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

The boy felt his body burning hot, but the girl in his arms felt even hotter.

Xiao Yao felt as if he were embracing a live volcano filled with magma, about to erupt.

……

Yu Luying's eyes suddenly opened—caught off guard, Xiao Yao saw Yu Luying's wide-open eyes.

Four large eyes stared intently at each other in the darkness.

No one spoke.

However, she did not stop herself from doing so.

With tacit approval, Xiao Yao became even bolder.

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There was a "sizzle" sound.

A slight tearing sound reached his ears—a soft, crisp sound, like a gentle breeze rustling through a thin veil, carrying a pleasant rhythm. The tearing sound conveyed a momentary tension, as if a taboo had been broken, while simultaneously bringing a sense of liberation.

……

Yu Luying raised her hand and slapped him across the face. The force was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough to make her clear-headed reason start to fight back against her brain.

Xiao Yao suddenly felt an indescribable fear.

What am I doing?

What's wrong with me?

Shen Jie's earnest care, and the promise I made to Shen Jie.

The condemnation of Yu Luying's father revealed a deep-seated fear of repeating the same mistakes and harming Yu Luying.

Everything began to come rushing in, like a patient with amnesia suddenly regaining their memory.

The overwhelming amount of information at once overwhelmed his brain, leaving him temporarily unable to process it.

Before Xiao Yao's eyes appeared the desolate and barren Lingbo Prison he had dreamed of, and "Shen Diyun" lying on the ground, smiling at him.

The boy realized that he was beginning to shrink.

He lay back down on his side.

"I'm sorry," he said.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but in the darkness, he heard two faint sobs.

The boy reached out and hugged the girl's neck: "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Yu Luying didn't speak, but continued to lie there quietly, without moving.

Xiao Yao held her, continuing to murmur words of comfort until his consciousness slowly sank back into darkness.

The next morning.

When Xiao Yao woke up again, he only felt that he had a dream last night that was both sweet and uncomfortable, but he couldn't remember what he dreamed about.

He reached out and touched the bed, only to find it empty.

……

Oops!

Yesterday, I was supposed to charge and turn on my phone, and then wait for Shen Jie to contact me. But I ended up chatting with Yu Luying and just fell asleep.

Dead! Dead!

Xiao Yao hurriedly grabbed the phone and turned it on.

Both the SMS inbox and QQ were empty, and there were no missed calls when the phone was turned off.

My QQ messages are all my own; Shen Jie's last message was around 11 a.m. yesterday.

The previous missed call was also like that.

What's going on here?

Xiao Yao had a splitting headache, so he got out of bed and went to the kitchen to get some water.

The water bottle was empty, and Xiao Yao felt a burning sensation in his throat, so he filled the bottle with a little tap water and drank it.

The faint smell of sodium hypochlorite hit Xiao Yao's brain, making him feel slightly more awake.

By the way, where is Yu Luying?

"Yu Luying?!" Xiao Yao exclaimed.

There is no restroom.

Living room? No.

There wasn't one on the balcony either.

...They went out?

Xiao Yao opened the door and looked around the stairwell with a bewildered expression.

He closed the door, sat in the dining room, and started making phone calls.

As a result, Yu Luying's phone rang right next to her bed.

Next to her phone was the wastebasket in the room, which contained a large wad of white fabric.

Xiao Yao took the wad of fabric in his hand, unfolded it, and found that it was a dirty white pair of pantyhose.

The pantyhose were not only covered in dust and stains, but also had two obvious tears, one of which was on the left thigh. The edges of the holes had some messy loose threads, making it look like they had been deliberately torn rather than naturally worn.

The overall color of the pantyhose is no longer pure white, but has been stained a dull grayish-white by dust and dirt.

These pantyhose did not take on a complete shape when unfolded; they looked somewhat distorted and deformed, losing their original luster and fullness.

Xiao Yao held the dirty white pantyhose in his hand and fell into deep thought.

What exactly happened?

Ugh, my head hurts so much.

The boy pressed his hands to his temples.

and many more.

Xiao Yao suddenly realized that there was still one room he hadn't checked.

He gently grasped the key on the door, turned it to the right, and softly pushed open the door to the small room.

This small room once belonged to him; it was his tiny bedroom.

The boy breathed a small sigh of relief when he saw the person lying on the bed.

So you were here.

The girl was wrapped in a blanket, curled up, and sleeping on a bare wooden board with a pillow under her head.

"Why are you sleeping here?" Xiao Yao asked with a smile, leaning against the door of the small bedroom.

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Chapter 222, Page 221: Mom, let's not embarrass ourselves!

In Xiao Yao's bedroom that morning, it was as if time itself had been awakened from a long silence. The room had been empty for over a year, thick dust covering every corner. Sunlight streamed through the stained curtains, bringing a faint warmth to the room.

The room was filled with memories of its former owner, but now only some abandoned personal belongings remained. An empty bookshelf stood to one side, with a few books scattered on the floor, their open pages yellowed.

A few rags were piled up in the corner, the wardrobe doors were wide open, and only a few lonely old clothes remained on the hangers. Almost all the items had been moved away.

In the corner of the bedroom stood a bed, once Xiao Yao's comfortable resting place, but now only bare, spliced ​​wooden planks remained. There were no sheets on the bed; only a young girl, wrapped in a blanket, was curled up in a ball, her body trembling slightly, her brow furrowed, as if experiencing some kind of unease in her dream.

The pillow rested gently against the headboard, under the girl's head. The room was filled with the silence of time, and the air was thick with a desolate atmosphere.

One wall was covered with a Jackie Chan poster, the edges of which were curled up. On the other wall (next to the bed), there were a variety of colorful posters of football stars, printed portraits of Zhao Ling'er, lyric sheets from Lao Lang's cassette tapes, album covers, and so on.

"Why are you sleeping here?" Xiao Yao asked with a smile, leaning against the door of the small bedroom.

Yu Luying ignored him and remained asleep.

Xiao Yao walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and shook the girl's arm: "Why did you come here to sleep?"

The girl slightly opened her eyes, saw it was him, her body trembled violently, and she jumped up.

Then, wrapped in a blanket, she curled up in the corner.

?

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yao asked, puzzled, and reached out to stroke her fur.

The girl shrank her neck, avoiding the boy's hand.

"What are you doing?!" Xiao Yao was a little angry.

Yu Luying's body began to tremble slightly, her eyes looking like those of a frightened little animal.