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

She's joking, right? She must be joking, right? Yeah.

In the dim light, Xiao Yao gazed at Shen Jie's face.

A meaningful smile was on her pretty face.

Xiao Yao shuddered.

Chapter 261 Three in the Afternoon is Also a Spring Night II

2023-07-12

"In the future, what are your plans..." Shen Jie asked him softly, "How will you kill me?"

Xiao Yao shuddered.

His first reaction was anger, his second was guilt and fear, and then the two reactions intertwined, and he felt that "this is a big problem".

Taking her to confront her father's shadow and talk to him was a terrible mistake.

Xiao Yao had overheard Yu Bo mentioning that one of the primary principles of exorcism is "don't talk to the devil."

Of course, there is a difference between shadows and demons, but...

“Stop messing around,” Xiao Yao muttered. “I was meeting your 47-year-old version just two days ago.”

Shen Jie: "Huh? You'd kill a 50-year-old woman too?"

Xiao Yao: "?"

Then, Shen Jie clung to Xiao Yao like an octopus, asking him to tell her the whole story of how 47-year-old Shen Jie met Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao dared not hide anything, nor was there any need to hide anything. He described to Shen Jie the entire process of meeting and getting along with his future Shen Jie from beginning to end—only omitting all the details of Shen Jie telling him to "win her over" and giving him face-to-face instruction on techniques.

"Serve in jail for my father? For 40 years?" Shen Jie asked in surprise.

……

"You two even slept together?" Shen Jie asked casually, her slender fingers tracing across Xiao Yao's chest.

Perhaps because the air conditioner was set too low, Xiao Yao shivered.

“We…” Xiao Yao did not hide anything and answered Shen Jie in detail about the whole incident that day.

"Huh? Doesn't that mean the two of us are already..." Shen Jie muttered, rolling over and over on the large bed.

"Bad, about the same," Xiao Yao said sheepishly.

Seeing that Shen Jie didn't seem unhappy, he felt slightly relieved.

“No wonder,” Shen Jie seemed to be talking to herself, “I was wondering why you became so skilled all of a sudden. I thought you had been training with that silly girl.”

"Don't talk nonsense, okay?" Xiao Yao retorted, his face flushed with guilt.

"Am I making this up?" Shen Jie retorted, "Didn't you two get along really well when you went to the countryside together?"

"They're up to no good," Xiao Yao thought.

He tried to gag Shen Jie, but she pushed him away, saying, "You still haven't told me how you plan to kill me in the future?"

"Take...take an axe to chop?" Xiao Yao rolled his eyes and stole a glance at Shen Jie.

"No, no!" Shen Jie shook her head repeatedly. "It sounds scary, and it hurts too much. I don't want to be chopped with an axe."

“Then use a sword,” Xiao Yao clenched his right fist, raised his thumb, and then drew a checkmark-like arc from the left side of his neck to the right. He felt that Shen Jie was just flirting, so he became bolder: “Swish, very quickly.”

"Aren't you annoying? It's always an axe or a sword." Shen Jie's face flushed slightly, and her breathing became rapid.

“Then how about,” Xiao Yao thought for a moment, “we’ll do what Sanmao did and hang you up with your pantyhose.”

“I heard that would look really ugly,” Shen Jie pointed out: “Your tongue and eyes would bulge out.”

“Uh,” Xiao Yao imagined it for a moment, and even he felt a little nauseous: “Then let it sink into the Yellow River, turn into foam, and you’d better be dressed up beautifully…”

"You have absolutely no respect for women," Shen Jie complained. "I'm so unlucky, how could I have fallen out with my family over someone like you—"

"Ah—" Xiao Yao lamented, "So how exactly do you want to die?"

“That’s right,” Shen Jie smiled and said, “We should have asked this question from the beginning. We should have asked the girl what she wanted instead of making arrangements for her without her consent.”

