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

Judging solely from the level of detail in the logo, there's no doubt that the retail price of these tiny socks is enough for him to run a week-long all-nighter at "Canhua Internet Cafe" plus two boxes of imported instant noodles every night.

Although they are called cotton socks, they are as light as silk and as thin as cicada wings. You can tell by rubbing them with your hand that they are not much thicker than silk stockings.

The socks had heels, the soles were made of pure cotton, and the insteps were breathable openwork—the same pair Shen Jie had worn when she came to my house on Sunday.

But it's white... so white that it doesn't look like someone who's been wearing it all day to school and done chores.

Xiao Yao doesn't like wearing light-colored socks because they get dirty easily and are difficult to wash, and they don't dry easily after washing. Wearing them while they're still wet is even more of a hassle. In fact, he avoids wearing socks whenever possible.

How did Shen Jie manage to prevent it from getting even a trace of black ash?

A sudden surge of curiosity struck him, making him want to get closer to science.

Xiao Yao raised his hand and brought it to his nose to smell it.

The tip of my nose touched the soft fabric; it felt slightly fuzzy and a little itchy.

Is this... the smell of a lightly scented laundry detergent? Or the natural fragrance of the fabric? Or perhaps, a hint of... youthful scent? In any case, it's not unpleasant.

Xiao Yao turned them over and bent down to smell the unopened end of the textile.

Emmm, a little bit, but not intensely.

The slight smell of sweat mixed with the previously mentioned fragrance gave him a feeling that was... well, hard to describe.

Xiao Yao touched his nose and thought for a while.

That's so weird! Let me smell it again.

Suddenly, he heard a girl giggling.

Xiao Yao looked up alertly and saw two girls in school uniforms from another school holding onto a handrail, glancing at him while whispering to each other.

The laughter reminded him of the owner of the socks.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

Xiao Yao shamelessly smiled at the two girls, whose smiles suddenly froze, then turned into expressions of terror. They silently hid further away, no longer daring to look in their direction.

Is it possible that I've been infected by the ribbonfish in the slightest?

Let's not smell it anymore, it's too strange, and Yu Luying will smell it too...

Xiao Yao silently put the socks into the side pocket of his backpack and then picked up his phone to send a text message to Shen Jie.

The content consists of only two words.

"It's delicious."

Shen Jie replied to the message instantly, which contained only one punctuation mark.

"."

Immediately afterwards, she sent another message: "Don't use it for weird things!"

"Oh."

Is that strange? I hadn't thought of it that way until you mentioned it.

Since learning about his symbiotic relationship with Yu Luying, Xiao Yao has refrained from doing anything "strange" for over a month in order to be considerate of her feelings.

As an energetic teenage boy, will he eventually become as depressed as Teacher Yao?

So, although it's difficult to say, I still need to find an opportunity to discuss it with Yu Luying.

These two days are clearly not the right time.

First, I need to find an opportunity to talk things out with Yu Luying, politely and appropriately refuse her, ask for her forgiveness, and at least maintain our friendship before considering anything else...

What else? It would be more reasonable to say there's nothing else...

Xiao Yao was somewhat surprised that he had made up his mind so casually.

It seems I've been completely captivated by her, Xiao Yao thought.

My heart is only so big; if it's almost full, there's no room for anyone else.

--split line--

After getting off the bus, Xiao Yao went to a barbershop to fix her hair. Straightening was expensive and too much trouble, so Xiao Yao simply opted for a clean cut. The next day, when she went to school, Song Haijian finally didn't say anything more.

The remaining two days of the week were spent in such a depressing atmosphere. However, Xiao Yao was not the only one who was used by Song Haijian to fill the furnace.

The boys in the class secretly exchanged information about secluded internet cafes, and several couples exchanged glances every day. All self-study periods were replaced with Chinese, math, and English classes, and students who participated in more clubs and elective courses were subjected to Song Haijian's sarcastic remarks and disdainful looks.

Xiao Yao felt that it was impossible to gain everyone's unanimous disgust within three days without a high level of cultivation. However, recalling that he had once possessed such cultivation, he felt sad again.

However, Xiao Yao himself was not too depressed. Overall, he was even as happy as a little rascal.

Because he fell in love—like a ray of light shining into the darkness, dispelling the gloom brought by Song Haijian.

Shen Jie's school has started the final exams for this semester.

As always, Xiao Yao doesn't contact her, and she doesn't take the initiative to contact Xiao Yao either.

