My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 106 The Days Without Lu Yuan

Early the next morning.

Before Chen Xiaomiao could even fully open her eyes, her hand had already instinctively reached out to her side.

empty.

The tentacles are cold.

My heart sank suddenly, as if it had plummeted halfway down.

She sat up, clutching the blanket, staring intently at the empty pillow beside her, and remained there for a long time.

Normally, Lu Yuan would have been awake by now, either scrolling through his phone or... rubbing his hands and feet against her body.

But today, the house was eerily quiet, with only the sound of a fool weakly scratching at the door in the living room.

Chen Xiaomiao slowly got out of bed, washed up, and changed back into her old hoodie that she was used to wearing.

In the living room, the dog looked completely listless, lying by the door with its tail swaying listlessly and its ears drooping, looking just like an unwanted stray dog.

Hearing Chen Xiaomiao's movements, it raised its head and barked twice in short, sharp "woof woof," as if asking a question.

"Where's Lu Yuan? Where did Lu Yuan go?"

Chen Xiaomiao squatted down and vigorously rubbed the 250's fluffy head.

"They just left yesterday, they'll be back in a few days, what are you yelling about!"

That's how she comforted the dog, but inside, she felt restless and anxious, like grass was growing on her body.

The divination she did in the car yesterday seemed like a curse, lingering in her mind all night, and she couldn't shake it off.

Romantic luck...

She was completely exhausted and didn't even bother to make breakfast. She just drank some cold boiled water and forced down the leftover cold steamed buns from yesterday.

After finishing her meal, she started looking for things to do all over the house, trying to use busyness to squeeze out the messy thoughts from her mind.

First, I put all of Lu Yuan's clothes into the laundry basket, planning to wash them all at once when they've accumulated a lot.

Then he took a rag and wiped every nook and cranny of the house until it shone so brightly you could see your reflection in it.

In the end, she even completely dismantled the doghouse of the idiot and cleaned it inside and out.

As the sun rose higher, the room became bright and warm.

But as soon as Chen Xiaomiao finished her work and collapsed onto the sofa, that empty feeling washed over her again like a tide.

It's too quiet.

It was so quiet you could hear the second hand of the wall clock ticking away, each tick like a blow to your heart.

She stared at the dark television set, hesitated for a long time, and finally picked up the remote control and pressed the power button.

The screen lit up, and colorful images popped up accompanied by loud music, instantly filling the entire living room.

A Western fashion show is playing on TV.

A group of incredibly tall foreign women with legs as long as bamboo poles, dressed in strange clothes, walked back and forth on the stage with expressionless faces.

Their hair was golden, brown, and red, and their eyes were multicolored, just like the demon kings sculpted in temples.

Chen Xiaomiao stared in disbelief.

These foreign women all have high noses and thick lips, making them look unapproachable, and some even have dark skin.

But the audience, regardless of gender, kept clapping and cheering, as if they had seen a god descend to earth.

The unease that had been nagging at Chen Xiaomiao's heart began to surface again.

Are all the places Lu Yuan goes to filled with foreign girls like this?
Could they...could they also think Lu Yuan is handsome and try to get close to him?

What if Lu Yuan gets used to these tall, big foreign women and then looks down on her, this skinny, small country girl?
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She grabbed a cushion and hugged it tightly to her chest, muttering to herself in a low voice to the blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman on TV.

"With such deep-set eyes and a dark complexion, she's definitely destined to bring misfortune to her husband."

"And that one, with such a pointed chin and such high cheekbones, looks like she has a sharp and mean face, and is not good at having children!"

"My master said that a woman's beauty lies in her dignity. Walking like you're doing a folk dance is improper!"

She brought out all the face-reading tips her master had taught her and analyzed the fates of each of the foreign women on TV, which made her feel a little better.

But before they could catch their breath, the TV screen changed and started showing a foreign movie.

The male and female protagonists in the film are embracing and kissing passionately under some "Eiffel Tower" landmark, their love is so intense and unrestrained.

Chen Xiaomiao's face flushed crimson, and she quickly turned her head away, her heart a jumble of emotions, both bitter and astringent. Lu Yuan…could he also follow the Westerners' ways and have affairs with other women…?

