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

...I don't know why, but I just can't bring myself to hate this lovestruck fool.

While his mind was filled with wild fantasies, Xiao Yao boiled water, washed his bottom and feet, and lay on the bed, staring blankly at the old calendar of male celebrities above his head.

At this very moment, is Shen Jie also lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, missing me, just like me?

Most likely, 80% is true.

……

I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

I wish someone could sleep with me, whether it's her, her, or her...

Xiao Yao began to ruminate like an old ox on the good nights he had spent with her, her, and her.

Memories are so sweet and lively, like biting into a cool and sweet sugarcane.

However, when compared with reality, it is still impossible to swallow.

In the end, the juice extracted through repeated chewing dissipates, leaving only a mouthful of dry sugarcane residue.

In other words... now, you're fucking utterly alone.

You're fucking lazy.

Without even looking at the time, Xiao Yao called Yu Luying.

The call was immediately disconnected.

Drowning in the face of an angel: ?

Drowning in the face of an angel: My mom is asleep and it's inconvenient for me to answer, what's wrong?

Don Quixote: Nothing, I just wanted to say goodnight to you.

Drowning in the face of an angel: Goodnight.

Don Quixote: I'm feeling a little unwell. Can you comfort me?

Drowning in the beauty of an angel: [hugs][hugs][hugs][roses]

Don Quixote: [Kiss][Goodnight]

Xiao Yao got out of bed and took out the pair of socks that Yu Luying had given him.

These grey, ankle-length cotton socks are made of soft cotton. The overall light grey color gives them a fresh and comfortable feel. A cute cartoon bear pattern in bright colors adorns the ankle area, adding a touch of vibrancy to the socks.

Having been worn all day, the cotton socks were showing some marks. They had been worn inside the Adidas Superstar shoes all day, so they felt a little stuffy—a faint smell of sweaty feet was emanating from them, but it wasn't strong.

Xiao Yao knew that these cotton socks had undergone a long journey, traveling from Dongru to Shanghai by bus. During the long trip, they had experienced a lot of friction and compression, but still maintained their comfortable texture. Although there were some minor wrinkles and creases, they still maintained their good shape overall.

The boy covered his face with the socks and immediately smelled a faint cotton scent.

It was a soft scent, like the fresh air of a cotton field, making him feel as if he were surrounded by soft clouds. The socks also seemed to carry a faint hint of detergent.

Of course, there's also Yu Luying... her own unique flavor.

The scent gradually spread, slowly filling Xiao Yao's senses. His breathing gradually became steady, and his body felt a sense of peace and relaxation.

He gradually drifted into a deep sleep.

……

……

The next morning, as soon as he woke up, he immediately grabbed his phone.

It's already past nine o'clock...

I opened QQ, and neither oO舒荷Oo nor 溺于天使之颜 sent me any messages.

There was a question mark in my inbox.

Xiao Yao stared at the number for a moment and thought it should be Zhou Xiaoying.

Just as he was about to reply to Zhou Xiaoying, a number in his contacts labeled "Brother Bo" called.

Honestly... before I saw the words "Brother Bo," I was hoping it was a call from Shen Jie or Yu Luying...

"Hey, Brother Bo." Xiao Yao's voice was still half-asleep.

"Hey, you brat!" came Yu Bo's gruff voice from the other end of the phone.

Chapter 227 Searching for Shen Jie

2023-06-08

"Hey, you brat!" came Yu Bo's gruff voice from the other end of the phone.

Yu Bo called to personally invite him to class, which was very unusual.

Yu Luying has been the one actively taking care of this matter all along, while Yu Bo himself has mostly treated Xiao Yao with a "believe it or not" attitude.

Xiao Yao left the house and, as he walked towards Yu Luying's home, dialed Zhou Xiaoying's number.

To prevent readers from forgetting who Zhou Xiaoying is, here's a hint: she's Shen Jie's deskmate, and the last time we went to Qian Gui KTV to sing was to celebrate Zhou Xiaoying's birthday.

The phone rang three times before Zhou Xiaoying hung up.

"Who is it?" Xiao Yao then received this text message.

"I'm Xiao Yao, Shen Jie's boyfriend." After considering for a moment, Xiao Yao decided not to include his question in his self-introduction.

"Xiao Yao, it's a bit noisy here, what's up?"

"I just wanted to ask, do you know where Shen Jie is right now?" Xiao Yao replied.

"Let's stay home. We haven't played together in a while."

"I know it's at home, but which home? Could you please give me an address?"

The message was sent, but it disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Yao's heart sank as if it were a stone.

When he arrived at Yu Luying's building, Zhou Xiaoying's text message finally arrived.

"It's inconvenient to say."

Xiao Yao tried dialing the number again, but all he heard was a cold, standard female voice announcing: "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."

Xiao Yao swayed slightly, then leaned against the thick trunk of the willow tree in front of Yu Luying's house to catch his breath.

Although Zhou Xiaoying only replied with four words, Xiao Yao deduced the following message: "Xiao Yao, you've gotten your money's worth. You haven't suffered any losses. It's time to let go. Next time, go after a girl from a similar social class."

Then, I called Yu Luying.

It was blocked again.

Depend on!

Don Quixote: I'm at your doorstep, downstairs.

Drowning in the face of an angel: I'm not going today, you go ahead by yourself.

Drowning in the face of an angel: My mom isn't feeling well, so I'm accompanying her to the hospital.

Don Quixote: What?!

Don Quixote: What happened to Mom? Did she catch a cold in the countryside?

Don Quixote: Which hospital is it? I'll come too.

……

……

Xiao Yao leaned against the willow tree and waited for a while.

Don Quixote: ? ? ?

Drowning in the face of an angel: I asked my mom, and she told you to go to class, saying that going to class is important.

Drowning in the face of an angel: It's no big deal, I can take care of it.

Xiao Yao put away his phone and prepared to leave, somewhat dejected.

After walking three or four hundred meters, the boy stopped and looked towards the window on the second floor.

In the past, he had looked up at that window countless times.

……

Xiao Yao saw a figure flash by.

? ? !

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the window again.

This time, he saw nothing.

It's probably just my eyes playing tricks on me.

Ha ha ha ha.

It must have just been the wind blowing the curtains.