A Young Woman's Heart

"Hoo..." She unconsciously wiped her hair with her wet little hands, making her already messy hair, which had been messy all night, even more messy.

But within this, there seems to be a touch of untamed beauty.

……

(two)

It wasn't too early; my mother was already up and making breakfast.

She would occasionally slack off and let Mo Xueyao and the others go out to buy things themselves, but most of the time she would try to get up early as possible, since cooking at home was more hygienic, healthier, and cheaper.

The father had already left, and a razor with a few stubbles remained on the sink counter.

It's obvious that the toothpaste foam on the mirror was probably splashed out when my father was brushing his teeth that morning.

He brushes his teeth so slowly, I don't even know if it takes him half a minute...

Mo Xueyao wiped the mirror with her fair hand, rinsed it with water, and then picked up her toothbrush and cup to wash her face.

After brushing her teeth, she would deliberately open her mouth to check if they were clean, making sure that every tooth was white and clean before moving on to washing her face.

—In the past, she wouldn't have cared whether her teeth were yellow or not.

Perhaps it's because I've been a pretty girl for so long that I've developed a bit of a sense of self-awareness as one.

After all, what beautiful girl opens her mouth with a mouthful of yellow teeth?

"Face wash... um... did you get a new one?" Mo Xueyao muttered as she took out a brand new face wash from the cabinet above the sink. The outer packaging was black, and the paste that came out was also black, which looked rather peculiar.

She first rubbed it in her palms to make sure her skin wasn't sensitive to it before applying it little by little to her face, rubbing it evenly, and then washing it off with water.

The girl in the mirror looked refreshed and neat, and the self-admiration she felt after each wash was her reward to herself.

Her sky-blue eyes were as clear as a stream under the light. Her mother had always said they were just eye bags from lack of sleep, but they were actually beautiful, glistening, and pinkish under-eye bags.

Bright almond-shaped eyes always seem to bring sunshine and vitality to people. Even just looking at yourself in the mirror can make you feel exceptionally happy.

People always prefer beautiful things.

And if that beautiful thing is oneself, then one will receive double the happiness.

"Hmph..." She cleared her throat triumphantly, combed her messy hair at her temples with her hand, and puffed out her right cheek in front of the mirror.

She's so cute that she wants to kiss herself.

A bright red lip print was left on her fair cheek.

She then stretched out both hands, all ten fingers slender and smooth, with nails of medium length and a touch of pink.

It's so exquisite, like a work of art sculpted by a top artist.

She straightened her chest instinctively when she saw herself in the mirror.

My gaze fell on her beautiful collarbone, where a mole added a touch of alluring charm to her smooth skin.

"Hey?" She placed two fingers next to her cheek and gently pinched the soft flesh of her chubby little face, and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "So cute, cute no matter what."

"Ah."

"!"

She turned her head in a panic and saw Li Wanyan leaning against the door frame, covering her mouth and yawning.

"Cough cough..."

"Are you enjoying it?"

"what?"

"Hmm?" Li Wanyan smiled and threw the question back at her.

"...maybe a little bit?" Mo Xueyao looked up at the ceiling and explained with a forced smile, "Maybe I still like girls? So when I see such a beautiful girl in the mirror and it's me, I can't help but pretend to be her or something?"

"is that so."

"Isn't that right? Pfft, Wanyan sometimes does that too, right? So what are you thinking when you look in the mirror?"

"Self-appreciation".

"Me too." Mo Xueyao suddenly sighed softly, as if she had detached herself from her true self and was commenting from a third-person perspective, "Sigh, such a beautiful girl, I wonder which guy will get her in the future."

Li Wanyan went into the washroom, while Mo Xueyao came out from inside.

Their eyes met, and the latter suddenly smiled, pursing his lips: "How cheap?"

"Huh? I wasn't talking about that kind of price... Never mind, let's talk about it later. Even though things are like this, I still don't seem to have any interest in dating a guy. I've never even dreamed about it."

"Really."

"Really...right? Maybe, perhaps...?" Mo Xueyao suddenly became a little unsure. After all, she had so many dreams, it wasn't a problem to have a strange one occasionally.