"Bah bah bah!"

She quickly shook her head to shake off the ominous thought.

Lu Yuan is not that kind of person.

But what if?
What if those foreign girls are shameless and insist on getting close to him?
How many men are truly as virtuous as Liu Xiahui, able to remain unmoved by a woman's advances?

Just as I was lost in thought, my phone, which was on the coffee table, started buzzing.

Chen Xiaomiao was startled and hurriedly picked it up to see that it was a call from Song Jia.

"Hey? Xiao Miao, what are you doing?" Song Jia's voice was as energetic as ever.

"No... I wasn't doing anything, just watching TV." Chen Xiaomiao glanced guiltily at the couple still making out on the screen.

"I thought you were crying your eyes out while hugging Lu Yuan's pillow right now."

"I didn't!" Chen Xiaomiao immediately retorted, her voice shrill.

Song Jia chuckled on the other end of the phone: "Alright, alright, no, no. I was just asking if you're okay being home alone? Do you want me to come over and keep you company?"

"No need, I'm fine," Chen Xiaomiao retorted stubbornly.

"Really not? My mom is forcing me to go on blind dates again, and I'm worried I'll have nowhere to hide."

“Then…then you should still go,” Chen Xiaomiao muttered softly, “Finding a good husband is the most important thing.”

Song Jia let out a groan on the other end, clearly not wanting to continue the topic: "Alright, alright, let's not talk about this. Has Lu Yuan arrived yet? Did he let you know he arrived safely?"

"Not yet." Mentioning this made Chen Xiaomiao's heart clench again.

"There's a time difference, so it's probably still the middle of the night for him. Just wait, he'll definitely contact you as soon as he wakes up."

After comforting her, Song Jia added, "Alright, take care of yourself at home. Call me anytime if anything happens."

After hanging up the phone, the room returned to silence.

Chen Xiaomiao stayed up late in a sullen mood. She casually cooked a bowl of plain noodles and sat alone at the large dining table, finding no flavor in anything she ate.

The idiot was surprisingly intelligent; instead of circling under the table begging for food as usual, he quietly lay at her feet, occasionally rubbing his head against her calves.

After finishing dinner and washing the dishes, it was completely dark outside.

Chen Xiaomiao paced back and forth in the room, and finally reluctantly walked into the master bedroom.

The bed was made neatly, and the blankets were folded squarely; she had just tidied it up during the day.

But she just couldn't stand the sight of it.

She climbed into bed, rearranged the neatly folded blankets, placed Lu Yuan's pillow next to her, and then crawled into bed.

The bed was cold, lacking the familiar warmth and the comforting scent that made her feel at ease.

Chen Xiaomiao tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, her mind a complete mess.

She simply sat up, opened the bedside table, and wanted to take some of the melatonin that Lu Yuan usually took.

Inside the cabinet, besides a few books, there was a small box she had never seen before.

Curious, she took it out and looked at it in the moonlight. Her face flushed redder than a boiled shrimp.

She had seen this thing in Qi Lili's bag before. Qi Lili had even explained its uses to her, which made her feel incredibly embarrassed.

She felt like she was holding a hot potato, so she quickly stuffed the box back into the back of the cabinet, her heart pounding like a drum.

This Lu Yuan... he's not even a decent person yet, but he's already prepared all the equipment!
She lay back in bed, pulled the blanket over her head, and her mind was a complete mess.

One moment it's those blonde, blue-eyed foreign girls on TV, the next it's this little box that makes her blush and her heart race, and then it's the pleasant scent of Lu Yuan when he's holding her.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Xiaomiao simply got up again, and groggily pulled out a T-shirt that Lu Yuan often wore from the closet, hugging it tightly to her chest like a precious treasure.

Lying back in bed, smelling that familiar scent, my anxious heart finally found some peace.

She lay there with her eyes open in the darkness, burying her face in her clothes and muttering softly.

"Lu Yuan, oh Lu Yuan..."

"Please, whatever you do, don't bring a foreign woman back..."

(End of this chapter)