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

……

……

The boy frowned, gently pushed the girl away, put her legs down, and then reached out to grab her wrist and remove her from his body.

"Meow meow meow?" Shen Jie raised her head, staring with her slightly dazed eyes, and stretched out her right hand to draw a question mark in the air.

Although Xiao Yao's soul soared as high as the Oriental Pearl TV Tower, his heart could not guide him in the right direction.

If the Chinese server of Bloodline II announces that it will be shut down in two months, even without a monthly card, Xiao Yao will definitely not be in the mood to level up, farm equipment, collect gold coins, or engage in PvP.

For him, all interaction and happiness are destined to be tasteless when there is no future.

“Alright, we’re going to be good friends now,” Xiao Yao heard a strange voice say, “anything else would be indecent.”

But that voice was undoubtedly his own.

"Really?" Shen Jie turned her head sharply, her bright eyes sparkling, "You agreed?"

Xiao Yao remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.

Shen Jie seemed quite happy. After thinking for a moment, she put her right index finger to the corner of her mouth and said, "How about we become best friends again tomorrow?"

Now it was Xiao Yao's turn to ask in confusion: "You say tomorrow, so it's tomorrow? Don't I have any dignity?"

"Okay then." The girl's expression turned somewhat disappointed. "Then, I'm going to take a shower."

Shen Jie reached out and hooked her sock top, inserting her index finger inside, and tried to pull the sports sock down.

Xiao Yao wanted to stop him, but then forced himself to remain silent.

The girl pulled down half of her right sock, revealing her fair and smooth ankle and half of her sole.

Xiao Yao stared longingly, almost ready to surrender.

Then, with a "whoosh," she quickly tucked her half-exposed toe back into her sock.

“Yes, I said tomorrow, so it’s tomorrow,” the girl said cheerfully. “What, you’re not convinced?”

Before Xiao Yao could react, Shen Jie swiftly raised her left leg high, and then, under Xiao Yao's surprised gaze, gently placed her left foot on his stomach.

Then, he curled his toes there.

……

"Young Miss, I dare not disobey," Xiao Yao replied honestly.

The girl smiled and said, "Hmph, that's more like it. What I give you is yours, and if I want to give it to you, you can't refuse."

“Long live the QUEEN!” Xiao Yao shouted.

Shen Jie playfully hummed again and placed her right foot on Xiao Yao's chest.

At this distance, it was quite close to his nose. Through the thin air in between, Xiao Yao could already smell a slightly sour and fresh scent of sweat—which was not surprising, after all, Shen Jie and Xiao Yao had been running around in the scorching sun all day, roaming all over Shanghai.

Even the smell of sweat couldn't mask the youthful energy emanating from the girl's toes.

The scent carries a hint of sweetness, like a wildflower picked on an adventure.

Xiao Yao noticed that her socks had some black marks from the friction of her shoes. Despite walking all day, the soles of her socks were still very clean, with only a little dust. There was a black horizontal line at the top of the socks.

The boy didn't move, and neither did the girl; they just stared at each other.

Xiao Yao knew that one can of beer wouldn't get her drunk; at most, she'd just feel a little high.

"Phew..." The girl let out a long breath, maintaining the strange posture of using the boy as a footrest, and said, "After I go back, you have to take good care of yourself and Tianyun, okay?"

"I understand." Xiao Yao tried to keep his tone calm.

"Don't leave your clothes lying around, remember to brush your teeth and wash your face every day, take a shower every day, keep your room tidy, and don't pile up the sofa in a mess..."

"You have the nerve to say that," Xiao Yao gently stroked her feet, "It's you who leaves your clothes lying around, I pick them up for you every day, and you're the one who piled up the sofa..."

"You need to study hard. If you have to repeat a grade, I really won't play with you anymore, you hear me?" Shen Jie continued, "When washing clothes, dark-colored clothes and light-colored clothes should be washed separately, otherwise the light-colored clothes will get stained, understand?"

"Who will wash your underwear after you go back?" Xiao Yao asked her. "A live-in housekeeper?"

The girl nodded.

"I was hoping that one day Miss would help me wash up," Xiao Yao chuckled, "but it seems there's no chance."

