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

Yu Luying: "..."

Xiao Yao gently lifted the blanket off the kitten, crawled to Shen Jie's right side and lay down, while Yu Luying somewhat reluctantly moved to the other side of the bed and lay down on Shen Jie's left side.

She was wearing a long, full-coverage nightgown, with the blanket only covering the right half of her body, leaving the left half exposed and her left calf dangling on the floor, looking as if she were ready to run away at any moment.

This was not the outcome Xiao Yao wanted, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Xiao Yao was both annoyed and amused.

"You're actually asking to be a 'concubine,'" Xiao Yao thought with a hint of sarcasm.

"What did you say? Do you believe I'll tear you apart?" An angry female voice rang out from the depths of Xiao Yao's heart.

"Oh dear, is there no freedom of thought left?" Xiao Yao thought. "Those were my inner thoughts, not what I'm saying to you."

"I don't care if you said it aloud or not, I heard it!" Yu Luying: "You still have the nerve to argue?!"

"Then I wasn't wrong either," Xiao Yao thought.

A sharp pain shot through his groin, and Xiao Yao decided to stop thinking about anything.

"The dog's here?" Shen Jie turned to Xiao Yao, her mouth seemingly stirring something, and said, "Are you two done fighting?"

“Ah, ah,” Xiao Yao said.

Without a word, Shen Jie grabbed her and hugged her tightly, as if she were hugging a large plush toy.

"Ouch, ouch." Xiao Yao quickly reached out and caught the girl, who then closed her eyes and leaned over to press her lips against the boy's lips, separating them after only half a second.

"Bo'er." A loud voice rang out in the quiet environment.

Uh……

Xiao Yao noticed that Yu Luying frowned slightly, looking rather displeased, with a resentful look in her eyes, and seemed to unconsciously wipe her lips.

"Okay," Xiao Yao thought.

Yu Luying snapped the light off. Although it was still early (the sun had only recently set), the room remained shrouded in darkness.

In the darkness, Xiao Yao tried to fall asleep to escape his predicament, but he couldn't calm his racing thoughts.

He could hear the breathing of two girls—they weren't synchronized, but rather seemed deliberately staggered, making it sound particularly chaotic to Xiao Yao, as if he could hear their inhalation and exhalation every millisecond.

This made Xiao Yao's obsessive-compulsive disorder somewhat uncomfortable.

The air conditioner hasn't been used for a while, and the cooling effect seems even worse than last time—maybe it's time to add some Freon.

However, it's also possible that the air conditioner isn't the problem, and the problem lies with him.

As Xiao Yao listened to the humming of the air conditioner, fine beads of sweat—which quickly turned into large beads—began to seep out densely from his forehead.

He tried to reach out to wipe his sweat, but Shen Jie held his hands tightly, which annoyed him.

Xiao Yao wanted to pull his arm out, but he was afraid of waking Shen Jie. Besides, it was just a double bed, and now three people were lying side by side. Xiao Yao didn't dare to move at all, for fear of waking his two friends.

The boy gently turned his head and rubbed his head on the pillow with difficulty, trying to wipe away some of the sweat.

Yu Luying moved slightly.

"Are you asleep?" Xiao Yao silently asked Yu Luying in his heart.

"She's asleep," Yu Luying answered in her heart.

"Can he still reply to me while he's asleep?" Xiao Yao wondered.

“I dreamt about it,” Yu Luying said.

“You really love me,” Xiao Yao said. “You dream about me all the time.”

Yu Luying remained silent.

“Hey,” Xiao Yao continued, “If you can’t sleep either, chat with me for a while.”

"What are you going to talk about? What are you going to talk about?" Yu Luying replied, "Go to sleep."

"I can't sleep," Xiao Yao thought. "And don't you feel hot?"

“A calm mind brings coolness,” Yu Luying thought. “Of course you can’t sleep if you’re thinking dirty thoughts.”

“I think Mao is up to something,” Xiao Yao said anxiously. “Don’t you think I feel really uncomfortable with her holding me like this? I can’t sleep at all.”

Yu Luying was silent for a short while, then said, "It is indeed a bit uncomfortable, like a physical feeling of suffocation—and it is indeed a bit hot."