"..." Xiao Yao exclaimed, "Wife, how exactly do you want to die?"

"Who told you I wanted to die?" Shen Jie rested her head on Xiao Yao's chest. "But if that day really comes, as long as I die in your arms, that's all that matters."

"Where did you learn this?" Xiao Yao hugged the girl in front of him excitedly. "I promise you, I will try my best to do it—although it will still be difficult."

"What's so difficult about it?" Shen Jie asked Xiao Yao.

“Look, you’re a little older than me,” Xiao Yao pointed out.

"Aren't you annoying?" Shen Jie said.

“But it’s really only by a tiny bit – women’s average lifespan is several years longer than men’s. We’ll both die of old age, and it’ll be a bit difficult for me to outlive you,” Xiao Yao said casually. “I’m not the kind of person who pays much attention to health.”

“Then you should start taking care of your health now,” Shen Jie said quietly. “For my sake, start taking care of your health, and make sure you live longer than me.”

"I don't want to." Xiao Yao buried his head in Shen Jie's chest and shook it from side to side and up and down. "I don't want to live alone in a world without you, that would be too pitiful..."

"What's there to pity!" Shen Jie retorted, her eyebrows raised. "I was born into a world without you!"

“So,” Xiao Yao replied matter-of-factly, “you’ve already gotten used to it and adapted to it, so don’t make me suffer this grief anymore.”

"You're so selfish," Shen Jie pouted and criticized.

In the atmosphere that had become harmonious again, Shen Jie helped him sit up against the headboard, and then sat down directly opposite Xiao Yao.

"Stop talking and concentrate!" Shen Jie commanded.

“But…” Xiao Yao still looked at the hotel bedside table with a hint of reluctance.

"You want to die?"

“No, I want to live,” Xiao Yao said.

……

……

……

The boy let out a long sigh of relief.

The air was filled with a rich floral fragrance.

Shen Jie rubbed her slightly sore ankles and casually took off her light gray lace-trimmed ice silk socks. Just as she pulled the socks down to her insteps, Xiao Yao grabbed her forearm.

Xiao Yao shook his head at her.

"Pervert!" Shen Jie cursed under her breath as she pulled the socks back up to her ankles.

"Hehe, thank you." Xiao Yao leaned forward slightly.

……

Shen Jie shook her head desperately, turning it into a rattle-drum shape.

……

"Don't make me angry," the girl warned. "At this critical moment, I don't want to have a conflict or argue with you, but that doesn't mean you can bully me at will."

"Okay, I was just kidding." Xiao Yao withdrew his hand somewhat sheepishly.

Shen Jie grabbed Xiao Yao's forearm.

Xiao Yao: "?"

Before he could react, Shen Jie had already put his index finger in her mouth, sucked on it, and then spat it out.

Xiao Yao: !

……

"Are you satisfied now?" Shen Jie asked, sitting on the bed and wiping her mouth.

“No,” Xiao Yao touched his forehead, “you don’t have to force yourself like this…”

"I'm warning you, don't be so hindsight-wise," Shen Jie pointed at Xiao Yao, then crawled into the thick white quilt, wrapped herself up tightly, and said, "Go to sleep!"

"Huh?" Xiao Yao said, "Still sleeping?"

"I'm sleepy and tired," Shen Jie said. "You have to sleep with me too."

"What should I do if I can't sleep?" Xiao Yao asked Shen Jie.

"I don't care, you have to hold me even if you can't sleep," Shen Jie said, somewhat angrily.

"Okay." Xiao Yao crawled into bed, but Shen Jie turned over and faced away from him.

“Turn around,” Xiao Yao said.

“No,” Shen Jie said, “I like it when you hug me from behind, it’s very comfortable.”

"Alright." Xiao Yao obeyed.

“I also like you when you’re soft and weak like this,” Shen Jie said, “when you’re powerless to hurt me.”

Xiao Yao: "? I'll be able to hurt you again in a few hours."