You are my wife, don't doubt it!

"It's okay. Brother Long isn't going to another school. There's no need to panic."

As they were talking, Daiyu's bicycle had already stopped at the entrance of Xiao Yao's alley.

"Okay, just drop it off here." Xiao Yao jumped off the back seat of Daiyu's bicycle: "Thank you for today."

"We are all brothers, why are you saying these things?" said Daiyu.

Xiao Yao ran towards home.

He pushed the door and entered the bedroom. He turned around twice but didn't see anyone, so he pulled open the closet door and broke into Shen Tianyun's bedroom.

The girl leaned against the head of Shen Tianyun's bed, looking sickly, her face no longer as rosy as before. She was wrapped tightly in Shen Tianyun's blanket, holding a thermos cup in one hand and reading a newspaper in the other.

The reason why I used "book" to describe the newspaper was because it was a set of old "Niche Network Newspaper" stapled together. Next to it, there were also a few old "Computer Business Newspaper" and "Online Game Secrets" piled up.

Why did she take a fancy to the publications she usually read?

Xiao Yao walked up to her, gently took the newspaper from her hand, and touched the girl's forehead with his palm: "Don't read it, take more rest - why don't you sleep over there?"

Is it burned or not? Xiao Yao couldn't tell.

"Your bed stinks," Shen Jie smiled weakly, and her originally clear voice now sounded like Zhou Xun's: "Ahem, ahem, I can't sleep, give me back the newspaper."

"Have you eaten?"

"I just had lunch this afternoon."

Xiao Yao touched Shen Jie's forehead with the back of his hand, but still couldn't tell whether she had a fever or not: "How could she catch a cold in the hot summer? It must have been caused by the rain last night."

Shen Jie reached out and took back the "Niche Online Newspaper" in her hand, and continued to read: "Not necessarily, cough cough cough, it probably has something to do with the fact that I always sweat outside and then come back naked and turn on the air conditioner, cough cough cough."

"Take off all?" Xiao Yao was stunned.

The girl knew she had said something wrong, a blush flashed across her fair cheeks, and she lowered her head without saying a word.

Xiao Yao stretched out his hands, held Shen Jie's shoulders, and moved his face closer.

"What are you doing?" The girl subconsciously reached out to push him, a trace of annoyance flashing through her mind. I'm already like this, and you still don't forget to attack me aggressively?

"Don't move." The sick girl couldn't match Xiao Yao's strength, so he supported Shen Jie's forehead and touched her forehead with his own: "It seems, you don't have a fever?"

Accidentally, the tips of their noses touched each other.

The girl shuddered nervously, but fortunately Xiao Yao did not take any further action but stood up.

"You keep, ahem, touching things, ahem," the girl complained, "can't you find me a, ahem, thermometer?"

"Yes," Xiao Yao said, "Where's the thermometer?"

"Your thermometer at home, ahem, you ask me? Ahem."

Xiao Yao slapped himself on the forehead and walked around Shen Tianyun's room twice: "Have you taken the medicine?"

"No, ahem, I can't find it." Shen Jie said.

What a coincidence! I can’t find it either, Xiao Yao thought.

This isn't funny, though.

"Or, ahem, take me to the hospital, ahem, the hospital."

It's just a minor cold, no fever, why should I go to the hospital? Xiao Yao thought.

"Wait for me!" Xiao Yao said, walked through the mirror and returned to his room, walked out of the house, and started hammering on the door next door.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

Damn, it seems like no one answered.

Pharmacy, pharmacy… Xiao Yao continued to hammer on the door while nervously searching the location of the pharmacy in his memory.

Then he discovered to his despair that he was truly unable to take care of himself and completely lacked life skills.

Pharmacy, pharmacy... There seems to be one near the school? But it's too far away, and the valve core of my bicycle was pulled out by Wang Ming, that little Zongsang (note: beast)...

At this moment, the door in front of Xiao Yao creaked open: "Little bastard, why are you knocking? I'm sleeping!"

The middle-aged man in front of him was wearing a big sweatshirt and big shorts. He had the same big belly and high hairline as Teacher Yao, and he looked a little grumpy after waking up.

