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

Her feet are so small and soft.

Xiao Yao subconsciously sat up, causing Shen Jie's left foot to lose its footing and passively take another step forward, this time landing directly on the bottom of the bathtub.

Xiao Yao touched some button on his back, and the water in the bathtub started to bubble and create small artificial ripples.

The moment Shen Jie stepped into the water, her ankles were completely submerged, and half of her calves were completely underwater. As she lifted her heels, half of her glossy black stockinged foot returned to the surface. The water was gently patting her ankles, and as she fell, the thick, wet black stockings could be seen gleaming under the light.

The girl lifted her right foot and stepped on the button, trying to turn off the artificial water ripples—but instead of turning them off, the water ripples started automatically injecting bubble solution into the bathtub.

Her stockings, wrinkled from being squeezed, seemed to be seeping water droplets, but another wave of water swept over them, and the droplets disappeared, leaving the stockings saturated with water and about to overflow.

Looking at her feet through the water, Shen Jie thought they were very beautiful. She felt the hot water flowing over her ankles through her socks, and it was surprisingly comfortable—an experience she had never had before.

From Xiao Yao's perspective, her legs, encased in black stockings, stretched from under her skirt all the way to the surface of the water, disappearing into the water that was beginning to be covered with white foam. The sight was absolutely stunning.

Then, Shen Jie released her hands from her skirt, and the black dress instantly fell into the water. The skirt became even darker because it was soaked, and it floated on the water, forming a large circle—if you see some oil paintings depicting medieval women drowning, you will see such a large circle of floating skirt.

Shen Jie sat back down on the edge of the bathtub, her calves glistening wetly, her perfect stockinged feet gently stepping into the thick foam beneath her long dress.

At this point, the bathwater had completely turned into a bubble bath, with white foam floating on the surface, making the visibility of the water almost zero.

A last spark of reason flashed through Xiao Yao's mind: No, I can't... Yu Luying, she...

He reached out to grab those two little feet, but Shen Jie's two little feet were like two nimble little fish, sometimes blowing out a few bubbles, sometimes diving into the depths of the water.

Later, Xiao Yao couldn't tell whether he was stopping Shen Jie or what he was doing.

Her feet were warm and soft, small enough to be easily grasped, with delicate arches, rounded heels, and playfully wiggling toes...

The last shred of reason was extinguished by this tank of water.

……

"Ah—" The girl raised her right foot in surprise.

"Wife, why is your face so red?" Xiao Yao asked her deliberately.

"None of your business—it's just wax to keep out the cold!"

She bent down, scooped up the water and foam from the bathtub, and washed the long skirt around her thighs and waist.

Then, she lifted her skirt and began to wash her calves.

The soaking wet black dress clung to the girl's legs with some wrinkles, and as the hem of the dress left the water, a waterfall cascaded down, making a splashing sound.

Xiao Yao stared at Shen Jie's exposed calves—under the black stockings, her slender legs showed no sign of excess fat, and her petite feet were encased in stockings, revealing alluring curves, with water droplets constantly dripping from the semi-transparent heels of the stockings.

Shen Jie pressed her legs tightly against the middle of her calves with both hands, and water droplets immediately seeped out between her fingers. She continued to press down, squeezing out a lot of water. The black stockings were wrinkled after being squeezed, but Jie'er simply wiped them smooth out.

But Xiao Yao's next move rendered all of Shen Jie's efforts futile—he suddenly stood up from the foam, pounced on her, grabbed her, and then lay back down in the water with the girl in his arms.

"Are you crazy?!" Shen Jie yelled. "I didn't bring any spare clothes!"

……

The ambient lighting in the love hotel room was off, and the light enveloping the large bathtub was orange-yellow, which made Xiao Yao feel a little cozy.

Shen Jie's neck and below were completely submerged in foam, making it hard to breathe, so she sat up again.

Xiao Yao was astonished to discover that Shen Jie's black and white dress, even when completely soaked, actually revealed...

"Why are you staring at me like that..." Shen Jie asked, then looked down and found the answer. Her face turned red, and she covered herself with her hands.

“I love you…” Xiao Yao said emotionally.

This time, Shen Jie didn't answer "Me too" or "I know," but instead said, "Before saying I love you, could you please close your thieving eyes first?"

Okay, my wife!

Xiao Yao closed his eyes, embraced the beautiful girl, and under the gentle massage of the water, he actually fell asleep.

When he woke up, he didn't know how long he had been asleep. He only saw a black thing floating on the foam on the surface of the water. Shen Jie was hugging him and happily kicking her feet from underwater to the surface, revealing her fair and rosy little toes.

The girl was humming a song that Xiao Yao had never heard before, so he couldn't tell if she was off-key again, but it didn't seem bad.

“When I was little, my mother told me that in a faraway ancient country, the Little Mermaid turned into foam. She melted her deep love into the ocean~~~~” Shen Jie sang while playing with the foam on the water and smearing it on her dress: “I didn’t understand the mystery, and the story gradually faded away. Ah ah ah~ I was still young.”

"Why did you take your socks off?" Xiao Yao asked her.

"Nonsense, it's so hot." Shen Jie rolled her eyes and continued singing: "That day when you quietly left, I suddenly remembered that ancient story. It's not far away, it happened right beside me~~"

Xiao Yao was certain that she was still singing off-key, since the second verse was in a different tune from the first.

