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

“It’s Zhang Zhengkai’s inner world,” Xiao Yao corrected, “not mine.”

"You!" Shen Jie stamped her foot. "I just want to ask you, if it were your mental world, would it be like his, with the whole city filled with me?"

Is this really Shen Jie, the girl who can ask such a love-struck question? Xiao Yao's doubts resurfaced.

Xiao Yao: "..."

"I'm asking you a question." Shen Jie took two quick steps, walked in front of Xiao Yao, turned 180 degrees, put her hands behind her back, and spoke as she backed away.

She's kind of cute.

Xiao Yao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "No."

"Cheese~" Shen Jie said, "You're honest enough."

"I am a man, and I am meant to provide a home that shelters the woman I love from the wind and rain," Xiao Yao said solemnly. "I won't be like him, where there's no one else in the entire city except you. On the contrary, my city will be filled with many different kinds of people. I will plunge into this city, interact with everyone, strive hard, and use my own hands to achieve and pursue my own value. Then, I will use the fruits of my labor to give you... a warm home, a happy and joyful life, a..."

While joking about being fat, Xiao Yao tried hard to organize his thoughts, but he still couldn't help but repeat himself a bit: "But in the city in my heart, there will always be a small house in the center of the city, a small house that will always be prepared for you, a small house that will always have its lights on for you, a small house that will always open its doors to welcome you home, a small house that will always be prepared for you, but it will never become a cage to imprison you..."

"Alright," Shen Jie said softly, "You know how to talk."

Although Shen Jie appeared indifferent, Xiao Yao, knowing her as he did, believed that he had submitted the correct answer.

“I don’t need you to give me a happy and fulfilling life,” Shen Jie continued. “I’m capable of living a good life on my own. You just need to realize your own value.”

"Yes." Xiao Yao nodded vigorously.

……

"Wait a minute," Shen Jie realized she'd fallen for it again: "I wasn't talking about you, I meant, suppose you were me, you were me..."

“I understand,” Xiao Yao said tolerantly.

"You bastard..." Shen Jie turned around and walked forward: "That day you brought that cat to chat me up, wasn't that intentional? You knew I like cats but you couldn't keep one..."

Xiao Yao remained silent.

“Then I’ll take that as a yes,” Shen Jie asked Xiao Yao, “I’m asking you, how… no, who…”

Shen Jie had only asked half of her question when the ground suddenly trembled violently.

Then it trembled again.

"An earthquake?!" Xiao Yao shouted.

Shen Jie's face showed fear: "Oh no, she's here again!"

"Who's here again?" Xiao Yao was also a little nervous.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a huge object fell from the sky and landed on the street not far ahead.

The ground trembled again.

Xiao Yao took a closer look and was once again greatly shocked.

That was a foot.

A foot wearing lace-up cloth shoes and white cotton socks.

Chapter 388

2023-11-22

Xiao Yao took a closer look and was once again greatly shocked.

That was a foot.

A foot wearing lace-up cloth shoes and white cotton socks.

This leg is very long, spanning across—no, vertically across two traffic light intersections.

As mentioned earlier, the giant foot was wrapped in white cotton socks, which covered the exposed instep and the entire sole of the foot, while the toes were also covered under the toe of the cloth shoes.

The cotton socks are spotless white, exuding youthful vitality—they fit perfectly, clinging tightly to the feet and showcasing their shape flawlessly.

Five rounded toes—though not visible, they are subtly outlined by the soft toe of the cloth shoe—are neatly arranged, with four shallow gaps in the middle. The back half (or rather, about the back third) of these gaps peek out from the toe, making them look very cute.

...Cute my foot!!!!

Even seasoned foot fetishists would likely experience withdrawal symptoms upon seeing this.

Oh, by the way, there was also a Sackler in Professor Yao's prestigious office back then...

"Is this the one you were talking about, the one who's even taller than you when you were standing on the street?" Xiao Yao asked loudly as he dragged Shen Jie along and ran for their lives.

"How can you talk like that? If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all—you're the one who's a streetwalker!" Shen Jie shouted.

"Alright, alright, I'll stand on the street, I'll stand on the street, and answer the questions," Xiao Yao urged.

"These are much taller than the last one!" Shen Jie exclaimed. "And this isn't me! Why would I wear such unfashionable shoes?"

"Why don't you know how to wear it?" Xiao Yao retorted, "I saw you wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket on the way here, didn't I?"

"What little floral cotton-padded jacket? That's a Canada Goose!"

Xiao Yao kept his mouth tightly shut, because he realized that the two of them had chosen the wrong direction to escape.

Because another giant foot was whistling down from the sky ahead of the road.

