A Young Woman's Heart

"Samples...give me some, hurry up..."

"Do you have any money? Even samples are very expensive, you know?"

"Of course! Of course..." Another man handed over a crumpled twenty-yuan note. "Quick... sample, test it first!"

"Here you go." The other person tossed over a small bag, about the size of a thumb, containing a short cigarette.

It was just like a cigarette butt that someone was about to throw away.

But the man who smelled sour treated it like a treasure, taking it with both hands, lighting it with trembling hands, and taking a deep breath.

"it is good……"

"So, is it genuine?"

"Okay... I still have three hundred in my pocket..." The man who was smoking had already fallen to the ground, trembling all over as if he had been electrocuted, but he didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, a comfortable expression appeared on his face.

Another person coldly tossed a larger bag at him, then bent down and began rummaging through his pockets.

Jiang Ting gave Bai Hao a quick wink, and the two of them, in perfect unison, counted down three seconds before rushing out together.

Bai Hao flew straight onto the smoking man, while Jiang Ting struck him down from behind with a stick.

Unfortunately, he missed and hit the man in the back, causing him to groan in pain. Then he turned around and snatched the crowbar from the man's hand.

"Hahaha, where did this little wench come from, and she even gave me an extra gift? How embarrassing!" The drug-addicted man seemed to be hallucinating, not feeling any pain at all. Instead, he gripped his thin chest tightly with one hand, while his other hand trembled as he started to take off his pants.

Before Bai Hao could react, he was pinned down.

The man, however, was getting anxious because he couldn't get his pants off.

"Where did this crazy kid come from?" The slightly more presentable man grabbed Jiang Ting's neck tightly. "Are you looking to die?"

"Ugh—!" Jiang Ting struggled with all her might, but could only kick her legs wildly like a caught rabbit.

Only then did he feel regret, and the fearlessness he had felt earlier receded like the tide.

But soon, he fell heavily to the ground again, and the man with the crowbar was kicked in the abdomen and staggered back onto the horizontal utility pole.

"What's wrong with everyone today? First it was a crazy little kid, and now it's a crazy woman?"

"Hiss, ah, ha—" The man who was smoking had finished his cigarette. Although he hadn't taken his pants off, he couldn't wait any longer. He just rolled his eyes and stared at Bai Hao, as if he was about to ascend to heaven.

"Selling drugs in such a large dose is punishable by death."

"Damn... plainclothes police?"

Jingdie glanced back at Mo Xueyao, who was following at a distance, and shook her head slightly: "I'm just a math teacher passing by, remember that."

"Fuck your mother!" The man spat, but instead of attacking, he turned and ran away.

Jingdie was like a leopard hunting its prey, chasing after him with extreme agility. She leaped high into the air, kicked the man to the ground, then put his hands behind his back and pressed her knee firmly against his head, rendering him completely immobile.

Mo Xueyao had already run out of the alley, putting in even more effort than during her long run earlier that day. She stopped panting in front of a small grocery store and dialed 110 using the phone.

"Hello? Is this the police? Ah, this is me. Behind this steel factory, on a road... I can't remember the name, there's a run-down slum-like place in the alley where people deal drugs! Uh, um, oh... this shop is called Old Pot Liberation Supplies Shop!"

The call was quickly disconnected, and within five minutes, heavily armed special police officers rushed over. Mo Xueyao, who was at the store entrance, quickly led them inside.

However, the scene inside was not dangerous at all. The drug dealer had been tied up with a broken rope, and the drug addict was pinned to the ground with his joints reversed, unable to move at all.

"Thank you so much, young lady. You're very brave," a SWAT officer said kindly to Mo Xueyao.

"I'm alright... The bravest ones are those two little guys..." Mo Xueyao said helplessly, pointing at Bai Hao and Jiang Ting.

Let the adults handle their own affairs. Mo Xueyao went over and helped them up.

"You two are really courting death! Why are you always heading straight for danger?"

"Tch, I... I just made a mistake!" Jiang Ting retorted stubbornly. "I'll definitely show you my most handsome side!"

"Why? I can't be bothered to look."

"Then you'll be captivated by my charm! Look, I've grown so tall now, almost as tall as you. In a few years, I'll be taller than you, and the age gap between us won't be so big anymore!"

"Little brat, you're in such a bad mood and you still have the mood to talk nonsense?" Mo Xueyao tapped his forehead in annoyance, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

At the same time, there was some worry. After all, this time it was a close call. Would these two little guys—especially Jiang Ting, who was so audacious—learn their lesson?

……

Chapter Thirteen is closely following

Huang Yuxi regained her language ability, which was probably the biggest surprise for Huang Zhengyang in recent years.

Then he fell into a blissful distress.

Because Huang Yuxi, who can talk, seems to particularly like calling him that, as if she wants to make up for the 'brother' she never called him before.

"Brother, a Coke!"

"elder brother!"

"elder brother."

"Brother~"

Huang Yuxi's voice is as refreshing as summer soda. When you first listen to it, you feel it is cool and sunny. After listening to it more, you can feel its sweetness. After listening for a long time, you feel that the sweetness is so sweet that it is about to seep into your heart.

