao Yao's question. She just kept humming in her off-key voice, jumping up and down, spinning 180 degrees in the air, and then walking backward a few steps.

Xiao Yao sang the song with her, and the two of them felt the same way at that moment—it seemed that as long as they were immersed in this atmosphere, they could pretend that the upcoming separation did not exist.

The boy bought two cans of beer and two cans of LIO at the convenience store. The two of them walked arm in arm into "Xi Yuan," a restaurant that "welcomes new and old students." They asked for a regular room for 128 yuan.

After skillfully inserting the room key into the slot, Xiao Yao turned off all the lights and carefully checked the four corners of the room for any hidden cameras for Shen Jie.

“Clear,” Xiao Yao told Shen Jie.

"Turn on the light!" Shen Jie put her bag on the TV cabinet, walked to the bed, and plopped down.

Xiao Yao casually turned on a lamp, quickly walked to the bedside, squatted down, and began to take off Shen Jie's steaming little leather shoes.

The girl lifted her feet up, leaving them suspended in mid-air, causing Xiao Yao's hand to miss its target.

Xiao Yao looked up at Shen Jie's face, somewhat confused.

The girl nonchalantly unzipped a can of beer, tilted her head back, and gulped down a large mouthful.

"First, go take a shower," Shen Jie commanded, pointing towards the bathroom in an unquestionable tone.

Chapter 158 The Night of Parting

2023-04-11

Xiao Yao pressed his hands against the bathroom wall, letting the rushing water flow from his neck down his back and drip to his heels.

To be honest, it's really hot today. After running around all day, it's extremely pleasant to take a hot shower.

Xiao Yao applied some shampoo to his hair, rubbed it for a while, then stepped back, letting the hot water from the showerhead wash over his head.

The foam mixed with hot water flowed down his face, and Xiao Yao found the scent of the shampoo quite pleasant. However, as some of it trickled down his cheeks and into the corners of his mouth, he only tasted bitter.

This reminded him of the tear he tasted while sitting on the net bridge.

What was the reason for her tears?

Xiao Yao knew that he was just pretending that he couldn't answer the question he had asked.

After rinsing his hair clean, he turned off the hot water, tore open the small packet of shower gel provided by the hotel, and began to scrub his entire body.

Can I really give a proper answer to the question raised by Shen Jie?

Nobody dislikes watching pretty girls awkwardly dance, but awkward dancing doesn't solve the problem.

Feeding each other in the cafeteria didn't solve the problem.

Intimate behavior that violates the Code of Conduct and the Daily Behavior Guidelines will not solve the problem.

Xiao Yao knew that Shen Jie was waiting for his answer; she had been waiting all afternoon and all night.

He turned on the hot water and rinsed off the foam covering his body.

Shen Jie needs to go home; it's only a matter of time. Although I'm reluctant to let her go, I can't stop her—there's no reason to stop her.

Besides, I had already blurted out "You should go back tomorrow" while I was eating in the cafeteria. Although I regretted it a little now, a gentleman's word is his bond.

What needs to be considered is Shen Jie's thirteen-point suggestion: to be "special good friends" and then let him "act like a hooligan" with the silly girl.

The core of this proposal is nothing but thuggery.

Even before the epileptic seizure occurred on the bus, I was already inclined to oppose the proposal.

Even disregarding moral principles, he believed it was a beautiful trap.

However, Xiao Yao did not dare to directly refute Shen Jie's "discussion".

First of all, he felt that Shen Jie's idea was not a sudden whim, but rather something she had come prepared for.

Once this girl has made up her mind about something, she can't be fooled by playing around or hugging.

Despite her small stature, the soul she possesses rivals that of the proud Queen Mary.

Secondly, although Shen Jie said "No rush, take your time to think about it," she asked several times, which shows that she was looking forward to her answer.

Third, although she claimed, "I will not force a decision, and everything will be based on your conclusion. I will listen to you," Xiao Yao thought that this was all to save face for himself.

If one is unwilling to be dignified, the Queen probably won't mind helping one to be dignified.

Admittedly, she's unlikely to go back on her word, but... since I've already put pressure on her, if that pressure doesn't ease, and she tries to be cold and perfunctory towards me when she gets back, I'll be completely helpless.

In fact, she had already made it very clear when we were on the tree-lined path.

"Anyway, whatever your decision is, I'll be busy in my senior year of high school, and we'll still be separated when we get to the US."