The cotton socks were very thin; even from a distance, one could vaguely see the pinkish skin beneath the front foot. Looking back, the back foot also seemed eager, its heel lifting—Xiao Yao could clearly see the needle holes in the socks, and through them, he could see the smooth, delicate skin on the instep, with faint vein patterns. The skin had a healthy rose-red color and appeared very elastic.

In that instant, Xiao Yao couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to sit in the middle of that giant sock eye.

Wait, damn it, is this the time to be thinking about these things?

Xiao Yao looked up, trying to see the female giant's face clearly and communicate with her, politely asking her to watch where she was going and to be a cute Shanghainese—but all he saw was a pair of what appeared to be white panties with cute little patterns and rows of ventilation holes.

Before he could see clearly, night fell.

Just like a sudden dark cloud covering the sky or a total solar eclipse—though that analogy isn't quite right since it's nighttime anyway—it's only a matter of seven or eight seconds, maybe even just four or five, from the bright night to pitch black midnight.

At first he was surprised, but he soon realized that he was shrouded in the giantess's long skirt.

As darkness descended, a massive gust of air was generated as the long gown curtain fell, instantly flipping him over and sending him flying.

He felt his hands were empty.

"Shen Jie! Shen Jie!" Xiao Yao shouted anxiously.

The only response he received was the whistling wind, the heavy footsteps of the large foot landing in front of him, and the rustling sound of the large foot behind him rubbing against the ground as it began to move.

Xiao Yao tasted blood in his mouth.

His hand touched a stone or something in the darkness. Instinctively, he lay down on the ground, hiding behind the stone. He recalled the knowledge he had read in the earthquake escape and survival booklet, curled up, and protected the back of his head with his hands.

Faced with an absolute physical advantage, all strength and skill become so insignificant.

Xiao Yao felt like a few minutes had passed—but it was only a few seconds, at most a dozen seconds—when, accompanied by two more strong gusts of wind, the sky "brightened" again.

"What kind of manners are these!" Xiao Yao angrily waved his little fist at the receding figure of the giantess. "Don't you know how to watch your step? Don't you know how to watch where you're going?"

He was really enjoying his rant, but the physically larger Shen Jie (at least that's what Xiao Yao thought) seemed to have heard it and stopped in her tracks instantly.

Xiao Yao held his breath.

After a suffocating silence, the physically larger Shen Jie continued walking away.

Xiao Yao surveyed the devastation around him; the scene was horrific, resembling the land of Yugoslavia that had just been bombed.

It's just that it didn't cause any damage to the building.

"Shen Jie! Shen Jie!!" Xiao Yao called out anxiously, "Where have you gone?"

The boy's voice had a hint of heartbreak.

When he called out "Shen Jie", everyone around turned around and looked at him.

It's a bit creepy.

Xiao Yao gave a wry smile.

Those expressionless, indifferent Shen Jie turned back and went their separate ways.

No one seemed to find what had just happened unusual; it was as if it were just another part of the daily routine in this city.

Xiao Yao frantically shook his head, searching for Shen Jie, the girl he had just lost contact with.

What was she wearing today? I only remember it was a light blue skirt, and the top was...

Xiao Yao saw Shen Jie, who was on the verge of death. She looked perfectly normal, thankfully she was wearing black pants, and she looked to be in her twenties or thirties.

The young woman lay by the roadside, her leg broken, a sight Xiao Yao could hardly bear to look at. Beneath her lay a large pool of blood, forming an irregular circle that was spreading outwards.

The woman was slender and tall with fair skin. She wore a black T-shirt that was torn in several places, revealing her fair skin underneath. Her trousers were also worn out, with severe wear and tear at the knees, and abrasions visible on the exposed skin.

Her left leg was clearly fractured, the entire leg twisted and deformed, the area below the knee bent inward at an unnatural angle. The broken bone pierced her flesh, tearing a long gash in her black trousers, from which bright red blood could be faintly seen seeping out. The woman's right leg also appeared to be slightly injured; because she was wearing invisible stockings that only revealed the edge of one sock, bruises were visible at her ankle.

Her face was covered in dust, she had a bruise around her right eye, and her lips were chapped and peeling; she looked to be in great pain.

Xiao Yao knelt down in front of her and asked gently and softly, "Excuse me, have you seen a Shen Jie wearing a blue dress, about this tall and this big?" The boy gestured, "with pigtails..."

The woman slightly opened her eyes, looked at Xiao Yao, nodded weakly, and tried to say something, but couldn't make a sound.

Just as Xiao Yao was about to put his ear to the girl's lips, a group of youthful girls, as vibrant as a rainbow, walked towards them.

The reason they are described as resembling a rainbow is because there are exactly seven Shen Jies, who look to be around 14 or 5 years old, each wearing a dress in one of the seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.