You are my wife, don't doubt it!

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced." Xiao Yao thought to himself, you probably won't try to pinch me this time.

"Everything you eat and use, and today's bill is mine, so I just want to take it~~" Shen Jie made a ferocious gesture.

"Eat, eat, eat. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. Speaking of which," Xiao Yao teased her, "I suddenly realized that breaking up feels really good. No wonder you're addicted to it."

"Do you think I'm pretentious?" Shen Jie raised her eyelids.

"I don't dare." Xiao Yao said, "I just hope it's really like what Daiyu said, that doing it is a sign of love."

Although Xiao Yao had doubts about this statement.

However, Shen Jie's mood was indeed very complicated, as if there was a breath stuck in her chest that she couldn't let out.

From a rational point of view, Xiao Yao's answer on the bridge can be said to be humble enough, flawless and impeccable.

Shen Jie even felt that she should be touched.

But the fact is that I'm not very moved.

There is also a depressed feeling of being fooled.

She also felt that she seemed to have done something wrong, but on second thought, she felt that the responsibility was not hers.

Originally, Xiao Yao said last night, "We should be good friends now. If you do it again, you will be a hooligan."

According to Shen Jie's understanding, that meant agreeing to her request.

Out of nostalgia, lingering feelings, guilt, compensation, gratitude, or the desire to reassure the other person, all these complex and inexplicable emotions intertwined together, Shen Jie let him do whatever he wanted yesterday, and today she took the initiative to extend his stay for another day.

Out of a certain degree of reluctance and loss, I hugged him and cried with him yesterday, and today I even took the initiative to wash his underwear.

God knows I’ve never washed my own clothes in my entire life.

And "that thing" - since she couldn't continue to pretend that she didn't care, Shen Jie simply admitted it to herself:

For the girl herself, her subconscious mind tends not to acknowledge the validity of "that thing", but she hopes that Xiao Yao will always remember what he did, what he got, and what she paid.

It's just such a contradiction.

and then?

On the surface, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the nice words Xiao Yao said on the Internet bridge, but in fact, they were Tai Chi techniques that used a little force to move a heavy object, and they blocked all the punches that Xiao Yao threw.

The girl punched the cotton with her heavy fist, so naturally she was upset.

"You are my future wife, it doesn't matter whether you are my girlfriend or my friend" seems to be impeccable on the surface, but in essence, he is determined that she cannot escape, does not agree to break up, does not agree to get along with her as friends, and refuses to recognize her demands for sovereignty and independence.

"No matter what you do, I won't talk to Yu Luying. I will wait quietly for your return" is an invisible moral kidnapping - he pretends to be affectionate, but he puts himself on the fire.

In essence, he was the same as the long-haired guy who was sitting downstairs of the girls' dormitory and playing the guitar yesterday.

As for what he just said, "Whether to create Tianyun or not, we'll decide when we're 30," I hope this is just another inappropriate witticism on his part, and not him using his daughter as a hostage to threaten me again.

In any case, my original goal of breaking up peacefully was not achieved.

Somewhere in my body was still aching, and a feeling of anger was rising.

and many more……

Why do I unconsciously interpret what others say with extreme malice?

This is not the way I usually think and treat people.

If my mother were still alive...

Shen Jie looked down at her bowl of bland spicy hot pot.

The water was so clear that I could see my face in it.

She saw the girl in the "mirror" giving her a malicious smile.

shadow.

Shadow.

Is this my own...shadow?

The girl reached into her bag and tightly grasped the box of rosary beads that Yu Luying had given her.

"Xiao Yao." Shen Jie continued to look at her spicy hot pot. There was nothing unusual in the reflection on the water.

"what happened?"

"Did I laugh?"

"No," Xiao Yao replied affirmatively, "I thought you thought it was too unpalatable."

"It's really unpalatable." Shen Jie rubbed her cheek.

"Look at this spicy hotpot of yours. It's neither spicy nor numbing. It's not even hot. How can it be delicious?"

At this time, Xiao Yao's spicy hot pot was finally served.

Shen Jie looked carefully and saw that the big bowl was full of meatballs, sausages and dumplings. It was all meat, without any green at all.

The most frightening thing was the soup in his bowl…if that could be called soup? It was almost entirely red chili oil, blood red, with almost no trace of “water”…

Can you really put this kind of thing in your mouth?

Xiao Yao began to stir the spicy hot pot in the bowl with a spoon.

"Can you eat such spicy food?" Shen Jie asked him.

"Yeah." Xiao Yao nodded and explained to her: "I have always been able to eat spicy food. Ever since... that time with her,"

What do you mean by having sex with her later? Why does this sound so awkward?

"Since I did that with her, I haven't eaten spicy food for two months," Xiao Yao continued, "Now that it's weaker, of course I have to make up for it."

Shen Jie hesitantly stretched out her chopsticks, picked up a meatball that was still dripping with chili oil from Xiao Yao's bowl, brought it to her lips, and blew on it while shaking her head slightly.

"You're going to grab this?" The boy in front of him widened his eyes: "Be careful, it's very spicy."

The warmth spread across her tongue, the crispy texture was a little subtle, followed by the tender meat filling. The delicious gravy splashed onto her tongue, almost scalding her, and the pungent chili oil overflowed into her mouth after chewing, causing her tongue tip to feel numb.

The girl swallowed the meatball and thought she had completed another challenge.

It looks scary, but actually it’s just... that’s it?

