Miss, you are my future wife

Xiao Yao walked back and forth in front of the elevator door on the seventh floor for more than 20 minutes without hesitation, but he didn't wait for the "ding".Shen Jie came out of the stairwell. When she saw Xiao Yao, she shook her hand and led him into the dark stairwell.

Shen Jie stood at the stairs, wearing comfortable slippers on her bare feet, and a white T-shirt with a low cut and off-the-shoulder. When she stomped her feet lightly, the sensor light in the corridor turned on. The hem of the T-shirt was so long that it covered her bare thighs, making it look like she was wearing nothing underneath.

Xiao Yao once saw a few girls in such outfits on the road, and he secretly despised them in his heart. If Shen Jie went out wearing such clothes, he would definitely scold her.

The neckline of this T-shirt is very low, which outlines her collarbone and slender neck, exuding a confident and sexy atmosphere-Xiao Yao even saw about 1/3 of the northern hemisphere.

Shen Jie noticed Xiao Yao's gaze, seemed to see through what he was thinking, stretched out her arms, and turned around in front of Xiao Yao's eyes: "Does it look good? - Oh, I know you don't want me to wear it like this, so I just It’s worn as pajamas in the room, and no one here, so I’ll show you how to wear it.”

Xiao Yao had nothing to say, so he swallowed silently, and said softly, "It looks good."

While talking, he picked up his phone and was about to take a picture.

Shen Jie blamed her mouth, but in fact, she just let him take the picture graciously.

"If you dare to spread the word, I'll blow your dog's head!" The girl woke up kindly, but felt superfluous after she finished speaking.

Xiao Yao put down his phone, and came forward to hug her with a smile, but the girl stepped away vigorously: "Don't."

"?" Xiao Yao had a puzzled look in his eyes.

"If Yu Luying knew," Shen Jie explained, "after the three of us broke up, we sneaked out again behind her back, how would she feel?"

Xiao Yao nodded slightly, thinking that it made sense.

Shen Jie was still as mature and sensible as ever, and she began to care about Yu Luying's feelings so soon.

"I'm not caring about her." Shen Jie seemed to see through Xiao Yao's thoughts again: "I'm thinking for you. She is unhappy, and the person who will quarrel tomorrow will not be me, but you. Even if I don't quarrel with you, the face It's also for you to see—I'm just a little transparent drifting."

Xiao Yao put on a moved look, because he was really moved.

How should I say it?Just now when Shen Jie said in a natural tone, "I know you don't want me to wear it like this, so I just wear it as pajamas in the room", Xiao Yao was already very moved.

Xiao Yao knew very well that in fact, in terms of the freedom of dressing, Shen Jie has always taken care of his feelings since the first day she established a relationship with him.

Well, at least in general—sometimes reluctantly, but in the end it's basically...

This is true whether it is actively buying what he likes to wear, or trying to avoid what he dislikes to a certain extent.

For example, the flesh-colored socks she bought herself at the beginning, and those overly revealing ones, such as crop tops, or short skirts, which she seldom wore afterwards.

The teenager didn't take it for granted, because as far as he knew, those who had girlfriends or had girlfriends - he asked Brother Long, Xiaoxiong, hairtail and others, their girlfriends or ex-girlfriends couldn't do this .

While lamenting the decline of the world, Xiao Yao also strengthened his cherishing of Shen Jie.

But that's the case, Shen Jie's actions are one thing, but her unforgiving words are another.

Xiao Yao has always regarded this as her last pride.

But just now, she said brazenly, "I know you don't want me to dress like this, so I just...".

That is to say, even in words, she has no reservations about herself.

"Hey, hey, why are you so dazed?" Shen Jie stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"No, nothing." Xiao Yao shook his head: "Why did it take you so long to come out? I've been waiting for a long time."

"I'm sorry, Lucia got up suddenly at night and sat in the bathroom for a long time," Shen Jie said apologetically, "I was afraid of being discovered by her, so I had to wait until she fell asleep again to sneak... I went back so late, it was already It was said..."

Lucia, Lucia again, Xiao Yao thought angrily.

Is she your mother?
"Let me ask you something." Shen Jie asked mysteriously, her expression seemed a little embarrassed: "When I asked you what you were doing just now, you replied that you were thinking about me, Is it real or fake?"

"Of course it's true." Xiao Yao said so of course.

"What do you think, can you be more specific?" Shen Jie asked.

"?" Xiao Yao was a little confused, what kind of weird question was this.

He thought for a while, answered and described truthfully how he felt when he was lying on the bed alone and sleepless.

The young man talked about his discomfort when sleeping alone, his longing for Shen Jie's soul and body, his recollection of his date with the past just now, his restlessness and scruples, and his forever love with Shen Jie. The longing to live together, in short, I reported everything truthfully, but I deleted the part about Yu Luying and my uneasiness towards Lucia.