However, whenever Xiao Yao contacted her, she would reply quickly and was very cooperative and helpful, as long as she wasn't taking exams.

The unreal feeling of "finding a partner" made him feel both elated and anxious.

My first love is my wife, and my wife is my first love. Sing a song, love someone, spend a lifetime together—what more could a husband ask for?

From now on, there will be no more pain on our path; our lives will be as sweet as sugar.

Well, that would be best.

However, there is a problem, though not insignificant, that I haven't been able to find an opportunity to explain things clearly to Yu Luying.

Outside the school, Yu's mother would pick her up and drop her off in her car, and inside the school, Song Haijian would supervise her. Yu Luying no longer even came over to have lunch with them on Wednesdays.

"This is fine too? Let's just delay it for one more day," Xiao Yao consoled himself.

Two tiny figures jumped out in front of him. One was dressed in red with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face, carrying a steel fork. The other was dressed in white armor with a solemn expression.

The woman in red said: "Let's just drag this out until everything settles down; that's the best choice for both of us."

The person in white said: Okay! Okay!

"Scumbag!" Xiao Yao raised his hand as if to slap himself, but held back.

But, well, let's just take it one step at a time. Facing her disappointed gaze will definitely require a tiny bit more courage.

At this moment, Xiao Yao had no idea that these two women would cause him a big scandal on the upcoming Saturday.

Chapter 79 Shura II

2023-01-09

On Saturday noon, when Yu Luying arrived at Xiao Yao's house as an uninvited guest, Xiao Yao was still fast asleep.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened the door, which had been banging on. There stood a beautiful young girl, wearing a pink tutu dress with short-sleeved puff sleeves adorned with white ribbons. A large bow tied between white stripes adorned her waist. The hem of the dress just past her knees, its delicate pleats swaying gently in the breeze. Her slender legs, encased in white lace stockings, extended into a pair of buckled leather shoes.

Xiao Yao slammed the door shut, went back to his room, put on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and then opened the door again.

"Did you wear this to school this morning?" Xiao Yao asked.

“No,” Yu Luying squatted down, unfastened the buckle on her little leather shoes, and her small feet, encased in lace stockings, were revealed.

She changed into a pair of slippers and walked into the room on her own: "The final exams are next week, and this semester's St. Francis Amateur School has ended."

"Oh... what's this? A maid outfit?" Xiao Yao followed behind her, swallowing a mouthful of water.

“No, they say it’s Gothic.” Yu Luying said, turning around the small bedroom with her hands behind her back.

"Isn't Gothic supposed to be a dark, edgy style?" Xiao Yao muttered. "Have you eaten yet?"

Immediately afterwards, he heard a rumbling sound from his stomach and replied, "I haven't eaten."

“Your room is such a mess. As expected, you get messy as soon as Grandma leaves the house…” Yu Luying turned around: “I’ll tidy it up for you after dinner.”

"How could I possibly accept that..." Xiao Yao followed Yu Luying out of the bedroom, completely bewildered, and into the photo room (note: kitchen).

"There's still some food," Yu Luying said, opening the refrigerator in the photo room. "If I hadn't come, were you planning to skip lunch and just wait for me to eat?"

"Yes," Xiao Yao said awkwardly.

“My mom has been nagging me lately about my good appetite and keeps telling me to control my weight.” Yu Luying took the ingredients out of the refrigerator one by one: “I can still cook some home-style dishes.”

"Why didn't you tell your mom? Our symbiotic relationship. Didn't your uncle tell her either?" Xiao Yao suddenly thought of something.

Yu Luying lit the gas stove: "As long as I don't want to talk about it, my uncle won't unilaterally reveal my secret. He treats everyone the same; this is a basic quality of a clergyman."

"I've never heard of clergy having this kind of professionalism before..."

Tens of minutes later.

Looking at the simple four dishes and one soup on the table, Xiao Yao gratefully clasped his hands together and silently prayed with Yu Luying before picking up his chopsticks: "What, is your mother away on another business trip?"

"Of course not." The girl said matter-of-factly, "I argued with her all morning."

“Uh…” Xiao Yao was stunned, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

"Because of my relationship with you." Yu Luying didn't keep anyone in suspense.

"..." Xiao Yao's heart sank, and he felt the air around him become scorching hot.

"But we finally reached an agreement." The girl put down her chopsticks and looked at Xiao Yao with a big smile.