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

It's not that he's jealous of girls.

It's not that Xiao Yao felt any unfamiliarity or surprise about Shen Jie's persona of making new best friends wherever she went.

However, even if he didn't fully understand the influence of this bad best friend, he had at least heard about it.

So far, apart from Father Li and monogamy (X), Xiao Yao has no negative feelings toward the church.

If Shen Jie is really determined to join, he won't object, and it wouldn't be a big deal for him to join along with the two girls.

However, Xiao Yao did not have much affection for fanatics like Luzia.

It's even more dangerous if this fanatic still harbors ill will and prejudice against you.

It's hard to say how much of an impact it will have if couples share a room but sleep in separate beds for ten days.

Even if we're talking about "spreading the gospel," it should be me who does it!

Don't underestimate me just because I'm a newcomer—I'm your dear Father Yu's personal disciple, and I've diligently studied his entire catechism course.

Han Han once said that holding a book in your hands is as comforting as a woman lying in her own bed.

This statement, conversely, shows that neither woman could feel at ease lying on the 20th floor or the 6th floor.

Yu Luying is a little better, at least she made her identity public in the camp. Shen Jie's "underground relationship" is like a wild horse that has broken free of its reins. It will cause that sense of powerlessness and panic of losing control, fearing that she will be led away by someone else. This is quite normal, isn't it?

What are you worried about, Xiao Yao?

Doesn't she still care about you a lot?

It's just a temporary separation of ten days...

……

The room was spacious and exquisite.

The bed is high-end and very comfortable.

The air conditioner is almost silent, and there are no mosquitoes or lice to bother you. Sleeping here, you can't hear any other random noises except for the sound of the sea.

Actually, Haitao couldn't hear it very well either, because the building was too high up.

In short, this place is far more livable than the dungeon I stayed in a few days ago, which didn't even have windows.

But now, as Xiao Yao lies here, he begins to miss those days sleeping in the "dungeon".

...Perhaps he has contracted the "rich man's disease" of "not being able to sleep without someone to keep him company," Xiao Yao thought to himself, secretly mocking himself.

Such a nice room, we should kick Gao Sijun out and invite the two of them over—even if it's just to sleep together.

If that goes against the purpose of the summer camp, then everyone chanting scriptures all night is also acceptable (×)

Only in this way can we live up to expectations and avoid wasting this wonderful room.

Ugh, what am I thinking?

Xiao Yao rolled around twice on the bed in the hotel room, from left to right and then from right to left, almost falling off.

Then, like a maggot, it writhed into a ball in the blankets.

There was a slight, dull heat in the area around my lower abdomen.

When was the last time...?

Well, it doesn't seem like it was that long ago, just after we rescued Shen Jie.

Immediately afterwards, by the river, he made a promise to Yu Luying: "I will try my best not to touch myself or Shen Jie outside of my daughter's room."

I wonder if Shen Jie is really asleep now. I wonder if that fierce old woman is playing the role of some stern old nun behind closed doors again.

...No, what am I thinking?

...No, why did I make such a vow of chastity in front of Yu Luying?

Did I say "try my best" in my original words?

Did you say it? Didn't you say it? Did you say it?

...Never mind, whatever. Even if Yu Luying agrees, I would never do such a thing during the parish summer camp.

This sense of awe for the sacred is still essential.

What's more, Gao Sijun was playing GBA right next to him.

Of course, I can go to the toilet...

Calm down! Stay calm!

“Gao Sijun,” Xiao Yao said.

"What?" Gao Sijun was still playing games.

"How about we recite some...night prayers or something?" Xiao Yao suggested.

"What is Night Class Sutra?" Gao Sijun didn't even look up.

"Then, the Rose Sutra?" Xiao Yao was taken aback.

"You can read it yourself. I'm going to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow." The fluorescent light on Gao Sijun's face disappeared, he turned over, and remained still.

My efforts to find someone to chant scriptures with to purify my mind have failed.

Xiao Yao picked up his phone again and looked at the only two photos on it.

A photo of three people, and those six feet.

They...are so beautiful.

Her face is beautiful, her feet are beautiful, and her heart is even more beautiful.

The boy closed his eyes, ruminating on his memories like an old ox chewing its cud.

He recalled every scene and detail of his decadent three-person date that night, like chewing sugarcane, continuously extracting its sweetness.

He thought about every word he had said to them, and every word they had said to him, recalling them word by word.

He thought about the time he danced with Shen Jie, and about the time Yu Luying danced with Shen Jie.

He imagined the soaked dresses and skinny jeans clinging to the girls' bodies.

He was thinking about the song the three of them sang together.

Slowly, he began to ruminate on the days he spent in the dungeon and the days he spent vacationing in the small town of Dongru.

The boy opened his phone and looked at the two newly taken photos again.

In Yu Bo's catechism class, Xiao Yao learned that Iesu's divinity and humanity are like a mixture of wine and water, inseparable and cannot be separated.

His love and lust were similar; it was hard to say which was which, but both were the loneliness of sleepless nights and the real and sincere longing for his lovers upstairs and downstairs.

Like most young people's love, it was shameless and exceptionally pure.

My phone screen lit up; it was a message from Shen Jie.

Xiao Yao's spirits lifted.

He carefully confirmed that it was Shen Jie to avoid making a mistake again.

Shen Jie's message contained only three words: "Are you asleep?"

"not yet."

"I just finished showering, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I'm thinking of you," Xiao Yao answered truthfully, but without adding "we."

"Glib-tongued and never serious," Shen Jie said.

"Sigh, it's so hard to be believed when you tell the truth," Xiao Yao said.

"Why are you thinking about me? Are you thinking I'll do something bad?"

Are you sure you're not flirting?

"I'd like to, but I don't dare," Xiao Yao continued to tell the truth.

"I want to see you."

"Hmm?" Xiao Yao's heart pounded.

“Right now,” Shen Jie said.

"Stop messing around," Xiao Yao typed these two words, then deleted them and replaced them with "Okay, where to meet?"

After sending the message, Shen Jie fell silent again.

Xiao Yao waited for several minutes, and was just about to send another "?" when Shen Jie's message arrived: "Seventh floor... elevator entrance, how's it going?"

Xiao Yao wins! The fierce old woman loses!

Chapter 292 Has she already liked me that much?

2023-08-11

Xiao Yao stood there dumbfounded for over twenty minutes, pacing back and forth in front of the elevator on the seventh floor, but the "ding" sound never came. Shen Jie came out of the stairwell, waved to Xiao Yao, and led him into the dark, clattering stairwell.

Shen Jie stood at the top of the stairs, barefoot in comfortable slippers and wearing a white off-the-shoulder, low-cut T-shirt. With a light stomp of her foot, the motion-sensor lights in the stairwell turned on. The hem of the T-shirt was long, covering her bare thighs, making it seem as if she wasn't wearing anything underneath.