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

"I think I've caught a cold," Xiao Yao explained. "I'm not feeling well."

"Then you should rest well. I'll bring you back your medicine later." Gao Sijun glanced at him again and went out.

They closed the door behind them when they left.

Xiao Yao fell heavily back onto the bed.

I had only been asleep for less than five minutes when I felt someone pulling my hair hard.

This woke him up, and he heard the banging on the door.

Xiao Yao opened the door, and standing outside was a tall girl. She was wearing a light yellow? pale yellow? apricot yellow? Yes, it should be apricot-colored, a top that looked like a neon school uniform, paired with a light-colored plaid long skirt that was seven or eight inches long, black leather shoes and black socks, and she had an icy expression.

“Mass,” she said.

Xiao Yao was already quite erect because of the morning, and seeing her clothes made him even more erect. He subconsciously slammed the door shut.

He hastily put on his clothes and hurriedly followed Yu Luying downstairs, yawning incessantly and swaying as if he were sleepwalking.

"Where can I buy coffee?" Xiao Yao asked Yu Luying.

"After Mass is over," Yu Luying said.

"I like your outfit today," Xiao Yao said.

"Thank you," Yu Luying replied.

Seeing that no one was around, Xiao Yao leaned over to kiss her, but the girl opened her right palm and pressed it against the lower half of his face.

The girl opened her mouth as if to say something, but said nothing.

The mass was very lively, in fact, it was too lively.

Even Xiao Yao, who was exhausted, perked up a bit.

"So this is what they call the Youth Mass?" Xiao Yao asked Yu Luying in a low voice.

"More or less," Yu Luying said.

There was no organ or piano used; all the songs—whether it was the Mass or the songs interspersed in between—were in the style of modern pop music, accompanied by guitar.

Yes, the guitar, the one I lent myself last night.

They even used a drum set.

...just the drum kit.

"Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us, boom boom."

You know what, the rhythm is really strong.

"Do you like it?" Yu Luying asked Xiao Yao.

"Well... it's alright." Xiao Yao answered truthfully, "I feel that while it's lively, it lacks the solemnity and dignity of a Mass. Is this... trend towards entertainment? Is this what young people need? I can't really say."

Yu Luying stared at him intently for two or three seconds, then hummed in agreement. She removed the cushions from behind her and Xiao Yao, flipped them over, spread them on the ground, lifted her skirt with both hands, and knelt down.

Xiao Yao clasped his hands together and turned to look for Shen Jie.

found it.

To Xiao Yao's surprise, she had a white, semi-transparent lace scarf draped over her head, covering all her hair, like a bride at a wedding—of course, a bride's veil is much longer.

Lu Jiya, who was next to Shen Jie, was also wearing the same veil.

Thinking about it carefully, Lucia was wearing this during yesterday's Mass, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

What new tricks is that fierce old hag up to now?

After the mass, there was a buffet breakfast. While Lu Ziya went to the restroom, Xiao Yao ran over to talk to Shen Jie, wanting to ask her what the headscarf meant.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached Shen Jie, who had very dark circles under her eyes, the latter took three steps back and stared at him nervously.

Yes, that's the taste.

With acting skills like that, why don't we apply to the Shanghai Theatre Academy together in the future?

Xiao Yao knew that Shen Jie did not want to speak to him in public at the summer camp, and was about to leave when Lu Jiya appeared at the entrance of the breakfast room.

Shen Jie jogged over to Lu Jiya and hid behind her, while Lu Jiya glared at Xiao Yao with a look of intense hatred.

Then, like an eagle protecting its chicks, it protected the mother cat.

Wait, an eagle protecting its chicks?

"Americano, or iced latte?" Yu Luying placed two paper cups on the dining table and asked Xiao Yao, who had just returned.

"What's the difference? I don't know, whatever." Xiao Yao casually picked up an iced latte and took a sip.

"Weren't you with her all night? And you even went to see her this morning?" Yu Luying picked up her Americano and took a sip, not looking at Xiao Yao, and said in a voice only he could hear, "With so many people, is it really possible to...?"

