A Young Woman's Heart

Although she paid for everything... it still made me feel a little uncomfortable sitting there so many times.

"Is it okay to always take a taxi?"

"It's okay, we have plenty of funds~ Don't worry, Lele." Sanhua Tongjue winked at her. "There will be two days off after the typhoon, right?"

"Yes."

"Hmph, I'll wear a wig at home and show it to you! I brought it especially for you, hehe, I look completely different with a wig on!"

"Really? I'd also like to see what you look like dressed up in real life."

"Hmm..." Sanhua Tongjue rolled her eyes, seemingly thinking about the corresponding Chinese words, "Bare face, made-up, which one... looks better on me?"

I've never seen you wear makeup in real life, but I think you look great even without it.

"Hmm..." Sanhua Tongjue remained silent for a while, and only after paying the fare and getting out of the car did she finally speak softly, "Lele, do you know what kind of girl Huang Yuxi likes?"

"Huh—? You like Xiaoxi? He's cute, but he doesn't feel like a boy at all... If we dated, it would feel like dating someone of the same sex, right?"

"It's okay!" She patted her rather ample chest. "I just love handsome boys like this! They're so cute!"

"Ew... cute is cute... but her gender is too ambiguous..."

“That’s cute!” Mika Hitomi said “kawaii” in Japanese.

When it comes to food, Sanhua Tongjue isn't that particular.

That evening, Wang Jiale's mother cooked a sumptuous dinner, but it was just some home-style dishes, which were definitely different from the food that this wealthy young lady usually ate in Japan.

It's said that she frequently eats Wagyu beef...

"Are you getting used to the food? Do you like it? Is the Chinese food better or the Japanese food better?" Wang Jiale's mother kept asking.

"Mom, don't ask so many questions at once."

"Delicious! They're all very delicious." Sanhua Tongjue replied with a light laugh, then lowered her head and ate another small bite of rice.

"But you're eating so little, is it still not to your liking?"

"Um...no...I just!" Sanhua Tongjue tried to speak in Chinese as much as possible while chatting with Wang Jiale's parents, but because she was in such a hurry and it was so difficult for her to speak, she looked a little gritted-teeth. "Eat, not much! There's very little food at home!"

"Take your time, take your time, no rush. Do you have a small appetite? Hmm, I've heard that Japanese people have small appetites. Now it seems like you only eat as much as a cat."

“No, and not all of that…” Sanhua Tongjue explained again, “The main thing is to savor… the taste! To eat my fill! No… no! The purpose…”

"Tongjue, just talk to me like you normally would, and I'll translate for you."

“Phew… thank you…” Sanhua Tongjue breathed a sigh of relief. “Although I really wanted to keep speaking in Chinese, it was just too difficult. The pronunciation was so hard.”

Actually, Wang Jiale really wanted to say, "It seems like you have a hard time speaking English, and many of your pronunciations are not standard," but in the end, he didn't say it.

Because I always feel that saying these words out loud would make me feel like I'm mocking others.

For Sanhua Tongjue, the tatami in the study felt very familiar, so she insisted on sleeping there at night, and Wang Jiale had no choice but to accompany her.

Actually, it's not exactly 'only' she can sleep here, because she quite likes sleeping here too...

It was late at night, and the two of them had already taken a bath and were lying on the tatami mats.

The windows rattled loudly in the strong wind. Looking out the window, you could see the trees below, illuminated by the streetlights, swaying their branches vigorously, like an eighty-year-old man dancing disco with all his might.

"The typhoon has already started." Wang Jiale opened the window a crack, and a strong wind immediately blew into the room, making her long hair, which was still damp from washing, a mess.

"Ah~ that feels so good!"

"Hey, right? I especially love the premonition of a typhoon, when there's no rain, just strong winds, and you just open a crack in the window..." Wang Jiale and Sanhua Tongjue sat by the window, each holding a cup of freshly brewed tea. After taking a sip, Wang Jiale continued, "So... about what happened before, um, Tongjue really likes Huang Yuxi? Even though we haven't known each other for very long, right?"

"Liking someone can happen in an instant! I love everything about him, he's so cute! So many of his actions are adorable, and his personality is adorable too!"

"This is practically the epitome of cuteness..."

"That's right, that's right!" Sanhua Tongjue nodded vigorously, her seemingly obedient long hair now being tousled a few times before she gently curled a few strands with her fingers. "So cute!!"