"I scoop up the sea foam, and tears stick to my face," Shen Jie scooped up the bathtub foam and pressed it to her face: "I scoop up the sea foam, and tears stick to my face. Ahhh~~~ Where are you? Ahhh~~~ Where are you?"

"Ahhh~ I'm here~~" Xiao Yao kissed her on the cheek and sang, "Ahhh~ I'm here~"

"You mustn't let me down." Shen Jie buried her head in Xiao Yao's arms.

I never expected that a strong-willed girl like her would say something like something a little girl who's afraid of being abandoned would say.

"I'm not that heartless prince, I will never let you turn into bubbles," Xiao Yao said in a deep voice.

"Heh," Shen Jie sneered, "If that's the case, I'll make you turn into foam and sink to the bottom of the Yellow River first."

Xiao Yao scrutinized Shen Jie's expression, calculating in his mind how much of the threat was real and how much was fake.

But even if it's true, it doesn't matter, because I would never, ever let her down.

Although nothing substantial happened between him and his wife this time, the fact that she said such things suggests that the psychological effect was roughly the same.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao happily started singing: "Oh oh oh~~ They say women don't love men who aren't bad in the city, I just don't understand it—"

"Shut up, you stupid kid!" Shen Jie interrupted promptly. "It's so annoying! You keep singing the same song over and over again. Can't you sing something new?"

"In this world of criticism and struggle, everyone must learn to protect themselves. Let me believe in your loyalty, my beloved comrade!"

Shen Jie covered her ears speechlessly.

Xiao Yao gave in and sang her "Our Love" and "Lydia," the most popular songs among middle school students that year. The two of them sat facing each other, quietly soaking in the water, occasionally splashing water on themselves and each other. Neither of them spoke; one sang and the other listened.

After singing two songs, Xiao Yao stopped and chatted with her about everyday things.

Xiao Yao thought it was a very beautiful scene, the only flaw being that he was shirtless while the other person was fully clothed in underwear and a dress, which looked a bit strange.

The young man felt extremely relaxed at this moment, his mind as still as water—free from the troubles of lust, he was soaking in the water with his beloved with a pure and innocent heart, feeling particularly relaxed. At this moment in life, he felt he should drink a big cup of wine.

Yes, Big White, do you still have RIO?

“Don’t you feel,” he asked Shen Jie, “that taking a bath together like this, chatting and relaxing, creates a warm and cozy feeling, a sense of… tranquility and peace?”

"I feel like I'm about to faint from soaking—let me wash you up, and then we'll go upstairs?"

Xiao Yao sighed inwardly, thinking, "We still can't connect on a deeper level."

"Good, good, good, peaceful and relaxing," Shen Jie said.

"Alright," Xiao Yao said, "If you feel dizzy, go up first."

Shen Jie didn't move, but lowered her head and thought for three seconds. Then, she "swam" to Xiao Yao's side, her delicate fingers playing with the boy's chest, and rested her wet short hair on his shoulder: "Doggy, I miss my mom."

"What should we do then?" Xiao Yao said, "Should we find a public phone and secretly call her? Or, could we ask her to help persuade your dad?"

“Mom,” Shen Jie said calmly, looking into Xiao Yao’s eyes, but her tone was tinged with sadness, “has been gone for almost ten years.”

Chapter 126 Shen Jie's Deadly Question

2023-03-04

“My mother,” Shen Jie said calmly, looking into Xiao Yao’s eyes, but her tone was tinged with sadness, “passed away when I was just starting elementary school.”

Xiao Yao was taken aback and at a loss for words: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Mmm~" Shen Jie made a denial sound through her nose: "Don't be nervous, you don't know anyway."

“But…” Xiao Yao touched Shen Jie’s damp sleeve: “When we chatted before, you mentioned your mother to me, and you were talking about… recent events?”

“I also call her Mom, after all, it’s been almost ten years,” Shen Jie told him.

“Oh… stepmother,” Xiao Yao said.

Shen Jie glanced at him.

Xiao Yao's mind flashed to the wicked stepmothers in fairy tales. He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Shen Jie could tell what Xiao Yao wanted to ask, and while patting Xiao Yao's belly, she said, "My stepmother is very good to me, no doubt about it, but I still miss my own mother."

“Of course,” Xiao Yao nodded. “How about I go with you to see her sometime?”

"Okay." The girl's hand touched the boy's chest again.

"Will she like me?" Xiao Yao asked, as if talking to himself.

“As long as I tell her who you are, she will definitely accept you. That’s the kind of person my mother is, always calm and content, and even in her final days, she never complained about what fate had in store for her.”

"What did your mother give birth to..." Xiao Yao asked cautiously, but the girl seemed unwilling to answer, simply continuing on her own:

“That day, I asked Father Yu if he could offer Mass for the dead for my mother, but he refused, saying that it could only be offered to parishioners.”

Xiao Yao thought to himself that maybe they were just following the rules, but he replied aloud, "Ah? Father Yu is sometimes as stubborn as an old man."

"No, that's not it," Shen Jie shook her head and said, "Brother Bo was just following the church's rules, wasn't he?"

"Mm," Xiao Yao said.

“But my mother is also a Christian, just a Protestant one,” Shen Jie continued. “She is a really, really good person. She always tells me to repay everyone who is kind to me with kindness… She has had a great influence on me.”