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

"I fucking knew it!" Xiao Yao slammed his right fist into his left palm: "Where did they go?"

Xiao Shenjie immediately pointed in a direction.

"Thank you, Shen Jie!" Xiao Yao squatted down again, pinched Shen Jie's chubby cheeks with both hands, and then stood up to leave.

After taking only three or four steps, she stopped again, turned around, and said, "Do you want to take me...lead the way...take me to find them? Anyway, your mother, you, anyway, you also..."

"But Mom said I can't go with strange uncles." Xiao Shenjie stretched out her eight fingers and rubbed her face, the spot where Xiao Yao had just pinched her.

Uncle?

Xiao Yao's facial muscles stiffened again.

Didn't you just call me "big brother" so sweetly?

"Unless, unless you buy me a lollipop." Xiao Shenjie raised her head and stated her condition.

Are there any lolis as eager as you to try and get tricked in your own schemes?!

--split line--

The colorful packaging was torn open, and the candy stick was gently bitten by the teeth. The candy ball wrapped, rolled, and melted under the lubrication of saliva on the tongue, and the overflowing sweet aroma filled the mouth.

It's not easy to buy lollipops in this bizarre and dazzling night city.

“You seem to really like lollipops.” Xiao Yao held Xiao Shenjie’s hand as they walked down the street—he himself felt that his behavior was suspicious, and he looked like a strange old man trying to lure a little girl with lollipops.

Screw you! I'm a handsome, sunny young man, why do you all like to call me "uncle"?

"Slurp." Little Shen Jie sucked the lollipop, stick and all, into her mouth.

Then he used his tongue to push the candy stick out from the corner of his mouth: "It's delicious."

Xiao Shenjie said those three words with such an air of self-righteousness.

"Then why didn't you like to eat it anymore when you grew up?" Xiao Yao asked Xiao Shenjie.

"Are you crazy?" Xiao Shenjie looked up. "People have to grow up and change."

"Oh~" Xiao Yao said, feigning sudden realization.

For a while afterward, Xiao Yao and Xiao Shenjie didn't say much, they just kept their heads down and held her hand—in fact, she was leading them.

"This city has unfolded its lonely map, how can I find the place where you wait for me? Like every child in love, I grow up lonely on the strings of a harp in the streets, like every child in love, I grow up lonely on the strings of a harp in the streets~~~~"

Xiao Yao then sang a song at the top of his lungs.

This is the climax of Gao Xiaosong's "Model Love Letter," with an extremely high pitch that even Gao Xiaosong himself couldn't reach.

"Big brother, sing another song," Xiao Shenjie encouraged him, "I love listening to it."

"Why don't you sing me a song too?" Xiao Yao teased her on a whim.

“I’ll sing then.” Xiao Shenjie was neither shy nor polite, and started singing as she walked.

It was that familiar tone-deafness; you could tell at a glance that not a single word was in tune. Coupled with her breathless, childish singing style: "Under the same roof, you gradually feel your heart changing."

You love him, but perhaps you also hate him.

Half of my youth has been wasted.

It turns out I was just playing with him.

I really wanted to leave him, but he brought me flowers instead.

La la la la la..."

What kind of song is this? I've never heard it before.

And why do these lyrics just get more and more annoying the more you listen to them?

Is this a song that children should sing?

"What song is this?" Xiao Yao asked Xiao Shenjie. "Who taught you this song?"

“My mom taught me,” Xiao Shenjie replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What exactly do these lyrics mean?" Xiao Yao asked.

“What do these lyrics mean?” Xiao Shenjie said quietly, “Shouldn’t your older brother know better than me? You’re the adult.”

Xiao Yao sensed the hidden meaning in her words and almost blurted out, "Who exactly are you?"

However, considering that he would still need her help in finding the person, he held back, but secretly became more vigilant.

