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

“Yu Luying,” Xiao Yao stretched out his hands and placed them on her shoulders, deliberately speaking in a tender tone, “Look into my eyes. Yu Luying, your people are my people; your God is my God.”

Yu Luying half-stood up, leaned forward, and swiftly approached Xiao Yao, pecking at his cheek like a little bird.

The chair beneath Xiao Yao made a screeching sound as it scraped against the floor. The boy covered his cheek, sitting there blankly as if he had been slapped.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Yu Luying sat back down in her seat and buried her face in her hands. "Even if physics doesn't exist anymore, the physics exam will live on forever—give me the paper!"

Chapter 188 My Period Hasn't Come

2023-05-11

While working on the physics exam, Xiao Yao's mind was already wandering.

The spot on my face where Yu Luying's lips had just kissed me was still a little warm. I didn't know if it was my face that was burning or the girl next to me.

The warmth of my skin still lingered on my lips, which felt rather strange.

Xiao Yao never expected that his impulsive quote of scripture, "Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God," which he himself did not understand, would unexpectedly elicit such a strong reaction from Yu Luying, and he was secretly delighted.

At the same time, this promise, which he made somewhat too easily, was more "heavy" than he had imagined, and it inevitably gave rise to new anxieties.

However, it doesn't really matter. Anyway, I am Don Quixote, and Shen Jie is obviously interested in this "Tao". So let's "seek the truth as the road ahead is long and arduous".

Having initially convinced himself, he began to enjoy the summer afternoon with a clear conscience.

The air conditioner was set very low, and Xiao Yao even felt a little cold.

He was a little sleepy, but he was too embarrassed to ask to sleep in someone else's house.

The two pens scratched across the exam papers, making a series of soft, rustling sounds.

Xiao Yao leaned back slightly, and when he looked down, he could see Yu Luying's little feet sticking out under the table.

These girl's cotton socks are simple and refreshing, presenting a pure white tone without any patterns or decorations, as if all the glitz and glamour have been left behind. The socks are made of soft and comfortable pure cotton fabric, with a gentle and delicate texture that makes the boy want to touch them.

One or two centimeters below the sock's hem was a perfectly rounded ankle, which accentuated the girl's long, straight legs, making it look like a perfect painting. The girl's feet were beautifully shaped and slender, with a smooth arch and a rounded, non-protruding heel, captivating Xiao Yao. Against the backdrop of the pure white cotton socks, the girl's feet appeared even more delicate and beautiful.

"What are you looking at?" Yu Luying asked calmly.

"Look at my 80-point reward." Now that their relationship had made another positive breakthrough, Xiao Yao became even bolder and more shameless.

"What's going on in your head?" Yu Luying tapped his head with the book in her hand.

"It hurts," Xiao Yao said.

"Do you think I don't know whether it hurts or not?" Yu Luying said.

“That’s different. It’s not a one-to-one replica now,” Xiao Yao said. “Yingying.”

"what?"

"Let me massage your feet to help you relax."

“Ha,” Yu Luying feigned anger, “My mom is a medical student, and you’re going to give me this random massage—I’m telling you, you won’t get to heaven like this.”

“Then what should we do?” Xiao Yao said. “If you go in and I can’t go, won’t we be separated?”

"You know that's good," Yu Luying smiled, "So you should be a person with a pure heart."

Xiao Yao nodded to indicate that he humbly accepted the answer.

Yu Luying moved her chair back a step and then reached out to take off her socks.

Xiao Yao felt a chill run down his spine.

Her fingers gently tugged at the stocking, sliding it down little by little, as if composing a beautiful melody for the stocking.

As the socks came off, the girl's bare feet were gradually revealed.

Her bare feet were slender and long, with beautiful arches and evenly spaced toes, pink and soft, like delicate flower buds, captivating the heart. The soles of her feet were smooth and delicate, without a trace of wear or roughness, as if the softest and warmest part of a young girl's heart was presented before the boy's eyes.

As the girl neatly folded her cotton socks, her fingers gently manipulated each crease, as if drawing a perfect period to the finished product. The entire movement was fluid and graceful, like a perfect turn in an exquisite ballet performance. In that instant, her elegance and innocence blended perfectly together.

Xiao Yao reached out his hands gratefully to take it, but only managed to grab empty air.

"What are you doing?" Yu Luying stood up. "I'm doing this to prevent you from falling into temptation."

She rummaged through the chest of drawers, found a small plastic bag, and stuffed the socks she was holding into it.

Then, she waved to Xiao Yao from afar: "Don't forget, 80 points for each subject."

After saying that, he opened the drawer of the chest of drawers and put the plastic bag inside.

They even put a small lock on it.

You really know how to use a carrot on a stick, Xiao Yao thought.

Compared to Shen Jie, you are really stingy and not generous.

"What are you thinking about?" Yu Luying asked him.

"You've only been wearing this for a morning, right?" Xiao Yao answered honestly, "Maybe it's not strong enough?... Don't pinch, it hurts. It's okay if it hurts me, I'm just worried about you..."

Xiao Yao begged for mercy repeatedly.