“Right, right?” Xiao Yao said.

"So you're going to sleep on the floor?!" Yu Luying silently screamed in her heart.

"Speaking of which, the last time the three of us spent the night together..."

"Don't even mention it, I got caught red-handed by Teacher Song the next day..."

The two people who couldn't sleep started chatting, and as they talked, they gradually began to doze off.

Just as Xiao Yao was about to fall asleep but hadn't, he suddenly felt a sense of relief—Shen Jie must have let go of him.

Before he could even relax for a few seconds, accompanied by the sound of someone turning over, that precise, heavy sense of oppression and encirclement, the feeling of being locked in a chokehold, returned to the boy.

Xiao Yao opened one eyelid and saw Shen Jie with her back to him, hugging Yu Luying like an octopus... or rather, locking her in.

“Jiu Min…” Yu Luying’s weak cry for help echoed from the depths of Xiao Yao’s heart.

“Saving me or locking you up, it’s all the same to us,” Xiao Yao told Yu Luying.

"But this is strange..." Yu Luying thought, "We are all girls."

"Isn't it normal for girls to act like this?"

"Help! This is not normal!! It's too, too close..."

"Was she like this when the three of us spent the last time together?"

"No way! Can't you feel it yourself?!"

"How about we both sleep on the floor together?"

"Well, it's not impossible..."

As the two were having an intense internal exchange, Yu Luying suddenly pushed Shen Jie away, got off the bed with a "thud," walked around the Simmons bed, and came to Xiao Yao's side.

"Move forward!" the girl commanded.

Xiao Yao was overjoyed.

Like a caterpillar, he pressed close to Shen Jie's back, pushing her gently against the bed.

It seems like I bumped into something weird... Oh well, never mind.

And so, Xiao Yao slowly pushed Shen Jie to the far left of the bed—she was still not awake.

Yu Luying crawled under the blanket from the right: "Turn around!"

Xiao Yao obeyed. Yu Luying immediately locked him up like Shen Jie had done, and then stuck her head over.

boer~

"Hey, what are you doing?" Xiao Yao gave a wry smile.

"Why are they acting like children, copying everything others do?" Xiao Yao thought.

"What's wrong? Is it not allowed? I'm willing!" Yu Luying replied to him.

Although Little Apple was stubborn, her heart was pounding wildly—the thumping sound and the strong vibrations made Xiao Yao palpitate, as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

What is this? A wife committing a crime in front of her husband? Xiao Yao wondered.

"What does 'wife committing a crime' mean?" Yu Luying asked Xiao Yao.

Damn it, I didn't tell you, Xiao Yao thought.

"Your heart is pounding so hard, are you that nervous?" Yu Luying asked Xiao Yao.

"Isn't that your heart beating?" Xiao Yao thought.

Both of them quieted down, holding their breath as they listened to and felt each other's heartbeats.

After a brief silence, the two cell phones rang one after the other.

Xiao Yao and Yu Luying both jolted, simultaneously releasing each other and then turning over to face each other back to back.

"Whose phone is this?" Shen Jie rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up. "It doesn't seem to be mine."

"Mine." "Mine." Xiao Yao and Yu Luying said in unison, then rushed to grab their phones.

Xiao Yao's call was from Yu Bo, while the call to Yu Luying was made by... Yu Bo's older sister.

"Shh." Yu Luying held up a finger to her lips before answering the phone.

Xiao Yao was a little flustered and his brain couldn't process it all at once, so Shen Jie reached out and helped him hang up Yu Bo's call.

"Hello, Mom?" Yu Luying's tone was sickeningly sweet as she answered the phone: "What? You're already home? Wasn't it supposed to be tomorrow morning?"

Yu Luying's tone turned terrifying, and Xiao Yao and Shen Jie gasped in shock, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Ah, ah, okay." Yu Luying nodded vigorously, holding her phone. "Okay, okay. Mom, don't worry, I'll listen to Uncle—what could possibly happen?"

Xiao Yao and Shen Jie continued to look at each other in confusion.

Yu Luying talked to her mother for a while longer before carefully putting down the phone. No sooner had she hung up than Shen Jie and Xiao Yao simultaneously pounded on the Simmons mattress beneath them and asked, "What's going on?"