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

Xiao Yao: "Bought on the spot?"

Yu Luying: "No, it's my mother's."

Xiao Yao: "Your mother wore this?!"

The boy suddenly felt no sexual desire.

“How could that be? It’s a new one, not even opened…” Yu Luying crossed out that line, then flipped the paper to the back and wrote four big characters: “That’s right, that’s it!!”

Then, he picked up the piece of paper and shoved it in front of Xiao Yao.

“Uh, oh, haha,” Xiao Yao said.

"Can we talk about something else?" Yu Luying asked coldly on purpose.

"Okay, okay." Xiao Yao picked up his pen, thinking about what the next topic of conversation should be.

Poetry? Novels? A grand adventure in the shadow world? The future, what will the future hold? Learning to cook? Or should we talk about what Shen Jie is doing now? How long will this phone call take?

"What a nutcase! Why would she talk to Yu Luying about what Shen Jie is doing? She has no emotional intelligence," Xiao Yao thought.

Shen Jie probably just didn't want to come out on purpose.

How could she possibly resist?!

Sigh, he still doesn't like me enough...

Lost in thought, Yu Luying pushed the draft paper over again.

Xiao Yao looked closely and saw that the paper read: "If I could become someone's bride someday, I would buy it and wear it for him."

The boy felt a sweet taste in his throat, his posture straightened, and his cheeks flushed.

Before he could reply, Yu Luying had already moved the draft paper back, tore off a page, ripped it into eight pieces, crumpled it into a ball, and squeezed it hard.

It's as if destroying evidence in this way can make it seem like nothing was ever discussed.

"Fifteen minutes have passed," the girl said with a serious yet lively smile. "Do your test."

"Do the test!" Xiao Yao shouted.

He began to face the physics exam paper, which seemed like an incomprehensible book, but his attention began to wander.

Speaking of which, from September last year when I met Yu Luying until May this year, Yu Luying only wore plain white cotton socks. But in the last two months, they have become more and more colorful and vibrant. Is it because summer has arrived, or is it because of symbiosis and being assimilated by my aesthetic sense?

Not just socks, but also clothes, skirts, shoes, I love everything she wears... every single piece hits my sweet spot perfectly.

Xiao Yao, stop daydreaming and do your homework!

Do the problems!

Do the problems!

A small ball rolls up and down a vertically upward inclined plane with an initial velocity v. The angle of inclination of the plane is θ, and the coefficient of friction is μ. What is half the speed of the ball when it reaches its highest point? ...

Xiao Yao sat quietly on the hard wooden chair. The old air conditioner in the room was not very effective at cooling, and the collar of his white T-shirt was slightly yellowed from sweat stains.

The boy was working diligently on his test paper, a pen between his teeth.

The walls of the room had long since peeled off, so all four sides were covered with old calendars from the 90s. Therefore, even during the day, one had to turn on the lights to read and study.

The young girl, Yu Luying, guided Xiao Yao with her slender fingers.

When explaining a complex problem in classical mechanics, their faces were almost touching.

They accidentally bumped cheeks together.

Xiao Yao and Yu Luying simultaneously felt a warm and soft touch, as gentle as a breeze.

The boy felt his cheeks burning, and a strange feeling welled up inside him. He instinctively ran away.

Yu Luying's face flushed slightly from the unexpected contact. She felt Xiao Yao's breath so close to hers that her heart began to race.

Their confusion and unease quickly dissipated in a brief moment. They both wanted to escape this awkward situation, but also longed to feel that fatal attraction again.

"No, I still can't do it." In the end, they heard each other's thoughts at the same time.

Then, they each moved their chairs back a little.

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Both of them felt a jolt in their hearts, then quickly pulled away. Even though they were apart, the doubled warmth of the touch lingered on their cheeks, refusing to fade.

Behind Yu Luying was the wardrobe that Xiao Yao passed by countless times every day. A faded poster of a football star was still pasted on its door. The old calendar pasted on the wall had some corners curled up, revealing the peeling paint, cement, and bricks behind it.