“It’s okay, I’m not afraid of hardship, dirt, fatigue, or pain,” Yu Luying said, adding a bit more pressure to her hand. “As long as you’re not afraid of pain, you can keep saying disgusting things.”

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll change—" Xiao Yao said with a bitter face, "Stop pinching me, I have something important to ask you."

"You'd better be sure it's something serious," Yu Luying warned.

“It’s a very serious matter,” Xiao Yao assured him.

"Ask." Yu Luying loosened her fingers.

Xiao Yao wanted to discuss with Yu Luying the issue of enriching the "reward mechanism". After all, there are currently only two levels, 60 points and 80 points. It would be best to add new rewards in every 5 points to achieve the best incentive effect.

However, it's hard to say whether Yu Luying would believe this is a "serious matter," so let's ask something else first.

“You said before,” Xiao Yao carefully chose his words, “that your father—that man—abandoned your mother before you were even born.”

Hearing Xiao Yao bring up the matter again, Yu Luying felt somewhat displeased, but she didn't show it.

“But…didn’t they divorce later? I remember—” Xiao Yao continued.

Yu Luying interrupted him: "At that time, my mother told that man that she would never have an abortion, and she pleaded with him to stay."

"After weighing all the factors, the man still married my mother because she was pregnant."

“I see…” Xiao Yao said.

"Well, in my memory," Yu Luying recalled, "when I was little, my parents' relationship was pretty good. But later on, they started arguing more and more. I guess it was because of those personality clashes and conflicts that existed before their marriage, which they eventually couldn't suppress anymore?"

“That’s right,” Xiao Yao said.

"Finally, when I was nine years old, my father passed away. That's it."

Father? It must have been a slip of the tongue.

"That……"

"Xiao Yao," Yu Luying leaned forward slightly, "from now on, unless it's absolutely necessary, please don't bring this up again, okay?"

"Okay," Xiao Yao said.

“Especially…” Yu Luying reminded her, “in front of my mother.”

"Okay," Xiao Yao said.

Time flies, and the next week passed quickly for Xiao Yao.

These days were fulfilling, simple, and monotonous for him.

Most of my time was spent doing practice problems. Once you grasp the essentials and tricks of math, physics, and chemistry, the rest is as easy as being cured of constipation.

The only thing that limits problem-solving speed and the potential for improvement is innate intelligence.

When Yu Luying had family matters to attend to or needed to rest, Xiao Yao would steal a moment from his busy schedule to pick up his pen again and write his novel.

He abandoned the idea of ​​plagiarizing future works. Leaving aside whether these future masterpieces would fetch a price today, what he truly needed was societal recognition of his talent, not the eight or ten thousand yuan in royalties. Copying works he couldn't fully understand, deceiving the world and stealing fame, would only drown him in a sea of ​​lies.

The boy wanted to earn the money with his own hands to buy Shen Jie a ring and give her a big surprise.

Although he did not intend to plagiarize, reading science fiction works did inspire him with new ideas and creativity.

His thoughts flowed like a spring, and his writing flowed effortlessly. The only thing limiting him, besides his physical strength, was his writing speed. The boy longed for his own laptop even more than before, but he dared not squander the money in his card. Even if he discussed it with Shen Jie, it would seem like he was asking for a gift—which seemed to put the cart before the horse and was not on his mind.

His relationship with Shen Tianyun remained lukewarm. Although he had always wanted to have a proper talk with her, he had never found the right opportunity. They did not formally reconcile, nor did they quarrel again. When they met, they could at least exchange a few words about everyday matters.

He didn't get to see his daughter very often, because she started working long hours every day, and her complexion was getting healthier and healthier. Xiao Yao felt sorry for her, but training wasn't something to slack off on. Although he was helpless, he was still somewhat relieved.

His daily life is like this: He gets up in the morning, usually around nine o'clock, opens his phone, and Shen Jie's good morning message should already be in his QQ. Occasionally, she will share some new things, or the dreams she had last night.

Actually, the girl didn't have much to share, because day and night she was under the supervision of four tutors, doing something similar to Xiao Yao—doing practice problems.

They don't contact each other much during the day, usually exchanging MMS messages around noon to share their lunch.

After breakfast, Xiao Yao would call Yu Luying—or the latter would call him first—to find out whether to go to the church first or to meet directly at the bridge.

Leveling up was a daily routine every morning, while Yu Bo's summer course was held every two days. Although Brother Bo said it was "voluntary," Xiao Yao couldn't bear to disappoint Yu Luying's expectant eyes (or maybe he just imagined it), and it sounded quite interesting, so he didn't object to participating.

Furthermore, according to the theory of the Spiritual Fortress, learning this stuff might also enhance one's spiritual affinity with Don Quixote to some extent, which can be considered part of leveling up.

Xiao Yao was very "clear" that there was absolutely nothing to do with "preparing for marriage" or "premarital counseling" involved. After all, if Shen Jie hadn't been grounded, she would probably have been interested in attending the classes as an observer. Therefore, he was quite open about sharing this part of his life and the course content with Shen Jie.

Sometimes, during his bedtime phone call, he would share what he had learned that day with Shen Jie, which gave him a sense of accomplishment that was hard to define.