"Maybe it's not you who benefits others, but others who benefit you."

"what?"

……

(three)

Mo Xueyao, dressed in her school uniform, was standing in front of the full-length mirror in her room, combing her long hair. Unlike Li Wanyan's straight hair, her hair was curly, and the curliness became more and more obvious as time went by.

If left unattended for a long time and allowed to develop freely, it might even turn into princess curls.

Although I saved some money on perming my hair compared to others, curly hair is also more difficult to manage.

After finally straightening her hair, Mo Xueyao grabbed a handful of hair with both hands, including the few strands at the edges, and then gently hooked the red elastic band on her right wrist with her index finger and then flicked it with her thumb to tie it to her hair.

Then, after a few back and forth motions like tossing rings to make sure the hair tie was secure, the black bow hair clip was attached.

The skirt seemed a bit wrinkled, so I had to smooth it out carefully. Even the pantyhose weren't fully on, so I had to gently pull them up a bit.

In the mirror, her tiny feet, barely bigger than a man's hand, curled up slightly like cat's paws, as if she were quite pleased with her current appearance.

Although it's usually more convenient to wear casual pants, since the school requires us to wear skirts, we have to dress up nicely.

"Yaoyao, are you ready? Let's go."

"Oh, what time is it?"

5:40.

"Okay, let's go!"

……

(four)

Today, Mo Xueyao seemed particularly concerned about her image, constantly using reflective objects to check her current situation.

Mirrors, cars painted with glossy paint, window glass, colored reflectors...

Occasionally, when she comes to her senses, she realizes that she seems to be a little too obsessed with her own beauty, but she still can't help but take a few more glances.

If this were a third-person game, she could admire her own beauty anytime, anywhere, from every angle.

"Hey--"

"What's wrong."

Mo Xueyao shook her head dramatically: "Why do I feel like I'm getting prettier and prettier lately?"

"The more confident you are, the more attractive you are; the more attractive you are, the more confident you are."

"I see! I used to think I was about as pretty as Wanyan, but now I feel like I'm a whole level above you." She said jokingly, knowing that Li Wanyan wouldn't get angry about something like this.

"Good."

"Actually, the boys in my class always like to glance at me for no reason. Let me think, the places where their eyes most often linger are..." She tilted her head and pondered for a few seconds, then pointed to her thighs and collarbone, "...these two places, um, of course, not counting my face."

"I thought you knew nothing about these things."

"I was just pretending to be stupid, pretending to be stupid—it would be so embarrassing if I were exposed. They were staring so intently, it was hard not to notice. And as soon as I looked at them, they panicked. Really, so what if they were looking? It's not like they came to peek while I was taking a shower. It's not a problem for them to openly look at my clothes or anything." Mo Xueyao proudly put her hands on her hips, like a proud peacock.

However, it seems that all the beautiful peacocks are male.

The bus was swaying and rattling along the uneven road early in the morning when Mo Xueyao accidentally bumped her forehead against the window.

"Be careful."

"Ugh—" Mo Xueyao covered her forehead and brushed her bangs back. "Wanyan, can you check if there are any marks?"

"There's a slight red mark."

Are there any bumps?

"No."

"Phew...that's good." She carefully let her bangs down. "I don't want to do any strenuous exercise today."

"how."

"What if I get injured and get a scar? That wouldn't be perfect!"

“…A primary school student?” Li Wanyan couldn’t help but tease.

"Okay, okay, maybe I'm just a little more concerned about it today? Hmm—after all, what day is it again? Women's Day!"

"Women's Day is a holiday for working women, not for lazy, pampered young ladies."

"Hey, who's the lazybones?"

"So, do you admit you're a young lady?"

"Cough..." Mo Xueyao leaned back in her chair. "Okay, okay, it's because I don't do much work usually..."

Li Wanyan didn't speak, but simply relaxed her brows and gently scratched her neck with her fingers, making the latter laugh and dodge back.

"Pfft, haha, stop it, stop it, it tickles!"

"Yaoyao, make a cute face."

"Why?"

"You do it all secretly for yourself to see."

"what?"

"I want to see it too."