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

Yu Luying's feet danced a silent melody below Xiao Yao's knees.

"Big Sheep, have you ever studied dance?" Xiao Yao blurted out, asking a silly question.

As soon as he asked the question, he thought to himself, "I've made a stupid mistake."

During the winter break, Mingming secretly went to watch Yu Luying rehearse for the school's dance performance and even asked Zhou Yao to send Yu Luying a pair of knee pads in her own name.

“Compared to my sister, I just can’t do it,” Yu Luying said. “Is that enough? My legs are sore.”

"Yes, I felt it," Xiao Yao nodded and said, "Yingying, do you remember when Zhou Yao gave you a knee pad during winter break?"

“I remember,” Yu Luying said expressionlessly, looking into the darkness around the balcony, “You sent it, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Xiao Yao said, slightly taken aback. “How did you know? Well, Zhou Yao betrayed me?”

“She didn’t,” Yu Luying told Xiao Yao. “She said she bought it for me, but I guessed it was from you.”

“But you still accepted it, knowing full well but not saying anything,” Xiao Yao said happily, “and I even saw you wearing it.”

“Mm,” Yu Luying said.

"Actually, you had already accepted me from that time on?"

“As a friend,” Yu Luying said, “giving gifts anonymously and doing favors for others is something only a fool would do.”

Xiao Yao scratched his head and said, "I was afraid you wouldn't accept it if you found out. I'm not trying to win your favor; I'm just worried about your knees."

“I know,” Yu Luying said, “that’s why I accepted it—what are you doing?”

Before anyone knew it, as they were talking, Xiao Yao had already pulled Yu Luying's small feet by her ankles and placed them on his thighs.

Just in front of the girl's toes were Xiao Yao's oversized shorts.

These shorts have very wide legs, like dark mountain tunnels wide enough for a train to pass through.

And the hand that was gripping its own ankle was still trying to pull the train along.

"Where are you going to put it?!"

"Oh, no, you misunderstood. I'm just a little itchy."

"This?" Yu Luying stretched her toes forward slightly and curled her toes.

Xiao Yao wasn't itchy before, but now he was. He felt a little regretful, but could only nod.

"Your thighs are quite fleshy too."

"How is that despicable? You can't slander someone's innocence out of thin air!" Xiao Yao retorted casually, feeling agitated.

"Who said you were despicable? Liu Bei's thighs grew fat again because of his comfort, and that's what they were talking about. I used to think Liu Bei was really fat, but now that I see you have a pretty well-proportioned figure, I didn't know you could get fat here too."

Yu Luying poked at Xiao Yao's thigh with her toes, watching curiously as the flesh trembled slightly, as if she were petting some small animal.

Xiao Yao froze, on the verge of exploding—he was puzzled as to how Yu Luying could be so oblivious, so he had to change the subject, saying, "From a young age... they always said my... earlobes looked like... Liu Bei's, so... when I was little, Teacher Ji... always called me... 'Little Landlord,' and I called him... 'Old Landlord,' because... he also... had those big earlobes... people in the countryside said... people in the countryside said... with those ears, my ancestors... must have been... landlords in the countryside, and in... the city... capitalists..."

"..."

"I need to use the restroom. Is it you or me?" Xiao Yao gritted his teeth, determined to escape this gentle trap.

"I don't know..." Yu Luying withdrew her foot and gently patted Xiao Yao's waist: "Why don't you try it first?"

"Understood," Xiao Yao said.

Rush out of your window, as fast as you can without looking back...

He left the balcony, went to the bathroom, and flushed a large puddle of water, feeling that the pressure in his bladder had mostly subsided.

Instead of immediately returning to the balcony, she walked around the house and took pictures of all the places that Yu Luying had cleaned and tidied up.

After all, we're going back in a couple of days, and when we come back next time, it'll probably just be a pile of dust again...

Let's do this as a way to commemorate Cinderella's hard work?

Xiao Yao went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and touched his watermelon.

I walked around two or three shops near the Party School, but couldn't find any that sold chilled watermelons, so I had to buy some and chill them myself.

It's not very cold yet—when will it finally get cold?

Xiao Yao picked up a kitchen knife, swiftly chopped the watermelon in half, casually stuffed the other half back into the refrigerator, then found a metal spoon in the cupboard, rinsed it with tap water for a while, and finally carried the half watermelon with one hand to the balcony.

