A Young Woman's Heart

"A mountain of cotton blankets? I wish there were mountains this soft." Mo Xueyao said lazily. Seeing Hua Yinyin putting a freshly unwrapped wafer into her mouth, she quickly snatched it away and took a bite without hesitation. "Crunch."

"Wow!! Little Yaoyao—!" Hua Yinyin exclaimed in surprise, "Well, how dare a mere little Yaoyao snatch food from the tiger's mouth!"

"Hmph!" Mo Xueyao puffed out her cheeks and chewed her food quickly, looking just like a hamster stealing food.

“Little Yaoyao—” Hua Yinyin grabbed Mo Xueyao’s cheek and pinched it hard, causing some food crumbs to fall out of her mouth.

"You two have eaten, remember to brush your teeth later." Li Wanyan, who was reading a book, looked up at the two of them and said casually.

"I haven't eaten yet!"

"Hehehe, what do you mean by speed! In all martial arts, speed is the only way to break through, don't you understand?" Mo Xueyao proudly raised her little face, her short hair, which had grown a bit, swaying gently with her head.

"There's a flaw!" Taking advantage of the opportunity, Hua Yinyin snatched back her wafer biscuit, stuffed the remaining half into her mouth in one go, and chewed it with her cheeks puffed out, just like her.

"Oh, I've already eaten it!"

"What does that matter!"

"In fact, Xiaoyao's saliva is a good thing for Yinyin, isn't it?" Wang Jiale said leisurely, lying on the 'mountain of quilts'. It seemed that she had just watched a good show.

Near the bedroom door, Aishuer was communicating with Mika Hitomi in Japanese, which was quite unexpected.

"Aishue can speak Japanese?" Wang Jiale asked in surprise.

"Yes, I know a little."

"It's not as simple as just knowing a little bit!" Mika Tongjue exclaimed in Chinese, "She's amazing!"

“It does sound very fluent…” Wang Jiale felt a sense of frustration. “It seems that Aishuer has a real talent for languages…”

"It's alright..." she smiled modestly.

Of everyone present, only Aishuer could communicate fluently in Japanese with Mika Hitomi. If the two hadn't just chatted briefly, probably no one would have known that she was so capable.

In this way, Sanhua Tongjue has a good translator.

When she is unable to express herself in Chinese or English, she can ask Ashley to translate for her.

The two girls, both from abroad, suddenly found common ground, which made Wang Jiale feel a little sour, as if she was about to be abandoned.

"Lele is jealous," Hua Yinyin chuckled.

Mo Zhuyou nudged Wang Jiale and teased, "Hurry up, or Lele's 'wife' will be snatched away later."

"What...?" Wang Jiale felt a little embarrassed after her thoughts were exposed.

Girls are said to mature earlier than boys, but sometimes they can be quite 'childish' and like to play house.

For example, if two girls are very close, others will jokingly call them a "couple," and the girls will often quarrel about who is the husband and who is the wife.

In addition, everyone likes to assign who is the younger sister and who is the older sister. Some girls don't like to be the older sister and prefer to call themselves "older brother". Of course, whether others will call them that is another matter.

"Shall we have a pillow fight today?" Ye Banxia asked expectantly.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore. Playing makes me all sweaty." Mo Xueyao shook her head and refused. "Let's go to bed early tonight."

"If you don't want a pillow fight, how about we tell you a ghost story? It's raining outside, perfect for a ghost story on a night like this!"

"Do you have to tell ghost stories every time we spend the night together...?" Ye Banxia was a little afraid of this.

"Go ahead and tell me," Mo Xiaoxiao said with a light laugh. "But I don't know many ghost stories. Who else knows how to tell ghost stories?"

"I can!" Hua Yinyin raised her hand.

"Ugh, forget about Yin Yin, she turned into a pornographic story halfway through," Mo Xueyao teased.

"Oh—Little Yaoyao knows so much! Has she gone astray?"

"Even if you've gone astray, it's because of your teaching." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes.

Wang Jiale, standing to the side, blinked curiously: "Pornographic stories? What are those? Ghost stories from the palace?"

"Ahem...we forgot there's a most innocent person here." Lu Chengyuan coughed twice.

"What? Stop calling me innocent! I just haven't heard it before. I'm not a child anymore. It's like you're always saying I'm childish!" Wang Jiale complained, looking particularly cute with her slightly annoyed expression.

"Hehehe, Lele is so cute." Hua Yinyin pinched Wang Jiale's little face and rubbed it like rice cake.