"Uncle! Do you have a thermometer? Do you have cold medicine and fever-reducing medicine?" Xiao Yao was very happy to see his savior.

"Who's sick? You?" the uncle asked in a rough voice.

Xiao Yao returned to Shen Tianyun's room with a thermometer, quick-acting cold capsules and ibuprofen in his arms, opened the box and took out the thermometer: "How do I use this?"

"Ahem, I don't know how either, ahem."

It should be shaken twice first, Xiao Yao tried hard to recall in his mind.

Ah, great, Yu Luying’s first aid skills seem to work.

The cell phone seemed to be ringing, but Xiao Yao didn't bother to check it.

The thermometer should be clipped under the armpit.

Xiao Yao held Shen Jie with both hands, letting her sit higher, and looked her up and down.

Then he opened the collar of her pajamas, reached in, and stuffed the thermometer into the girl's armpit.

?

Everything happened so fast that the girl had no time to stop it, and her face turned as red as a cooked Fuji apple.

Xiao Yao's hand touched something, and he realized that his action was inappropriate: "Oh, sorry, sorry! I really didn't mean it!"

As he said this, he quickly pulled his hand out, shook it vigorously a few times, and wiped it on his pants, as if something dirty was stuck on them.

The girl was so angry that she almost passed out.

"Uh..." Xiao Yao realized that this action was inappropriate and was suddenly at a loss: "I really didn't mean it, don't cry?"

"Who's going to cry?" Shen Jie turned her face towards the wall.

In the awkward silence, Xiao Yao's phone started buzzing again.

"Answer it, ahem," Shen Jie said, "Yu Luying from your family is looking for you."

"What the hell..." Xiao Yao muttered.

He originally wanted to see who had been calling, but after hearing what Shen Jie said, he didn't dare to move.

"Three minutes is up." Xiao Yao cleared his throat.

"Yeah." Shen Jie said.

Xiao Yao subconsciously stretched out his right hand to take the thermometer, but before he touched the girl's collar, he came to his senses in time and pulled his right hand back with his left hand: "Take it yourself."

Shen Jie glared at him, opened her collar with her left hand, reached in with her right hand, suddenly thought of something, turned sideways and looked inside, took out the thermometer, then turned back and handed it to Xiao Yao.

Her breathing was a little rapid and her chest was heaving violently. Xiao Yao felt as if he vaguely saw something, something a little strange.

As mentioned earlier, Xiao Yao went to junior high school in Sujiang. In the summer, some female classmates would wear T-shirts to school, and occasionally they would see this kind of strange thing.

"37.8... degrees Celsius, is this measurement correct? Is it a fever or not?" Xiao Yao held the thermometer under the fluorescent light and looked at it for a long time, muttering to himself.

"..." Shen Jie didn't say anything.

"Forget it, let's take the medicine first." Xiao Yao took out the quick-acting cold capsules he got from his uncle next door, picked out a pill, and stuffed it into Shen Jie's cherry mouth.

Then, he realized, there was no water.

Under Shen Jie's resentful gaze, he went back to the soap room, poured a little tap water, put it in a glass and hurried back, and finally fed it to Shen Jie before she dissolved the capsule shell.

"Okay, close your eyes and go to sleep. I'll watch over you." Xiao Yao took the newspaper from Shen Jie again and helped her lie down. "Why are you reading my game newspaper today? Are you addicted to Bloodline II?"

"Hmm~" Shen Jie made a negative sound from her nose: "I'm reading the novel you published."

"Ah?" Xiao Yao was startled. "You are reading my novels? How do you know which ones are mine?"

"The pen name is You Jiu Le Xiao Yao, it's you, right?" Shen Jie said incoherently, "Tian Yun told me this morning."

"Is that so..." Xiao Yao responded: "Tianyun, Tianyun, why hasn't she come back yet? She came back very late yesterday, and today..."

"Hmm~" Shen Jie made a negative sound from her nose: "She has intensive training this week, don't blame her."

"Oh……"

"You, you usually care too little about your daughter." Shen Jie sighed softly.

"It's wrong, change it." Xiao Yao didn't know what to say: "By the way, why did you suddenly remember to read the novel I wrote?"