Xiao Yao's description is so bold, passionate, and straightforward that he thinks that the girl will definitely—at least on the surface, ruthlessly ridicule, ridicule, and reprimand him.

But she didn't.

Shen Jie leaned forward slightly, leaned close to Xiao Yao's ear, and said softly: "Actually, I am similar to you."

Xiao Yao's heart trembled.

The girl talked to him about the sudden throbbing when she just took a shower, about the aftertaste of the dating process when she tossed and turned on the bed, and about the concerns she had because she was in a summer camp and her roommate was by her side.

Because of this, she asked him out on a whim.

Staring at Shen Jie's pure and lovely face, and listening to her generous, undisguised and reserved talk about those shameless and impetuous thoughts to himself, Xiao Yao felt a strong sense of incongruity and contrast.

Or...it would be better to be more reserved, right?
However, it turns out that we have really... coordinated?
"But, we can't do anything when we meet," Xiao Yao pointed out, "I can only sit here and look at each other."

"Isn't that enough?" Shen Jie said softly: "Just sitting together like this, talking, even if you don't even talk, just staying like this, I feel... a lot more comfortable."

Xiao Yao's lips moved.

So she already likes me so much?

How is this possible.

What can I do.

The boy was about to cry.

"That's right." Xiao Yao said with a trembling voice.

He seemed to see the prompt "The progress of the strategy is 100%" from the top of Shen Jie's head, and he was at a loss for a while.

Both rationality and sensibility are cheering for this, but there is also a sense of unreality of "too soon", a sense of uneasiness of "not ready", and a sense of shame "I haven't played enough, so why don't "Cleared"... I can't tell what it feels like.

She can already tell herself everything unabashedly, Xiao Yao thought.

Whether it's the thoughtfulness of "because you won't let me, so I...", the lust of a young girl Huaichun, or the love of "as long as I stay with you, my heart will be at peace".

This kind of feeling is like an old couple who have been married for many years. The wife will not avoid her husband's casualness when she is on the tuba—the door is not even closed, as if a book is opened in front of you, which will certainly make people feel uncomfortable. I feel at ease and trust, but I can't help but miss the mystery and expectation of looking at flowers in the fog.

...Don't think about it so much, as long as you give back her love, it will be fine.

"With a silly smile on your face, why are you giggling?" Shen Jie said angrily.

The sensor lights in the corridor went out.

Xiao Yao heard himself and the other party's heavy breathing, and sat down a little more.

The book says that in the second half of the night, people's hormone secretion will increase, which may be true.

The increase in hormones does not mean that you will do strange things, but it also means that you will talk nonsense.

Both boys and girls—if it was daytime, Shen Jie might not be able to say those words, right?
Xiao Yao also wanted to say something.

The distance between the young man and Shen Jie was approaching without limit, but the bodies never touched each other.

He struggled to control his urge to hug her.

"I want to marry you..." Xiao Yao said sincerely.

Hearing this sentence, the sensor light lit up curiously and excitedly.

"Huh?" Shen Jie said.

"We will be baptized at Easter next year...no, this year we will be baptized, and then privately ask Bogo to help us get married, and then, then..."

Shen Jie smiled strangely: "Are you serious?"

Xiao Yao was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Bo Ge might beat himself to death.

Shen Jie yawned big: "Okay, let's go back."

"I do not……"

……

Xiao Yao hadn't slept for two or three hours before he was slapped awake by Gao Sijun.

He had a splitting headache, and he couldn't remember whether the hallway tryst with Shen Jie at night happened for real, or if it was a Xia Meng without a trace.

I vaguely remember sitting in the corridor for a long time until my butt was cold.

At first I knew what I was talking about, but later I didn’t know what I was talking about. I was tired of chatting, and I didn’t speak for a while, just looking at each other.

I don't know how long it will take to get tired of looking at this face.

Finally, at Shen Jie's suggestion, they played a game of "look at each other and see who laughs first".

It's really childish.

How did I get back in the end?

With it, just look at your phone and you will know whether it is a dream or not.

"It's mass," Gao Sijun saw that Xiao Yao was still in a daze, and called him again: "It's already too late."

No, what time is it? !My morning reading class in the third year of middle school in Dong Ru Nian is not so early, is it?
"Ah," Xiao Yao responded subconsciously, "Can I not go?"

Gao Sijun glanced at him like an alien.

"I seem to have caught a cold," Xiao Yao explained, "I'm not feeling well."

"Then you have a good rest, I will bring you medicine back later." Gao Sijun glanced at him again and went out.

He closed the door when he left.

Xiao Yao fell back on the bed heavily.

