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

"Tch, little girl, you still have such a sharp tongue," Xiao Yao sighed. "Sigh, you young people of this generation are different from us, you're more open-minded."

“Brother Yao Yao, go to hell,” Shuyi said. “You’re only three years older than me and you dare to act like you’re old.”

"I'll hit you." Xiao Yao raised his hand as if to slap you.

"Go ahead and hit me," Shuyi said, raising her pretty face.

"Sigh, you're not cute anymore now that you're grown up," Xiao Yao put down his hand and waved it beside him. "We were so close when we were little, don't you remember? When I was in fourth grade and you were just starting first grade, we were at your house—"

"You dare to mention it again?!" Shuyi's eyebrows shot up.

Back at the Party School and into her home, Yu Luying quickly kicked off her Crocs and ran into Xiao Yao's parents' bedroom, immediately collapsing onto the double bed.

"Get up, get up!" Xiao Yao yelled. "If you're not going to shower, at least change your clothes! Look at the soles of your feet, they're all black. And you just climbed onto my bed?"

“This isn’t your bed,” Yu Luying’s tone was clearly getting serious: “It’s your parents’ bed.”

"So?" Xiao Yao asked, hands on his hips.

“Your mom and dad are right here, they created you!” Yu Luying lay on the bed and raised her hands: “This is a special place.”

“I really can’t stand you,” Xiao Yao said. “I’m telling you, don’t use alcohol as an excuse to act recklessly. Your behavior when you’re drunk reflects your character, you know?...Did you hear me?”

“…ZZZzzz.” The girl fell silent.

Good grief, are you faking death?

Xiao Yao's gaze fell on the soles of the girl's feet, which were pointing upwards as she lay prone.

How should I describe these soles of my feet?

They were a deep, dark color, slightly dull and worn. The entire sole of the socks was covered in tiny details, from heel to toe; the pantyhose were covered with fine lines and tiny particles, creating a uniform and delicate texture. These lines and particles were scattered throughout the socks, some forming fine lines, others converging into small spots. They were like the imprints of countless journeys her feet had taken, recording Little Apple's footprints and the past two days she had experienced.

The socks were no longer pure white, but slightly yellowish, and there were some minor wear and tear on the calves of the stockings, with fine stitches crisscrossing them, outlining a unique texture. Under the light, the socks emitted a faint sheen, like a gently shimmering veil, a glow that was especially noticeable at night, giving them a mysterious feel.

In layman's terms: It's filthy!

Xiao Yao couldn't tolerate her sleeping in his bed like that.

Okay, you're playing dead, huh? I'll teach you to play dead.

The boy made up his mind.

With a pure and innocent wish, he decided to help Yu Luying take off her pantyhose.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, put his hands inside Yu Luying's long skirt, and lifted it up to create a larger internal space.

He turned his head away from her, to fully demonstrate his respect for the girl's dignity and privacy.

Because it was a blind operation, in order to avoid accidentally touching places he shouldn't, Xiao Yao directly reached his hand inside and pressed it on the girl's smooth back.

Then, he explored downwards little by little, trying to find the edge of his goal.

If we can find that edge and gently hook it... we should be able to achieve our goal without touching her or seeing her, right?

……Bar?

I, Xiao Yao, am a gentleman and would never take advantage of someone in distress!

Just as he was feeling smug, Yu Luying suddenly seemed to be triggered by some kind of reflex, and her right foot suddenly hooked back and kicked him solidly in the stomach.

If you can't imagine what it looks like, you can think of the scene where someone gets kicked by a horse's hind hoof.

Xiao Yao didn't fly away; he just instinctively pulled his hands back and squatted down in pain.

Yu Luying also turned over in pain, sat up, clutched her stomach, and looked at the boy squatting in front of her with dazed eyes.

"No, that's not how it is... Let me explain..." Xiao Yao leaned on the edge of the bed and stood up unsteadily.

"What are you doing..." Yu Luying said drunkenly, "I'm not going to take a shower, come and sleep with me... sleep with me..."

Seeing that Yu Luying did not pursue his actions, Xiao Yao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stopped bothering her. He simply supported Yu Luying's shoulders, helped her lie flat, and covered her with a blanket.

Thinking about it carefully, I realized I was just being silly—I wasn't planning to stay here permanently, so what if the sheets got dirty? She's a clean and tidy young lady and she doesn't care, so why should I, a slovenly person, care?

I drank a lot today. I didn't feel anything when I drank that "deep-water bomb," but now the aftereffects are kicking in, leaving Xiao Yao feeling dizzy and with a splitting headache.