A strange smell of an old house lingered in the air, indescribable yet unpleasant. Fortunately, Xiao Yao was already used to it, and Yu Luying was also accustomed to it. As for Shen Jie… Xiao Yao felt he could understand why she increasingly preferred to stay in her daughter's room and was less and less willing to come over.

At least one of the reasons.

Although the room wasn't very nice, Xiao Yao felt that studying hard with Yu Luying here was something to be "deserved to drink a toast" and "a truly fortunate thing."

The boy felt that perhaps many years later, he would often miss this afternoon.

However, this tranquility was ruthlessly shattered—because a song drifted down from directly above Xiao Yao's head.

"Hello? Hello hello hello? Ah-huh! Huff, huff. Bang bang bang. My longing is an untouchable net, my longing is no longer a sea that has broken its banks!!! Why do I always think of you so deeply on those rainy days~~~"

Oh, not again. Xiao Yao held a pen between his fingers and hugged his head with both hands.

A large group of people upstairs started singing karaoke, with hurried footsteps moving around. The boy suspected that there were other people dancing inside.

Dust fell from the ceiling in a flurry. The old house had poor sound insulation, and the wailing and howling of the uncles and aunts could be heard coming down, not a single word of it in tune.

Where is my dream hometown...?

All I really want to do is study hard.

Clearly, this wasn't the first time Xiao Yao had been disturbed by noise from upstairs, but it was the first time he felt his home wasn't quite perfect.

"Because tomorrow... I will become someone else's bride... Let me think of you one last time!"

"What kind of jerk is she?" Xiao Yao slammed his hand on the table. "She's getting married tomorrow, and she's already thinking about other men today. How can she face her husband? Huh? Who is she facing?"

"Don't get distracted all the time," the girl said softly.

Yu Luying's expression was also unhappy, and Xiao Yao was finding it even harder to concentrate, becoming increasingly irritable.

"How about," Xiao Yao cautiously looked at Yu Luying, "we go to KFC instead?"

"Never mind," Yu Luying closed the notebook in front of her, "That's enough for today, I'm tired too."

I thought you wouldn't get tired, Xiao Yao thought.

"Will you continue tonight?" Xiao Yao asked her.

"Goodbye," Yu Luying shook her head, "Didn't Shen Jie say she was leaving tomorrow?"

Oh, I didn't know you had this concept!

"I understand," Xiao Yao said, feigning a moment's consideration.

"Let's read some poetry," Yu Luying said, pulling a magazine out of her bag.

"Great."

"She came prepared," Xiao Yao thought.

The boy finally sat back down on the hard sofa with Yu Luying and started reading "Poetry Journal" together.

Since Shen Jie moved to the future, the sofa has become very tidy, and even if it gets messy occasionally, it is very easy to clean up.

Xiao Yao's gaze swept across the magazine, then he couldn't help but steal a glance at Yu Luying's face. He knew perfectly well that her beauty and temperament were in no way inferior to Shen Jie's.

The girl's long skirt covered half of her calves when she was standing, but only reached her knees when she sat down. Now, because she was crossing her legs, her round knees were exposed. Although the pantyhose itself was not transparent, it was stretched open at the knees, vaguely revealing a glimpse of snow-white skin underneath.

This makes you really want to reach out and touch it.

Of course, this is just a thought.

The faint fragrance emanating from the girl was like the sweet scent of fruit in a summer orchard.

"Have you finished reading?" Yu Luying asked him. "Shall we turn to the next page?"

“Flip it,” Xiao Yao said.

Yu Luying slowly moved her arm, turned the pages of the book, and then moved closer to Xiao Yao's arm.

Xiao Yao felt her elbow lightly brush against his arm.

Xiao Yao felt Yu Luying's arm trembling slightly.

He couldn't help but fantasize that she would take his hand again in the next second.

Now that we're lovers, it would be perfectly reasonable and legal for me to reach out and slowly put my arm around her waist...

Wait, stop, stop.

Xiao Yao, oh Xiao Yao.

With your separation from Shen Jie imminent, you should be filled with frustration right now. You shouldn't be thinking about causing any more trouble, let alone with other women.

The boy shifted his position, moving his bottom outwards by 2-3 centimeters.

The girl's hand twitched slightly, but she didn't actually attack.