Like a golden watermelon by the sea, it's sweet and juicy.

A clear, bright crescent moon hung high in the dark night sky, adorned with a few glittering stars.

It looks as tempting as sugar crumbs on a rice cracker.

On a simple square table by the floor-to-ceiling window, there is a fruit plate with a few bright red strawberries and juicy green dates.

Huang Yuxi, wearing her brother's oversized white shirt, with her bare legs and knees drawn up to her chest, leisurely looked out the window at the city at night, occasionally using a toothpick to pick up a strawberry and savoring it.

This wasn't bought; it was a gift from the farm owner.

Business is great this year, and the farm has expanded again—we've leased a large strawberry field. This amount of strawberries is nothing compared to the amount wasted during strawberry picking.

"Brother~ Brother!" The clock hand finally pointed to the '8' position and made a crisp sound. The last time Huang Zhengyang went in, it was exactly seven o'clock.

His voice came from the bathroom after a long while: "What are you doing—"

"How long has it been? I need to..."

"Ah, I just finished showering and I'm drying myself off right away!"

When Huang Zhengyang, wearing a pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts, pushed open the door, he saw Huang Yuxi standing in the doorway with a pout. As soon as she saw him, she complained, "It's been so long!"

"Heh, haha...it's good to wash a little cleaner sometimes..."

"Normally, ten... minutes."

"So it's just an occasional occurrence!"

Huang Yuxi pouted and didn't argue any further. She rushed into the still steaming washroom.

Hearing the sound of water coming from behind, the older brother scratched his head awkwardly and casually put on the clean shirt that was on the sofa.

The clothes seem a bit small, perhaps they shrank after being washed a few times. After all, they're cheap street vendor items, so you can't expect too much in terms of quality.

The clothes, which were a little too small, looked like bodysuits on him, making his abs even more prominent.

Huang Zhengyang looked at himself in the full-length mirror, admiring his physique with great vanity, and even showing off his strong biceps to his reflection like a fitness athlete.

"Xiao Xi, your hair is so long, isn't it okay for you to go to school?" Huang Zhengyang turned around, looked at Huang Yuxi who had just walked out of the washroom, and asked with a big laugh.

"Hmm..." The latter touched his short hair that didn't even reach his earlobes, instinctively wanting to find a whiteboard to write on. After taking a few steps, he remembered that he could speak now, so he replied, "The hairstyle... is very expensive."

"After all, you're a rich girl, tsk tsk, Xiao Xi, you'll be set for life from now on. Don't forget your brother then," Huang Zhengyang joked. "When the time comes, just let a little bit of what you give me slip through your fingers! Haha."

"I, I'm not a gigolo... I'd rather earn my own money."

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding. Men should really earn their own money. Don't eat or use other people's things, otherwise you won't be able to stand up straight." Huang Zhengyang plopped down on the sofa, his legs and arms spread wide, adopting a boss-like posture. "Ah, comfortable. I'll watch some TV."

"Me too, I'll look."

"What are you looking at? The cartoon is over."

“I watch both, and I don’t just like… animation…” Huang Yuxi pouted somewhat discontentedly and sat down next to him.

Although he was the first to take a bath, he still had a faint, pleasant fragrance about him, like the scent of lavender.

"Xiaoxi, what shampoo are you using? It smells so good."

"...just like, brother."

"Really? I use that one too, why doesn't it have any smell?"

Huang Yuxi leaned to the side with a hint of disgust: "It's not clean."

"Damn it, I've been washing for an hour and I'm still not clean? Hurry up, Xiaoxi, come over and smell me, does it smell?"

"No, no smell." He crouched down and sniffed around Huang Zhengyang like a kitten. "Brother used too little."

"Is that too little? It's mainly because this shampoo is too expensive. If we don't use it sparingly, it'll be gone in no time. Oh—I know why I used to waste so much shampoo before. It was all because you, Xiaoxi, wasted it!"

"Washing your hair, what... what a waste!" Huang Yuxi complained, leaning against Huang Zhengyang as she sat down, pushing against him with her back as if she were sulking.

"Stop pushing! Stop pushing! There's no room left! Look, look! Xiaoxi, your favorite cartoon!"

"I don't like it!" Huang Yuxi continued to push against him with her back. "Look, something else!"

"Then I'll choose whichever I like."

"casual."

"What's wrong? Are you really angry?"

"No!" Huang Yuxi shook her head vigorously. Strands of her lavender-scented hair brushed against Huang Zhengyang's nose, making him feel itchy and causing him to sneeze several times.

However, the two quickly quieted down because the channel was playing "Journey to the West: The Sequel," and it was starting from the first episode.

In this day and age, being able to watch a TV series from the very first episode is a rare and precious thing.

Many people actually watch a TV series seven or eight times to see all the plot points, and it's normal that they might not even see all of it after seven or eight times.

To watch it from beginning to end, you need to buy or rent discs or videotapes, but even if renting is cheaper, you still need a dedicated player at home...

The images on the screen kept changing, reflecting on the two men's faces and causing their faces to change color along with the images.