"Didn't you say last night that I should feel more carefully and try to understand your inner spiritual world?" Shen Jie smiled weakly.

"Wife..." Xiao Yao was moved and held her right hand, which was hotter than usual.

"I think what you said makes sense. This is what I should do," Shen Jie continued, "I really can't appreciate those modern poems. I felt sorry for you when I fell asleep last night..."

"What's there to be sorry about?" Xiao Yao waved his hands quickly.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my haircut. I didn't consider your feelings."

"..." Xiao Yao agreed.

"Anyway, although I seldom read novels, they are better than poems, right?" Shen Jie continued, "Then I thought, instead of reading the novels you like, it would be better to read the ones you wrote first, so that I can understand you better, right?"

"Honey, stop talking." Xiao Yao felt his nose sour. "If you keep talking, I'm going to cry."

"You're also a poor talker."

"I'm telling the truth." Xiao Yao pinched his nose and said, "Go to sleep. Your voice is so hoarse, and you're still chatting with me."

"Hmm... cough cough," Shen Jie pulled a piece of tissue beside her and wiped her nose with force: "Help me throw it away, thank you. Then I found that the heroine of every one of your novels has the surname Yu, and some are simply named Yu Luying or the homonym of Yu Luying..."

In fact, this is exactly the fundamental reason why Xiao Yao has never dared to let Shen Jie read his novels: "Ahem, wife, aren't those all before I met you?"

"Yeah." Shen Jie nodded slightly.

"I promise you that in my novels from now on, all the heroines can only have the surname Shen."

Shen Jie chuckled, and Xiao Yao couldn't tell what it was.

Finally, the girl fell silent.

Xiao Yao reached out and touched Shen Jie's forehead again. Feeling that it was not a big problem, he went back to his soap room to boil some water.

Shen Jie will definitely drink water when she wakes up.

Yu Luying seemed to have eaten and was not very hungry now. Xiao Yao opened the refrigerator and saw some frozen wontons inside. He thought that he could cook some for Shen Jie when she woke up.

Wait, who restocked the refrigerator? Does Shen Jie still buy groceries at home?

Xiao Yao was slightly surprised.

After filling three thermos bottles and filling a glass kettle with cold water and leaving it to dry, Xiao Yao returned to Shen Tianyun's room.

As soon as I stepped in, I heard the sound of a cell phone vibrating in the dark.

Is it mine?

Xiao Yao followed the direction of the voice and found his mobile phone on Shen Tianyun's sofa. The caller ID showed: Dai Yu.

"Hello? Brother Dai." Xiao Yao lowered his voice and answered the phone.

"Fuck, Brother Yao, what the hell are you doing?" Daiyu's voice was babbling on the other end of the phone: "I called you seven or eight times in one night, and you didn't answer."

"What's the matter?" Xiao Yao covered his mouth with his hands, looking a little unhappy.

"Damn it, didn't I want to return your bike to you? I don't know where your home is, and I was afraid it would be stolen if I left it at the entrance of your alley, so I had to ride it back for you! I'll give it to you at school tomorrow!"

Xiao Yao was startled and felt a little guilty: "What about your own car?"

"Hold the horse with one hand while riding!" The sound of the hairtail gradually faded away, and then there was the sound of gulping down water: "Oh, Brother Yao, you missed the show!"

"What's the good show?" Xiao Yao changed his ear and continued to cover his mouth with his hand.

"I went to the airport with Brother Long and his wife. Guess who we met?" Daiyu's tone was very excited.

"Met... let me guess," Xiao Yao thought for a moment and said nonsense: "Met Wang Ming?"

"That's right! Brother Yao, you are so awesome, how did you know that?" said Hairtail.

"...I guessed it," Xiao Yao was a little surprised: "Why did he go to that kind of place?"

"I'm telling you, Brother Yao," Daiyu said, "Brother Long and I dragged him to the alley behind the machine hall and beat him up. We beat him to death!"

"Huh?" Xiao Yao was a little confused.

"Then Brother Long and I decided that we should call Brother Yao out and give him a few kicks ourselves. So we called you, but you didn't answer, so we just gave up." When he said this, Daiyu's tone sounded a little frustrated.