A Young Woman's Heart

The skin is incredibly smooth, delicate, and clear.

His sense of touch seemed to have never been so acute.

Even the slightest warm breath could send shivers down his spine.

A surge of impulse finally rose in his heart, which had been suppressed for many years.

It seems that something is crashing against the thick wall of the heart's barrier, about to break free.

He took a deep breath and told himself not to overthink it.

They even deliberately mocked and belittled themselves in their hearts.

It's as worthless as dust on the ground.

"Your mother...is gone?" Tian Tingchan asked in a low voice.

"Ah, right... we should go now. Just in case, you can wait for about half an hour before you leave."

"Hmm." Tian Tingchan curled up her shapely legs in the quilt. "I'm just afraid that it will be too warm in the quilt and too cold outside, and I won't be able to climb out."

"what……"

"Um……"

"what……"

"Are you mute?" she asked with a teasing laugh.

This time, Zhou Yong didn't say anything, but just shook his head vigorously.

"I'll wear your clothes later, is that okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I have plenty of clothes at home, my mom won't notice." Zhou Yong said, then crawled out of bed again and started searching through the closet, "I'll find you another pair of pants and a jacket..."

"No need for a coat."

"It's very cold outside."

"...That's okay too."

Zhou Yong squatted down and found a pair of school trousers he had worn in junior high school in the drawer. He hadn't worn them in a long time. A few years ago, he would wear them as casual clothes at home, but he had grown a lot in size since then. Although he could still fit into them, they were too tight.

It would be perfect to give it to Tian Tingchan.

I also gave her the matching school uniform jacket.

Wearing this outfit, Tian Tingchan looks like a young teacher in a school uniform.

This caused Zhou Yong's thoughts to drift into the distance.

……

(two)

"I won't see you off..."

"it is good."

Do you know the way?

"If you walk out that way, you'll reach the main road, right?"

"Oh right..."

"Okay, goodbye." Tian Tingchan waved and put on her wet shoes.

"goodbye!"

"Remember to come to my house to pick up your clothes on the weekend."

"Ah, oh oh..."

"I stayed home for both days this weekend."

"Okay." Zhou Yong placed one hand on the door frame, listening nervously to the footsteps downstairs, lest his mother turn back and catch him off guard. "Uh, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Tian Tingchan turned around and didn't see Zhou Yong's right hand, which he waved slightly.

Only after her footsteps had completely faded into the distance and disappeared into the hallway did Zhou Yong gently close the door.

He quickly walked to his room, knelt on the desk, braced his hands on the windowsill, and looked down.

As soon as Tian Tingchan came out, she subconsciously looked up and her eyes met Zhou Yong's.

The night was shrouded in darkness, as if a black veil had been cast over her face.

I couldn't see her face clearly.

Zhou Yong nodded to her and watched her walk away.

Then he 'threw' himself back onto the bed.

The soft Simmons bed made him bounce a few times.

It was destined to be a sleepless night; he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

I eventually got up and stayed in the washroom for a full hour.

Then, with dark circles under her eyes and looking slightly tired, she came out.

Like a corpse, he burrowed himself into the blankets.

Waiting for dawn.

……

(three)

During the political class, Zhou Yong yawned repeatedly.

Taking advantage of the moment when Teacher Wan Jianlei turned away, Mo Xueyao, who was sitting next to him, pushed his arm hard: "Hey, what did you do yesterday? Didn't you sleep all night? Did you go play games with Gao Yuan?"

"No... I'm at home."

Why do you look so sleepy?

"Uh, it's nothing..." Zhou Yong said, then couldn't help but yawn again.

Mo Xueyao tilted her head and glanced at him a few times: "How late did Teacher Jing keep you behind yesterday?"

"Around nine o'clock..."

"Oh, then it will be quite late to get back. I remember you live quite far away."

"Hmm, it's alright." He hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head vigorously as if he had something stuck to his scalp. "Um... I have a question for you."

"what's up?"

Wan Jianlei turned around and continued explaining the key points of the political lesson.

As the review phase progressed, the lectures by the young teachers gradually became tedious.

After all, a course that crams a lot of knowledge into one lesson is unlikely to be enjoyable.

At most, it just makes the explanations easier to understand and more accessible.

"I'll tell you later..." Zhou Yong lowered his voice.

After Wan Jianlei turned around again to write on the blackboard, he continued, "Uh, if a girl is willing to wear my clothes, does that mean she likes me?"

"A coat?" Mo Xueyao asked again.

The scene she imagined was a slightly chilly day, with the boy taking off his jacket and draping it over the girl...

"Uh...underwear."

"Huh?" She accidentally raised her voice.

"Mo Xueyao, don't be arrogant. Pay attention in class." Wan Jianlei turned his head and said in a condescending tone.

It doesn't quite match his youthful image.

Mo Xueyao quickly nodded, but when he turned back to write again, he forgot about the reminder he had just received, moved slightly closer to Zhou Yong, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? Did he go to your house?"

"Ah...more or less?"

"They're not going to your house to take a shower, are they?"

"..." He blinked suspiciously. "How did you know?"

"..."

Even though Mo Xueyao didn't quite understand women's hearts, at this moment, she was almost 99% certain that the girl liked Zhou Yong.

One percent of them doesn't dislike men, but rather they might like several men...

Just as there are scumbags among men, there are also scumbag women among women.

However, Zhou Yong was so ordinary-looking and didn't have much money. Taking him out would be embarrassing, and he had nothing to show off or that would make girls feel comfortable.

Uh... it couldn't possibly be that kind of pleasure, could it?

No, if something like that had really happened, Zhou Yong certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to come and ask her.

Mo Xueyao took a deep breath, feeling that words couldn't express her feelings at all. She simply tore off a whole sheet of draft paper with a 'rip' and wrote large, ink-soaked words on it: "Idiot, she definitely likes you!!!!!!!!!"

She used several ellipses for this, and even wrote it on her desk.

After finishing writing, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more comfortable.

"what."

"Why aren't you seizing the opportunity? It's practically obvious now, isn't it?"

"Really?"

"Really? What are you afraid of?"

"just in case……"

"Don't be afraid, let's give it a try."

"I'm just afraid..."

"What's with all this talk about friends? If you really miss this opportunity, I don't think she'll want to be friends with you anymore."

"Ah..." Zhou Yong said, sounding a little aggrieved, "Why do you always interrupt me... wait, how do you know what I'm going to say?"