"You can eat spicy food, right?" Xiao Yao said happily, generously pushing the bowl a little towards the girl: "Then let's eat together. I ordered a lot today."

After all, it won't happen a second time.

"I can eat spicy food," Shen Jie told him, "but I can't say I love it."

"I think eating spicy food can relieve stress," said Xiao Yao.

"Spiciness is not essentially a taste, but a pain sensation."

"Just say that those who like spicy food are m?" Xiao Yao said with a smile.

"What's S and M? How do you know so much at such a young age?" As soon as Shen Jie said this, she felt something was wrong.

Xiao Yao burst out laughing, and Shen Jie also laughed, and the solemn atmosphere on the field was further eased.

The two of them shared a large bowl of chili oil.

Shen Jie raised her head and looked at the young man who was sweating profusely while eating.

Her short black hair was slightly messy, and her bright big eyes were sharp.

There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and then the sweat slid down his forehead like a drizzle. His wet hair stuck to his forehead, and his grinning expression... was a little cute.

For some reason, the girl felt pity for him. She reached out and grabbed two tissues and gently wiped his forehead.

Where is the anger I promised to have? What am I doing? She wailed in her heart.

Xiao Yao's white T-shirt became wet due to sweat, clinging to his body and outlining his broad shoulders. His mouth was full of spicy oil, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, his eyes full of appetite and satisfaction, as if the food in front of him was the most delicious, and he ate it with great relish, which was very contagious.

His appearance made Shen Jie involuntarily think of a brave knight who feasted on the eve of the war, and then faced life and death and never backed down.

Yes, Shen Jie suddenly remembered, he was Don Quixote, a tragic idealistic hero.

Maybe, what he said was true.

What he said was most likely true, rather than just his own malicious speculation.

After I leave, he will really not date anyone else and will wait for me quietly for eight years, waiting for the day to marry me.

Simply because that is his view on love and marriage, that is his stubborn ideal of "home", and he will do it even if it is just for his own pleasure.

What's wrong with him? He just wants a complete "family".

The girl realized with some annoyance that she actually began to feel that what she said on the bus yesterday was a bit selfish.

"How am I selfish?" Shen Jie retorted loudly in her heart: "I have my own life plan, am I wrong? Moreover, it is obviously the best scientific and reasonable solution... This is the most scientific and reasonable solution for the two of us, no, for the three of us..."

"Don't you know whether you are selfish or not?" Another voice replied, "Is your senior year of high school really as busy as you claim? Even after going abroad, do you really not have the conditions to maintain this relationship?"

"His love is too heavy for me," Shen Jie silently replied to the voice, "His waiting will be a burden to me."

"Look, you chose to escape for your own sake, but you used such a high-sounding reason." The voice laughed.

"Is it wrong for me to do this for myself? Do I have to live my whole life under everyone's expectations?"

……

What made her even more angry was that during this self-debate, a part of her heart softened, no, it melted and collapsed.

"Xiao Yao," Shen Jie suddenly clenched her two small fists and slammed them on the table: "You big fool!"

"What's going on? What's going on?" Xiao Yao was stunned when he saw a few drops of chili oil in the spicy hot pot splashing out.

"If you don't want to be with Silly Girl," Shen Jie shouted, "who will take care of you after I leave? How can I feel at ease with you like this?"

The sound was a bit loud, and the other diners in the restaurant looked over here, and the bald man also showed a puzzled look.

Shen Jie stuck out her tongue, covered her mouth, and lay on the table.

Xiao Yao put down his chopsticks and touched Shen Jie's hair with his greasy hands: "Are you stupid? I'm not an old man in his seventies or eighties. Who should take care of me?"

Oh my god, you are poisonous, your hands are so oily, and I just washed my hair last night...

But for some reason, Shen Jie didn't get angry at all. She just raised her head and smiled at the boy.

Actually, Xiao Yao is also quite good-looking?

There are stars in his eyes!

……

……

Xiao Yao swallowed the last meatball in the bowl, but still felt unsatisfied and kept digging in the chili oil with a plastic spoon.

"Don't fish anymore. I've already fished for you. There's no more." Shen Jie shook the other plastic spoon in her hand.

Xiao Yao's phone vibrated.

He picked it up.

"Xiao Yao," a girl's cold voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "You are with 'her', right?"

Xiao Yao glanced at Shen Jie's dark eyes and said, "Yes."

"You are eating spicy hot pot, right?" The girl's voice was a little nervous.

"Yes, how did you know?" Xiao Yao was stunned.

According to the current intensity of the symbiosis, Yu Luying should only know that he is eating something "slightly spicy" and would never feel it so clearly.

"It's really quite spicy. It really makes me feel really spicy." Yu Luying jumped to the conclusion: "Xiao Yao, is the symbiosis starting to regain its strength?"

Xiao Yao put down the phone woodenly.

"Is it 'her'?" Shen Jie asked.

You two are really sisters. Xiao Yao smiled helplessly and said, "She told me that Gong-that may have started to recover."

"What?" Shen Jie said.

"Do you like me again?" Xiao Yao said happily.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Shen Jie stood up angrily, pressing her palms on both sides of the spicy hot pot bowl: "Let's get to the point, how did she recover? When did it start? Was she hurt by you?"

"Yes." Xiao Yao nodded.

The two paid the bill and walked out of "Bald Malatang". Standing on the school's main road, Shen Jie talked on the phone with Yu Luying while punching and kicking Xiao Yao.