Do I have a way to control her?

Maybe not.

Be confident, and remove the word "maybe".

If a hard approach doesn't work, then a soft approach is the only solution?

My former mentor, Song Haijian, once said that there was no solution to Xixi, and Wei Junjie—that shouldn't be shameful.

The Records of the Three Kingdoms, Volume 39, Shu Shu 9, also states, "Winning hearts is the best strategy, attacking cities is the worst. Psychological warfare is the best strategy, military warfare is the worst."

Xiao Yao turned off the water in the bathroom, opened the glass door of the shower room, and wrapped a large bath towel around his waist.

What exactly does she want?

What if it's freedom?

Is it freedom from being imprisoned by anyone, including Xiao Yao?

Can I give it to her?

He felt a sense of bewilderment; the speech he had prepared, which he thought was perfect, seemed to have become riddled with holes.

--split line--

Although the 128-yuan double room wasn't luxurious, it was comfortably furnished. The room was clean and bright, and the simple decor gave Xiao Yao a sense of peace.

This chapter has been abridged and is available in the group files.

A not-so-spacious double bed sits slightly to the right of the center of the room, with a slightly refreshing decorative painting hanging on the wall above the bed.

A beautiful girl was sitting on the clean white sheets and duvet cover.

Xiao Yao had spent more than half a month with this beautiful girl, and now, looking at her face, he no longer felt the same way he did when they first met. But when he tried to describe her beauty in words, he, who always prided himself on his literary talent, found himself at a loss for words.

After racking my brains for a long time, I could only come up with a few phrases like "big, bright eyes", "small face, super white skin", "pure and beautiful, yet with a subtle sense of distance", and "like a meticulously retouched CG painting from the Tianyun era".

At this moment, her short hair hung wearily over her fair neck, and her Dior shoes had been taken off and neatly placed beside the bed.

Her white shorts had a simple design with some artificially designed rough edges, revealing her thighs that were just as Xiao Yao described—almost glowing white.

The girl didn't notice Xiao Yao. She hugged her knees with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at the turned-on television, which was silent.

Xiao Yao's gaze finally fell on the pair of small feet encased in white athletic socks.

Sports socks are different from ordinary cotton socks. Both the cuff and the body of the sock are very tight, fitting snugly to the instep and outlining a beautiful curve.

This morning, Shen Jie wore these socks, lifting her chin to wake herself up for her morning run. She wore them inside her sneakers during her run, accompanied the girl to Mass at church, and attended a meeting with Father Yu and others. Around noon, they were slipped into her leather shoes, and she rode under the scorching sun all the way from her home to Nanhui University Town. In the evening, she walked the entire campus of Tsinghua University, even dancing on the internet bridge…

Considering the sweat-wicking properties of athletic socks, Xiao Yao could hardly imagine what it would be like inside.

To his surprise, the socks were still white, just not as bright as they had been in the morning.

The girl's toes twitched playfully, and Xiao Yao noticed a tiny bit of blackening on the sole of her sock, but it was very subtle and almost invisible.

Girls are truly amazing creatures, Xiao Yao thought. While taking off his socks in the shower just now, he noticed his socks… well, it's best not to go into detail.

How on earth did she do it?

Above Shen Jie's round ankles, the brand logo of the socks was printed, and the socks' texture had been stretched and thinned, fitting tightly to Shen Jie's feet.

Xiao Yao walked to the other side of the bed, climbed onto it, and leaned against Shen Jie.

He casually picked up a beer can from the bedside table, finding it as light as a feather: "Damn, he finished it all by himself?"

“Hehe,” Shen Jie said.

He's just being cute.

He pulled the tab on another can of beer and took a big gulp. The icy liquid went down his throat, the foam slightly bitter, with a hint of malt.

He pondered how to bring it up with Shen Jie.

Shen Jie had thought that Xiao Yao would come straight for her feet after taking a shower, but instead he was sitting on the bed, staring intently at the TV, seemingly lost in thought. So she quietly crawled over and tugged at Xiao Yao's arm: "Meow?"

Xiao Yao caught a faint smell of alcohol wafting from Shen Jie's mouth and glanced at her, then said, "Woof."

"Meow~~~" Shen Jie rested her head on Xiao Yao's arm, placed one hand on his chest, and casually draped her smooth thigh over Xiao Yao's body.