"My lady, please." Xiao Yao used a spoon to scoop out a large, sweetest, and most delicious piece from the middle of the watermelon and held it to Yu Luying's mouth.

Yu Luying raised her head slightly and swallowed it in one gulp. Xiao Yao immediately felt the sweet juice fill his mouth.

Then, Yu Luying reached out and handed over the watermelon: "It's not very cold yet."

“It’ll have to do, Miss—Miss Big Sheep,” Xiao Yao sat back down on the recliner, “It’s a rural place.”

"Xiao Yao," Yu Luying said to Xiao Yao while continuing to eat watermelon, "let me tell you a story."

“Okay, go ahead and tell me,” Xiao Yao said with great interest.

“There was a person who ate watermelon on the balcony in the summer, taking a small spoon and scooping and scooping,” Yu Luying said with a smile.

Xiao Yao: "?"

Yu Luying continued, "Suddenly she saw someone rummaging through drawers and cabinets in the room, and she asked him, 'What are you looking for?'"

Xiao Yao: "Wait, isn't this the story I told you before? Can we not tell this while we're eating watermelon on the balcony?"

“The man replied, ‘I’m looking for my head,’” Yu Luying said in a cold tone.

Xiao Yao covered his ears with both hands.

"At this moment, our protagonist looked down at the half watermelon in her hand..." Yu Luying looked down at the half watermelon in her hand.

Of course, a watermelon is still a watermelon; it won't turn into anything else.

"How about that?" Yu Luying said with a hint of pride, "I'm not afraid anymore!"

Xiao Yao gave a thumbs up: "Well done, you can watch a horror movie with me next time."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a shrill cell phone ringtone suddenly sounded.

To say it was jarring would be an exaggeration; the main problem was the excessively quiet environment and the ongoing conversation, which terrified the girl so much that she almost screamed.

Then, Yu Luying told another scary story: "It's my mom, don't make a sound—hello? Mom."

"..."

"At the hotel."

"..."

"No, I'm just wandering around outside the hotel. The scenery in the countryside is especially beautiful."

"..."

"Don't be angry, I'm about to go upstairs. What's the rush to book a room?"

"..."

"Don't come any closer, are you crazy? It's so late at night."

"..."

"Okay, okay, I'll take the picture, I'll take the picture."

Yu Luying put down the phone and jumped up like a giant antelope: "It's dead, it's dead, it's dead! My mom called to check, and the hotel said that the reserved room hasn't been checked in yet."

"What should we do then?" Xiao Yao was taken aback.

"My mom said she wants to come over, I'm really impressed with her."

"what?"

Yu Luying, like a panicked rabbit, hopped and skipped as she opened the door and ran downstairs in her space slippers without even changing her sneakers.

"Wait for me!" Xiao Yao, carrying a duffel bag, chased after him out the door, kicked the door shut, and ran downstairs.

Now she didn't mind the darkness anymore. She ran all the way through the path beside the artificial pond, across the Party School's playground, and stopped in front of the iron gate, panting and staring blankly with her hands on her knees.

“The Party School has a curfew at 10 o’clock.” Xiao Yao finally caught up with him.

He knocked on the door of the gatehouse for half a minute, which woke up the cursing old man. Only after he smiled and said nice things did he get the old man to open the door.

After leaving the Party School, Yu Luying continued running while looking for a taxi or rickshaw, but at 10 p.m., where could she find a rickshaw?

"Where is the station?" Yu Luying asked Xiao Yao.

The girl walked ahead with a livid face, while Xiao Yao carried his own duffel bag—wait, his own duffel bag? Damn it, he was supposed to take her luggage, but he took the wrong one—and followed closely behind her, not daring to say anything, just walking and looking left and right for a taxi or rickshaw.

Even an unlicensed taxi will do.

As I reached the top of the "Tonghai Bridge," a black sedan drove towards me.

Then it sped past with a "whoosh".

This modified black sedan stood out against the night sky—its entire body was painted a deep black, while bright blue neon lights shone brilliantly from the front and rear. These neon lights encircled the entire front and rear bumpers, shimmering with a subtle, starry blue glow.

In short, eye-catching and flashy.

As far as Xiao Yao knew, there was only one idiot in this small town who would drive around aimlessly in a car like that.

"Hey!" Xiao Yao suddenly shouted, startling Yu Luying: "Xu Ruiyi!"

Before Yu Luying could react, Xiao Yao continued shouting as he chased after the car's taillights: "Xu Ruiyi! Xu Ruiyi!"