Go to sleep! We can talk about it tomorrow.

Oh, right, Shen Jie's goodnight phone call...

This can't be discussed tomorrow.

Xiao Yao reached for his phone, turned it on, and found it was dead and shut down.

He quickly plugged in the power and waited silently for the phone to charge to a level where it could be turned on.

If I just leave the computer off and fall asleep, I won't have any grounds to criticize Shen Jie when she disappears again.

Ah, right.

Xiao Yao suddenly remembered that a drunk person shouldn't be allowed to lie flat to sleep.

If you vomit at night, your vomit may block your trachea and cause you to suffocate.

This is not a joke.

Thinking of this, he quickly turned Yu Luying back to him.

The half-asleep girl let out a soft moan, and just like that, a leg and an arm straddled Xiao Yao's body.

OK.

Xiao Yao covered the two of them with the blanket again, then turned around, stretched out his long arm, and turned off the light.

The entire room was immediately plunged into deep darkness.

Xiao Yao held the girl in his arms, lying on his side as well. He could feel her breath, which smelled of alcohol and was, to be honest, a little unpleasant.

The stench of alcohol intensified Xiao Yao's urge to vomit—he began to worry that Yu Luying might spray herself on him in the middle of the night.

Even if it's someone you like, this kind of thing is still quite disgusting.

Thinking of this, he secretly turned Yu Luying to the other side, wanting her to sleep facing the outside of the bed, so that even if she vomited, she would vomit on the floor.

perhaps.

However, as soon as I turned her over, she stubbornly rolled back over, maintaining a face-to-face position with me, but she didn't seem to be awake.

After two attempts, Xiao Yao gave up trying to struggle.

Well, it's a blessing in disguise. If you really want to vomit on me, then vomit on me.

Besides, it's still uncertain who will vomit first.

"What are you doing instead of sleeping?" Yu Luying suddenly mumbled again, "I keep moving around, I keep moving around."

"I thought you were asleep—turns out you weren't asleep."

"Yeah, I suddenly woke up again."

Xiao Yao quickly said, "You, turn your back to me and I'll turn my back too. We'll sleep back to back today. Be careful, don't lie flat on your back."

"What are you doing... I don't want to," Yu Luying complained, "I... I want to lean on you..."

“Back to back is still leaning on each other…” Xiao Yao said.

"You're disgusted with me?" Yu Luying suddenly asked.

The girl kept her eyes closed the whole time, and Xiao Yao felt that he might fall into an endless dark sleep at any moment.

But his phone still wasn't working, so he couldn't fall asleep.

Now that Yu Luying is awake, we can talk to her a bit more while we wait for the phone to turn on.

“Yes, I’m disgusted with you.” Xiao Yao said deliberately, “I don’t like bad girls.”

"Hehe," Yu Luying rubbed her cheek against Xiao Yao's neck, "She's a good girl."

“Good girls don’t smoke,” Xiao Yao said. “I don’t want a girl who smokes.”

"I didn't smoke—just one puff, just to see what it felt like. We've already admitted our mistake... please don't let it happen again, okay?"

"What if you get addicted to just one bite?" Xiao Yao asked, holding Yu Luying in his arms.

"Didn't you secretly smoke when you were in junior high school? You didn't get addicted, did you?"

"Bullshit! I was just playing along when I was hanging out with them, just going through the motions and spitting it out after a quick sip—but you, on the first try, you inhaled it right into your lungs. Tang Xuewei taught you well, you're really something."

"Hey, stop messing around, dog," Yu Luying said.

Why is it the dog again? Xiao Yao wondered.

"I won't touch it again. I just tried it occasionally... Isn't life all about experiencing different things? Be good, listen to me, stop making a fuss. Ugh, the taste is awful, and it's so pungent. How can so many people like it?" Yu Luying complained.

"Alright, it's a deal, no more like this," Xiao Yao nodded and said, "I don't really like cigarettes and alcohol, and I don't know what's so great about them... It's one thing for a guy to be like this, but for a woman to be like this..."

“Look at you,” Yu Luying said, “you have double standards and you’re sexist.”

“I’m very traditional,” Xiao Yao told Yu Luying.

“You’re so annoying,” Yu Luying said. “At home, I’m controlled by my mother. She won’t let me do anything. I finally came to this place and wanted to… wanted to… but now you’re controlling me.”

"..." Xiao Yao hugged Yu Luying tightly: "Humans are not free to live, only truth can set them free."

"Big bunny, if I change, will you really stop liking me?" Yu Luying said pitifully, "Do you like the real Yu Luying, or the Yu Luying you imagine in your heart?"