"Even though there's no class tomorrow, you should still get some rest." As they were chatting, Wang Jiale's mother opened the door and smiled at the two girls in the room.

"Know it."

Did I turn off the lights for you?

"Wait, wait, put the teacup down for a moment." Wang Jiale placed the teacup on a higher bookshelf. The reason she didn't put it on the coffee table was because she was worried that she would knock the table over while sleeping and then the teacup on it would be doomed.

After the lights were turned off, the two girls crawled into a bed together.

"Tongjue, you smell so good." Wang Jiale deliberately tickled the other person and said with a grin.

"Really? It's probably because we've been using incense since we were little, so it's all marinated well."

This is a grammatically incorrect sentence. In Chinese, "because" and "reason" cannot be used together.

"oh oh……"

"Pfft, you actually know how to say 'marinate' in Chinese."

"Hey, pretty good, huh?"

"That's amazing! Super amazing!"

"Hey, I really want to hug Xiaoxi."

"Pfft, how do you want to hug me?" Wang Jiale teased.

"Hmm... how about this?" But Sanhua Tongjue actually held Wang Jiale and demonstrated, "Like this, use your two legs to clamp it..."

"Ugh... I can't move!"

"Right? Hehe, and then do this, bite his ear, and he'll be mine!"

Wow, so experienced...

"Hmph~" In the darkness, Wang Jiale couldn't see Sanhua Tongjue's face clearly, but he could still feel the heat on her face. She must be blushing.

"So, do you need any help?"

"Hmm...let's spend some more time together first. I'll do it myself!" Sanhua Tongjue pressed her face close to Wang Jiale's. "Actually, I'm still a little shy..."

"I can feel it... Hey, I can let go now, it's so hot..."

"Hey, maybe holding him feels similar to holding Lele?"

"Pfft, cough...I like him just because he's small and cute?"

"Hmm... how should I put it... this handsome young man feels completely under my control! I can do whatever I want with him~"

"Uh... say the last sentence in English again?" Wang Jiale didn't hear it clearly at first.

The two girls huddled under the covers, while outside the window, the wind grew increasingly fierce. Even though the windows and doors were tightly closed, they felt as if the wind could knock them open at any moment.

But staying at home during times like these gives me a strange sense of security.

Especially when you're in bed, you feel like you're in an absolutely safe secret base.

The two would occasionally make intimate jokes while chatting, followed by shy laughter.

The relationship between them was thus brought closer in this intangible way.

"Pfft...Eh...Is that so?"

"Yes yes yes..."

"That's amazing."

"It's very long!"

"So that's how it is, clap?"

"Oops, you hit me..."

"Sorry sorry~"

"It's okay, you can do it this way too..."

"Pfft, pfft... Haha..."

The two were wriggling in bed when Wang Jiale's mother opened the door again: "Go to sleep, stop making a fuss. You're laughing so loudly, I could hear you from the balcony."

"I understand..." Wang Jiale replied softly.

The door then closed gently.

The two continued their previous conversation, only lowering their voices slightly.

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Chapter Twenty-One: The Typhoon Sweeps Through

As a coastal city, Hangzhou is one of the least affected by typhoons. It usually experiences a major typhoon every two or three years, and by the time it reaches the area, it has generally weakened considerably.

This year's typhoon is the largest in recent years, so the entire city has been notified. It's like Chinese New Year, with all the shops on the street closed and everyone preparing supplies several days in advance to stay at home and prepare for the typhoon's arrival.

People who work or study can finally legitimately take a day or two more off.

Of course, most office workers will probably still have to take time off in lieu of leave, since the boss won't let you take advantage of them so easily.

In this kind of weather, there obviously wouldn't be many customers, so Mo Xueyao's parents didn't insist on keeping the shop open.

After all, running a shop basically means there's no rest except during the Lunar New Year, so taking a day off because of a typhoon is a welcome respite.

Her father slept until 10 a.m. after returning home last night, and it seemed he was trying to make up for all the sleep he had missed.

Although it was 10 a.m., the dim sky looked like the early morning.

It's definitely a good day for sleeping.

Even my mother didn't get up until eight o'clock today to get busy.

The typhoon hasn't officially arrived yet; this is just the prelude.

When a real typhoon arrives, it will inevitably be accompanied by rain, not just strong winds.

Mo Xueyao took the electronic keyboard off the stand, moved it to the bed, and placed it on her lap.

She gazed quietly out the window at the gloomy scene, savoring the apocalyptic tranquility.

She really liked this kind of weather—of course, only once or twice a year.