"Isn't Shen Jie happy with Xiao Yao?" Xiao Yao asked cautiously. "It's impossible that she'd be happier with Uncle Zhang Zhengkai, right? That's impossible, isn't it?"

Xiao Shenjie didn't answer his question, but instead shouted, "Watch out!"

"Huh?" Xiao Yao was taken aback.

"Feet, lift your feet up!" Xiao Shenjie screamed.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Xiao Yao braked suddenly, keeping his right foot suspended in the air.

Then he saw two or three very small figures hurriedly running away from beneath his feet.

In terms of size, it is actually much larger than an ant, and in terms of body shape, it is more like a small mouse that walks upright.

"Your city planning in 'Gulliver's Travels' is problematic!" Xiao Yao complained loudly.

Chapter 390 When the Cat Mother Was Still a Kitten

2023-11-24

The story of Xiao Yao and Xiao Shenjie holding hands while shopping can be described in detail below.

At the time, he was extremely anxious, his mind was filled with thoughts of finding Shen Jie and Zhang Zhengkai as soon as possible, dealing with Zhang Zhengkai and leaving this place, so he didn't have much time to focus on shopping.

At the same time, he also had some doubts about Xiao Shenjie's true identity, which to some extent weakened the sense of immersion when shopping with her.

If it weren't for these two reasons, this rare opportunity to hold hands and go shopping with Xiao Shenjie should have been a much better experience.

The little princess's soft little hand was held in Xiao Yao's rough (relatively speaking) big hand, creating a stark contrast between the two.

As Xiao Yao felt the warmth emanating from his hand, a strange feeling welled up inside him.

Her hands were so delicate and soft that they gave one the urge to rub and play with them.

Xiao Yao squeezed Xiao Shenjie's soft little hand a little awkwardly, and felt that the touch from his palm was unusually comfortable.

Xiao Shenjie's hands are very small; her entire palm cannot cover Xiao Yao's broad palm, let alone his fingers.

Xiao Yao's five fingers were thick and strong, forming a stark contrast with Xiao Shenjie's ten delicate fingers.

Xiao Shenjie's skin was delicate and smooth, like silk to the touch, which made Xiao Yao unable to resist rubbing it a few more times to feel its elasticity and softness.

Her wrists were very slender, and the skin on her wrists was particularly thin. Xiao Yao rubbed that area with his thumb and felt that it felt wonderful.

Regardless of who she is, having someone to accompany you is always better than being alone.

As Xiao Yao walked, he looked up at the "sky".

The ceiling of that tall rocky cave was still pitch black.

Xiao Yao couldn't help but recall the nightmare he had in his childhood.

I stood on the stairs of the kindergarten, holding hands with my mother.

Suddenly, the mother's body began to disintegrate into pieces, which floated away through the stairwell window.

Xiao Yao cried and searched for his mother all night, but he couldn't find her no matter what he did, until finally the clouds in the sky condensed into his mother's face.

Fortunately, Shen Jie's face did not appear on the ceiling of the cave.

Fortunately, I have this little elf (or little devil?) by my side.

Otherwise, searching for Shen Jie among the crowds in this vast city would be just like that nightmare.

"Big brother, are you touching my hand?" Xiao Shenjie's sweet voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Xiao Yao's wild thoughts.

"Ah...no, I was just checking your watch," Xiao Yao hurriedly explained.

What kind of weird reason is this?! It's such a reckless thing to say, Xiao Yao thought to himself—Is this some kind of child's joke?!

"Oh~" Xiao Shenjie nodded seriously, then buried her head in her precious lollipop.

Xiao Yao relaxed his grip slightly, no longer daring to act rashly.

My palms are sticky and sweaty.

Little Shen Jie didn't put on a stern face; instead, she skipped and hopped forward happily, humming a tune off-key.

The rain kept falling.

The atmosphere was not harmonious.

Under the same roof,

You gradually feel your heart changing.

You love him.

Perhaps it also carried hatred?

Half of my youth has been wasted.