Xiao Yao felt a chill run down his spine. How did she know?

No wonder Yu Luying had a long face all morning.

This is so boring. I should have just hugged and kissed him when I should have.

Suffering for nothing.

Xiao Yao was filled with frustration.

"What, are you still angry and giving me that look?" Yu Luying took another sip of her iced Americano, still not looking at Xiao Yao: "Is it my fault for being nosy?"

“No, I…” Xiao Yao said.

Two large hands slapped Xiao Yao and Yu Luying heavily on their shoulders from behind.

The two looked up: "Brother Bo!" "Uncle!"

Yu Bo had changed back into casual clothes: "Sit down, sit down! Eat your food."

"Uncle, are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I've gone back to Shanghai. I'll be back in the next few days," Yu Bo said. "You two—take good care of yourselves."

"Brother Bo, let me see you off." Xiao Yao stood up as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

"No need, no need, just eat your breakfast. I just wanted to say hello," Yu Bo said.

"No, Brother Bo, I have something to tell you," Xiao Yao said softly.

“Oh, what are you saying? It’s nothing—if you have something to say, talk to another priest,” Yu Luying knew what he was going to say, so she quickly interrupted, “Uncle, don’t pay attention to him.”

Yu Bo looked at this and then at that, took out his phone and checked the time: "Let's talk in my car, I can only give you fifteen minutes."

"Oh, Xiao Yao!" Yu Luying stood by the dining table, pouting and stomping her feet in anger.

Chapter 293 Premarital Counseling

2023-08-13

Xiao Yao got into Yu Bo's car and slammed the passenger door shut.

"How have things been between you and Yingying lately?" Yu Bo lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Even though he was sitting in the driver's seat, he moved the seat far back and crossed his legs.

Today he was wearing shiny black leather shoes, black socks, plain black jeans, and a black shirt. Although it was casual wear, he still looked somewhat like a clergyman.

The car window slowly rolled up, the tinted glass blocking out the scorching sunlight and giving Xiao Yao a sense of security.

He intended to answer "It's fine" to quickly skip the initial small talk—after all, there were only fifteen minutes left—but what came out was "It's alright, nothing special."

My damn honesty!

Sure enough, Yu Bo raised his eyebrows and exhaled a smoke ring: "What?"

Xiao Yao coughed twice.

Smoking in your car with the windows closed, in front of minors, you deserve to die.

When Yu Bo saw Xiao Yao coughing, he rolled up the car window on one side, and immediately the noisy chirping of cicadas drifted in.

“Actually,” Xiao Yao carefully chose his words, “she broke up with me not long ago, but I persuaded her to come back.”

Yu Bo laughed and said, "Breakup? It's normal for a young girl to be emotional and fickle when she's in her first relationship. Just coax her a little."

"Do you also believe that girls naturally have the right to be demanding and unreasonable?" Xiao Yao asked. "Are boys born to give in to girls?"

“That’s not what I said,” Yu Bo stubbed out his cigarette and rolled up the window again. “If you two really run into big problems, I can personally give you premarital counseling.”

"Do unmarried priests instruct laypeople preparing for marriage on how to conduct their married life?" Xiao Yao asked.

Yu Bo said, "Hey, that's it. By the way, what exactly is she up to?"

Xiao Yao thought to himself, "You finally remembered to ask this."

After listening to Xiao Yao's selective and focused statement of facts, Yu Bo was still angry: "I should have hit you twice with a stick. You must have bullied my Yingying."

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense..." Xiao Yao denied it three times in a row.

“Otherwise, Father Li would never have listened to her confession and said those kinds of things to her.” Yu Bo said, gesticulating wildly, “If you can’t control that little bit of flesh in your crotch, you can leave it in the basement of my church, and I’ll take care of it for you.”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yao felt a chill run down his spine and secretly regretted telling Yu Bo these things.

"So, Father Li's approach of advising separation right away is correct?" However, he still braced himself and began to unleash his creative imagination: "To be honest, I was originally planning to get baptized on August 15th along with Daiyu and the others, but because of this incident, I was very discouraged and began to doubt myself.