Just after falling asleep for less than 5 minutes, I felt someone pulling my hair hard.

This woke him up, only to hear the sound of knocking on the door.

Xiao Yao opened the door, and there was a tall girl standing outside, with that light yellow upper body?Goose yellow?Apricot?Yes, it should be an apricot-colored jacket that looks like a neon school uniform, with a light-colored plaid skirt that is seven to eight minutes long, small black leather shoes and black socks, with a cold face.

"Mass," she said.

Xiao Yao was already very stiff because of the morning, but he became even more stiff when he saw her clothes, and subconsciously closed the door with a "bang".

Dressed indiscriminately, she followed Yu Luying to the first floor in a hurry, yawning and staggering along the way, as if she was sleepwalking.

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

"Wait until the mass is over." Yu Luying said.

"I like your body today." Xiao Yao said.

"Thank you." Yu Luying replied.

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

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

Mass was lively, in fact, too much.

Even Xiao Yao, who was sleepy to death, became more energetic.

"So this is the so-called Youth Mass?" Xiao Yao asked Yu Luying in a low voice.

"Almost." Yu Luying said.

There is no organ or piano, and all the songs—both the Mass and the interludes—are tunes in the style of modern pop music, accompanied by guitars.

That's right, the guitar, the one I lent myself last night.

They even used a drum kit.

...... The drum set just started.

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

Don't tell me, the sense of rhythm is really strong.

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

"It's...that's okay." Xiao Yao replied truthfully: "I always feel that liveliness is lively, but it lacks the solemnity of mass? Solemnity. Just this...entertainment trend? What young people need Is that all? I don’t think it’s good either.”

Yu Luying stared at him deeply for two or three seconds, then said "um", took off the chair cushion behind herself and Xiao Yao, turned it over, laid it on the ground, lifted the hem of the skirt with both hands, knees kneel down.

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

found it.

To Xiao Yao's surprise, a white translucent lace scarf was draped over her head, draped over her shoulders, covering all her hair, like a bride at a wedding—of course, the bridal veil is much longer.

Lucia next to Shen Jie also wore the same veil.

Thinking about it carefully, Lucia wore this at yesterday's mass, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

What new tricks is the old nanny doing?
After the Mass, there was a buffet breakfast. Xiao Yao watched Lucia go to the bathroom, and ran to talk to Shen Jie, wanting to ask her what the scarf meant.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Shen Jie got close to the heavily dark circled eyes, the latter took three steps back and stared at him nervously.

That's right, that's the smell.

With this acting skill, why don't you join me in acting in the future.

Xiao Yao knew that Shen Jie didn't want to speak to him in public at the summer camp, and just as he was about to leave, Lucia had already appeared at the door of the breakfast room.

Shen Jie trotted all the way to Lucia and hid behind her, while Lucia showed jealous eyes towards Xiao Yao.

Then, like an eagle protecting a chick, it protected the mother meow.

Wait, the eagle guards the chicken?
"American style, or iced latte?" Yu Luying put two paper cups on the dining table and asked Xiao Yao who had just walked back.

"What's the difference? I don't understand, so whatever you want." Xiao Yao picked up the iced latte and took a sip.

"Didn't you stay with her all the time in the middle of the night yesterday? You still went to find her in the morning?" Yu Luying took a sip of the American drink, without looking at Xiao Yao, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "So many people, so... …?"

Xiao Yao's heart shuddered, how did she know?
No wonder Yu Luying had a bad face all morning.

It's really boring, if I knew I should hug, I would hug, and I would kiss if I should kiss.

Suffer in vain.

Xiao Yao's heart was full of frustration.

"Why, are you still showing your face in anger?" Yu Luying took another sip of Iced Americano, still not looking at Xiao Yao: "Blame me for talking too much?"

"No, I..." Xiao Yao said.

Two big hands patted Xiao Yao and Yu Luying's shoulders heavily from behind.

The two raised their heads: "Boge!" "Uncle! "

Yu Bo has changed back to casual clothes: "Sit, sit! Eat your food."

"Uncle, are you leaving?"

"Well, I went back to the Demon City, and I will come again in the next few days." Yu Bo said: "You—you two are doing well."

"Brother Bo, I'll see you off." Xiao Yao stood up with a thought.

"No, no, let's have your breakfast, I'll just say hello to you." Yu Bo said.

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

"Oh, what did you say? It's fine—if you have something to talk to another priest," Yu Luying knew what he was going to say, and hurriedly interrupted, "Don't bother with him, uncle."

Yu Bo looked at this, then at that, took out his mobile phone and checked the time: "Come talk in my car, I can only give you 15 minutes."

"Oh, Xiao Yao!" Yu Luying stood by the dining table, pouted her lips, and stamped her jiojio angrily. (end of this chapter)