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

He turned to the side, reached into the river, and frantically swam.

The boat drifted on the undulating water, and Xiao Yao struggled for a long time, but he couldn't see it making any obvious movement.

Yu Luying also joined the group of people who were slacking off, but the situation did not improve at all.

Xiao Yao gave up, stood up, and staggered to the back of the boat. He leaned against the stern and lay down, watching the drifting clouds.

Yu Luying turned to look at him, her face showing confusion.

“This is fine too,” Xiao Yao said with a relaxed smile. “It feels like we’re stranded on a deserted island together. Isn’t that romantic?”

Yu Luying also got up, moved to the middle and rear of the boat, and extended her hand to Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao reached out and pulled the girl into his arms.

The boy held Yu Luying tightly, feeling her soft body.

He felt her trembling slightly. Although it wasn't the first time they had hugged, he could still sense her nervousness—or perhaps his own. Whose nervousness it was was like water and wine mixed together; even he himself couldn't tell.

The surrounding environment was eerily quiet, perhaps because he had automatically blocked out all noise interference.

Yu Luying's nose is high and straight, with smooth and delicate lines, as perfect as a sculpture. Her nostrils are slightly open, and her breath carries a faint fragrance, revealing her youthful vitality.

Xiao Yao slowly moved closer to her nose, wanting to touch it with her nose.

Yu Luying was startled, thinking Xiao Yao was going to kiss her: "No!"

The girl pressed her arms against the boy's chest.

"Just a touch of the nose," Xiao Yao solemnly promised.

Yu Luying instinctively disbelieved it.

"Trust me." Xiao Yao held her arms in his hands.

"No trickery?" Yu Luying was still skeptical.

“I swear to the Holy Mother,” Xiao Yao said.

"Promise to the Holy Mother?" Looking at Xiao Yao's serious expression, Yu Luying decided to believe him this once.

The tips of their noses finally touched.

Xiao Yao felt the girl's breath, the warm scent mixed with the moist air, lingering around the tip of his nose.

He gently stroked Yu Luying's arm, wanting her to feel his care and tenderness.

Xiao Yao gently rubbed the tip of his nose against Yu Luying's nose.

He could sense that Yu Luying's breath carried the fragrance of orchids.

"Comfortable," Yu Luying said suddenly, sounding blissful.

"What?" Xiao Yao said.

“Scratch it,” Yu Luying said.

"What are you scratching?" Xiao Yao asked.

"Tickling my arm, don't stop." Yu Luying turned her face away, no longer facing Xiao Yao face to face, and then gently and slowly stroked Xiao Yao's arm with her fingers.

Chapter 192 Merry Christmas

2023-05-15

As the small boat, now without power, drifted in the middle of the lake, Xiao Yao gently and softly scratched Yu Luying's arm, as she had requested.

"Gently, slowly," Yu Luying looked just like a cat enjoying being petted: "Don't use your nails, yes, the back of your hand, slide down from there..."

"Now I'm a technician," Xiao Yao thought to himself with a hint of sarcasm.

Xiao Yao gently scratched Yu Luying's arm, and she felt as if she were being gently patted by fine raindrops. The comfortable feeling made her groan softly.

As Xiao Yao's fingers slid across her arm again and again, Yu Luying felt a warm current flowing through her body, as if she were soaking in a warm spring. She felt light and airy, and her mood became incredibly pleasant.

She closed her eyes, fully enjoying the sensation of being tickled, feeling Xiao Yao's fingers gently tracing her skin, each touch bringing a pleasant pleasure that completely immersed her in this comfortable feeling, making her forget the existence of time and space.

So this is what you like, Xiao Yao thought.

It seems quite comfortable.

“Tickle me too,” Xiao Yao said.

"Hmm~" The girl made a sound of denial through her nose: "You scratch first and then I'll scratch for you, otherwise it will be easy to mess up if two people scratch together."

But it brings double the joy, Xiao Yao thought.

"Then scratch me with your feet," Xiao Yao suggested, seizing the opportunity.

"Mmm~" The girl made a dissenting sound through her nose and subconsciously said, "Not here."

"?!"

"Nowhere is allowed!" Yu Luying's eyes widened suddenly as she realized what was happening. "Take it away! Stop scratching me!"

"Okay, okay, I'll scratch you." Xiao Yao begged for mercy.

Xiao Yao didn't understand why the same thing could be done with hands but not with feet.

“Stop scratching me,” Yu Luying pushed him away. “I’m hungry.”

Actually, Yu Luying didn't need to say anything; Xiao Yao himself felt hungry.

After all, neither of them had eaten lunch.

But Xiao Yao really enjoyed the feeling of emptying his mind and drifting freely in the middle of the deserted lake.

So he didn't suggest going ashore for a meal.

However, since Yu Luying brought it up, we can't ignore it.

“Then let’s call the number printed on the bow of this ship and ask them to come and tow us,” Xiao Yao said.

"How about... we float a little longer?" Yu Luying thought for a moment and said.

"Okay," Xiao Yao said.

……

"The wind never stops, the trees provide shade," Xiao Yao sang loudly, patting the side of the boat.

"The sunlight is dazzling, the sky is so blue." Yu Luying's sweet voice immediately followed suit.

"It's a real shame I didn't bring my guitar today," Xiao Yao thought.

"We are running~" Xiao Yao sang.

"Following the sunset." - Yu Luying

“It’s your breathing that’s uneven,” Xiao Yao said.

"I'm closing my eyes." Yu Luying closed her eyes.

Singing together is a joy I never experienced when I was with Shen Jie.

However, Shen Jie could dance along to his songs; in this world, it's rare to have it all.

"We lie down on the grass and look up, watching the days drift by~" Xiao Yao and Yu Luying leaned against the stern of the boat and lay down together, their four eyes watching the drifting clouds.

Xiao Yao loved listening to Yu Luying's singing; in a hall filled with the shadows of delusion, her voice was an inspiring ray of light.

It was also inspired by her singing that she was able to overcome the tyranny of Song Haijian's dictatorship.

"We are like that cloud, too busy to look back," the two sang together.

Xiao Yao recalled Christmas Eve in 2003. That night, he went to the church just to catch a few more glimpses of her.

He remembered that day in the church, Yu Luying was wearing a snow-white shirt, standing in front of the altar, reading the Bible to the congregation.

At that time, she looked exactly like an angel descended from heaven, with a divine radiance on her face.

"How quickly my summer has passed, like fleeting clouds, and she's never coming back."

I really want to see you again, while you're still playing.

"Let's fly together again, soaring through the sky."

"Don't forget your face that day. Goodbye."

After the song ended, the two embraced again, and Xiao Yao cupped Yu Luying's face in his hands.

"Do you remember?" Xiao Yao asked her, "I ran to the church to see you on Christmas Eve last year."

“Come on, keep bothering me.” Yu Luying corrected him with a smile.

“That day you were the reader, doing two jobs at once. When you received Holy Communion, you represented the choir and sang a solo of Ave Maria.”

"I remember, Caccini's?" Yu Luying recalled and said.

“I don’t know,” Xiao Yao said. “I just thought it sounded really good, and the lyrics only had two words, ‘Ave Maria,’ which were repeated over and over again.”

“That’s Caccini’s,” Yu Luying told Xiao Yao.

“Later, after Mass ended,” Xiao Yao recalled, “I came over to you and said, ‘Merry Christmas.’”

"Huh?" Yu Luying didn't understand why Xiao Yao wanted to recall this.