A Young Woman's Heart

Zhou Yong's family's house, however, was different; though small, it had all the essential parts.

The only thing that proves it was allocated by a state-owned enterprise is that the lower half of the walls and the floor were painted green.

The washroom has a toilet and a shower, but there is no separate shower room.

Zhou Yong quickly turned the lock on the door, rushed into the house in a few quick steps, and then bent down to hand the sandals to Tian Tingchan.

Her socks were completely soaked, and even from some distance, you could feel how cold they were.

"Click." The fluorescent light in the house turned on, the white light looking rather unwelcoming.

Zhou Yong finally had time to glance at Tian Tingchan, who was soaking wet.

Her hair clung to her cheeks, and water was still dripping from her body.

Her pale cheeks and lips were also frozen purple.

Chocolate-colored stockings clung tightly to her thighs, revealing glimpses of her pink skin.

"Where is the washroom?" Her trembling voice jolted Zhou Yong awake.

"Ah, just go this way, it's right here. You go wash first! I'll go find you some clothes, try to find some that I haven't worn or haven't worn very often."

"It's okay, as long as it's clean." Tian Tingchan stiffly put on her slippers, her knees almost unable to bend, and quickly moved into the washroom.

"Oh, right, we just installed a small heater in my house, remember to turn it on, it'll make it warmer!"

The so-called "little sun" is a light bulb that can generate heat.

In this day and age, it's still quite a rare item!

When the small sun light bulb was turned on, the entire bathroom was instantly as bright as a clear, cloudless day.

Her reflection could be seen through the frosted sliding door.

Zhou Yong couldn't help but glance at it a few more times before suddenly remembering that he still needed to find clothes.

He finally found the red and black striped shirt he had only worn once, which was in a box, at the bottom of the closet. However, Tian Tingchan's shower took much longer than he had expected.

The sound of water in the bathroom would occasionally stop and then start again.

He even wondered if she might have used up all the water in the water heater...

Fortunately, the water was still boiling, so he wouldn't run out of hot water to take a shower.

"Whoosh—" The sliding door to the bathroom was finally opened, and Zhou Yong, who was sitting on the small sofa, couldn't help but look up.

However, all that could be seen was a slightly broad, fair back, and then the door was closed again.

"Where are the clothes?" her muffled voice came through.

"Ah, here—" Zhou Yong quickly stood up and stuffed his clothes and unworn boxer shorts through the crack in the door.

"When I come out later, turn around and don't look."

"it is good……"

Although he didn't know why he couldn't be seen even though he was dressed, Zhou Yong obediently turned around.

The sliding door to the washroom was quietly opened.

Zhou Yong finally couldn't help but turn around and look, but he only saw Tian Tingchan's back as she walked into the room.

Her fair skin glowed like a freshly steamed bun, and her curvaceous figure was something that most high school students couldn't match.

You peeked!

"I didn't see!" Zhou Yong quickly turned his head away. "Why did you take so long to wash?"

"I washed the clothes and then soaked the teddy bear in the basin."

"Where are your clothes? Do you want to hang them out to dry?"

"No need, just lend me another pair of pants, I'll go home now."

"Oh, oh..." Zhou Yong walked into the washroom and found that Tian Tingchan had already put the clothes she had washed into a clean garbage bag, and the plush bear toy had also been washed—although not thoroughly.

It's currently hanging halfway on the sink, draining. Although it's been wrung out, it's not so easy to wring it dry by hand.

"Why don't you wait until your hair is dry before you go out? I'm going to take a shower first..." Zhou Yong poked half his head out of the bathroom.

"also."

Zhou Yong showered much faster, finishing in five minutes. However, he hesitated a bit when putting on his clean boxer shorts in front of the toilet.

"Never mind, I'll talk about it after she leaves..." he muttered, then turned and walked out.

He habitually went shirtless, wearing wet sandals, to his room door, then darted and skipped inside. Moonlight shone on him, revealing a rather unremarkable physique with little muscle and a bit of a belly.

Tian Tingchan sat with her back to the door, her legs comfortably placed on either side of her buttocks, close to her calves, looking down at something.

"Brother Chan, what are you looking at..." Zhou Yong, who had finished dressing, leaned over and his face immediately turned a deep shade of liver. "Ah, this, where did you get it from..."

"There are still many in the gaps between the bed boards."

"Cough, cough cough cough!"

Zhou Yong felt somewhat lost in the cold wind blowing in from the window.

These adult magazines were bought before we had a computer at home.

Now we don't need to, because there are many enthusiastic artists or female volunteers on the forum who provide all sorts of beautiful things.

So much so that even Zhou Yong himself had forgotten about it.

His mother never seemed to notice it when she made his bed sheets.

The room was so quiet you could hear the clock ticking.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Zhou Yong pricked up his ears.

Two seconds later, footsteps began to echo in the corridor.

He hurriedly scrambled into bed, urging Tian Tingchan, "Brother Chan, come in quickly! My mom seems to be back!"

"Ok?"

"Hurry, hurry, pretend I'm the only one in the room, or we'll be in trouble!"

"Then, could you bring the bag of clothes from the bathroom into the bathroom for me?"

"Oh, wait!" Zhou Yong rushed out as fast as the wind.

He took the clean plastic bag containing Tian Tingchan's clothes into the room, threw it into the large drawer of the table, and then jumped onto the bed.

You can also gently close the door behind you.

Yes, it was very light, almost silent.

"Shh—" Zhou Yong tensed up nervously.

Tian Tingchan carefully huddled under the covers.

Zhou Yong deliberately propped up one leg so that no one could tell from the outside that there was another person inside the bedding.

The light footsteps stopped, followed by the sound of a door lock turning.

Zhou Yong and Tian Tingchan both subconsciously held their breath.

Then, the door was opened.

"Click".

The lights were also turned on.

A few drops of white light seeped in through the crack in the door.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

It probably lasted for several minutes.

Suddenly, the sound was very close to Zhou Yong's bedroom.

Then came the sound of a door opening, a sound that could stop your heart.

"Squeak—" The door to Zhou Yong's room was pushed open.

White light streamed in.

Zhou Yong rubbed his eyes, feigning exhaustion, and mumbled, "What is it... so late at night..."

"Just fell asleep?"

"I almost... fell asleep..."

"Oh." The mother nodded, moving her hand away from the light switch. "Hey, why are there a few long hairs in the toilet?"

"Those are my armpit hairs. Didn't I tell you last time that my armpit hairs were too long?"

"It's so long, and so straight?"

"There must be a few straight ones, right? Ugh, aren't you annoying? Can't a person get any sleep? I have school tomorrow!"

"I know, I know." The mother spoke quickly. "I'm coming back today to pick up my things, and I'll be leaving soon. I won't be back tomorrow morning, and I probably won't be back tomorrow night either—I'll probably be sleeping at the company. I bought some bread for you and put it in the refrigerator, and some milk too. Take it for breakfast this morning."

"Oh—" Zhou Yong drawled out, sounding unusually impatient today.

"Boom."

The door was closed.

The blankets were so hot they felt like they were on fire.

Only then did Zhou Yong realize that the body of Tian Tingchan was pressed tightly against him...

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Chapter Eighty-Six: Budding Awakening

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The air itself was scorching hot from an invisible fire.

Zhou Yong straightened up, not even daring to breathe deeply.