"I'll wash it for you today—" Shen Jie announced proudly, "but I don't know how, so you'll have to teach me."

Xiao Yao was taken aback. He instinctively wanted to be polite, but then worried that if he was too polite, she would be impolite. So he nodded and said, "Okay."

“When I get back,” Shen Jie told him, “I will definitely say good morning and good night to you, even when I’m in the United States.”

“Then we’ll have to say good morning twice a day and good night twice a day—once at noon and once in the evening,” Xiao Yao said with a forced smile.

"What, are you annoyed?" Shen Jie glared at her.

"How could that be? Whatever Miss says goes." Xiao Yao took another big gulp of wine, trying to wash away the frustration in his heart.

“Every day you need to tell me what Tianyun is doing, how she is, and send me messages, photos, and MMS messages,” Shen Jie’s feet began to wander lightly. “If she doesn’t come home at night again, you absolutely cannot let her go.”

"Okay." Xiao Yao nodded, his nose felt sore as if it were soaking in a dish of vinegar, and then two streams of hot liquid slid down his cheeks.

A man doesn't easily shed tears, so Xiao Yao hurriedly reached out to wipe them away, but the girl had already withdrawn her feet and crawled over to him on her knees on the bed.

She wiped away one of Xiao Yao's tears.

Xiao Yao felt an itchy sensation on his cheeks from the stimulation of her taste buds.

then……

……

Xiao Yao could no longer tell whose saliva or whose tears were in his mouth.

"Lie down properly." Shen Jie released Xiao Yao's head, wiped her eyes, and let out a soft sob.

"Mm," Xiao Yao said.

Shen Jie climbed up and sat down opposite Xiao Yao again: "Don't cry anymore, or I'll wipe your tears with my foot."

"That's good too."

"Disgusting," Shen Jie commented, placing her feet on Xiao Yao's stomach again.

Chapter 159 Nightmare

2023-07-31

This is not what Xiao Yao wants today; he cannot stop here.

A parting gift? We need to increase the quantity.

The boy reached out and grabbed the girl's left ankle, roughly removing it.

"Huh?" Shen Jie looked at him in surprise.

Before she could react, Xiao Yao pounced on her like a tiger.

Are you the Queen, your Majesty? And I am your King.

I am not just Don Quixote, but also Philip II, King of Spain, the rightful husband of Mary, Queen of Scots, with a powerful claim to the British Isles, commanding the invincible Armada, about to cross the English Channel to uphold justice for the Spanish people.

Shen Jie leaned her head against the foot of the bed, looking at him calmly—though perhaps not so calmly.

Xiao Yao turned back and took the pillow, placing it behind the girl's head.

"Lift your head up."

"Thank you." The girl smiled at this small act of kindness.

--split line--

Late at night, the streets of Nanhui University Town were no longer brightly lit, and the population dwindled.

Pedestrians hurried past, and few shops and restaurants were still open.

Under the streetlights, the alleyway was exceptionally quiet.

Occasionally, the sounds of cars and footsteps broke the silence.

Moonlight filtered through the treetops, casting swathes of silver, making the trees appear deep and mysterious under the moonlight.

The night travelers hurried along with their heads down, only occasionally stopping to gaze at the starry sky, immersing themselves in the tranquility of the night.

On the roads surrounding Nanhui University Town, several young people rode bicycles, letting the night breeze carry them through the cool air, easily blending into the night.

Under the moonlight, the highway and river looked like shimmering silver threads, reflecting every ray of light and shadow.

Suddenly, a young man stopped his car, put down his footrest, gazed at the river, and fell silent.

"What's wrong?" A girl saw this and also squeezed the front and rear brakes, stopped her bike, took off her cycling helmet, and walked towards her male companion.

"What did you see?" the young man asked the girl.

"What? What?" the girl asked, bewildered. "Water, it's all water."

The river flowed silently like a black ribbon, with faint lights scattered along the banks illuminating its surface, making the dark water appear somewhat eerie and terrifying.

Occasionally, a small boat would pass by, creating ripples on the river and bringing a touch of liveliness to the scene.

Tall trees stood on both sides of the river, their branches twinkling with starlight. Some leaves swayed gently in the breeze, rustling softly, and the night added a touch of mystery to the scene.