"Get a good night's sleep tonight!" Ye Wen pushed open the door and glanced inside. "Why are you all sleeping together on the floor again?"

"Because it's lively this way!" Hua Yinyin exclaimed. "It's the last night!"

"It's only been a few days..." Ye Wen shook her head helplessly. "Never mind, whatever you want. But don't be unable to get up tomorrow morning, the car has to leave at eight o'clock."

"No problem—" Lu Chengyuan suddenly attacked Ye Banxia, ​​scratching her neck, which tickled her so much that she immediately clamped the 'perverted hand' between her fingers.

"Teacher, shall we stay the night together?" Wang Jiale invited.

"Huh? Me? No way, I need to go to bed early."

"Let's go together~" Hua Yinyin suddenly appeared at the door and hugged Ye Wen's arm just like she usually hugged Mo Xueyao's arm.

"Eh? Hmm... Fine, I'll chat with you guys for a while then." Ye Wen sighed softly, saying with a helpless expression.

Actually, it wasn't too early; it was already past nine o'clock at night.

If I have to get up early tomorrow, then this is probably the time to go to sleep.

The bus leaves at eight o'clock, so we have to get up around seven o'clock.

Of course, you can choose to sleep in the car, but that's definitely not as comfortable as sleeping in a lying position.

"Lights out!" Hua Yinyin shouted, turning off the lights.

The room was plunged into darkness, and the streetlights on the street went out as well.

"Wait a minute, the blankets haven't been distributed yet!" Mo Zhuyou shouted.

"Yinyin, what did you do? Why are the lights outside off too?"

"Huh? I just turned off the light in our own room." Hua Yinyin pulled the light cord again in confusion, but found that it wouldn't turn on no matter what she did.

"The power's out..."

In this day and age, power outages are common in cities during severe weather, let alone in remote rural areas.

For most people, it's become commonplace, just like how the Japanese are used to earthquakes.

"That's perfect for telling a story!" Wang Jiale exclaimed excitedly.

"Wait, let's divide the blankets first," Mo Xueyao called out impatiently.

Ye Wen lit up her phone screen, bringing a sliver of light to the dark room, and everyone used this light to distribute the blankets.

Sanhua Tongjue slept with Aixiuer today, making Wang Jiale feel abandoned, so she simply squeezed in with Li Wanyan.

As for Mo Xueyao... how could she escape Hua Yinyin's clutches?

"It's time for a ghost story." Hua Yinyin made room for Ye Wen to lie down and crawled into Mo Xueyao's bed, while Ye Wen got to use her bedding.

"Huh? You guys tell ghost stories now?" Ye Wen asked curiously.

"Yes."

"Was the teacher like that back then too?"

"Hmm... Midnight ghost stories are something that will never go out of style, no matter the era," Ye Wen said nostalgically. "Back then, whenever we had the chance to stay together, we would definitely set aside an evening to talk about these supernatural stories."

"Does Awen have any particularly scary stories?"

"It's really scary..." Wang Jiale subconsciously burrowed deeper into Li Wanyan's bed, feeling both frightened and excited. "How scary?"

“I don’t know how terrifying it was.” Ye Wen seemed to be thinking. “Hmm, I remember now, there was a horror story that also happened in the countryside.”

"Hmm." Ye Banxia wrapped herself up in the blanket like a sushi roll, as if doing so would prevent ghosts from getting in.

Let me think about it—

"Wait, Wen, let me prepare myself mentally first," Wang Jiale hurriedly called out.

"Pfft, do I need to prepare myself mentally?"

"Of course... be prepared to hear some really scary stories."

"Don't worry, with so many people around, you won't have trouble sleeping."

"I hope so..."

This is one of the reasons why girls like to tell ghost stories when there are many people around.

I don't dare to chat when there are few people around, so I can only chat when there are many people around. That way, I won't be too scared at night after chatting.

If there are only two or three people, they might not even dare to go to the toilet.

The rain outside the window grew heavier again, and the streetlights that had been turned off did not come back on; it seemed that they would have to wait until tomorrow for someone to come and inspect the lines.

The sound of the wind passing through mountains, rivers, and lakes carries a slightly eerie quality that sends chills down your spine.

"call--"

"Wow—"

"Are you done?"

"Almost there..." Wang Jiale whispered to Li Wanyan, "Class monitor, can I share a blanket with you..."

"Mm." Li Wanyan did not refuse.

Perhaps because of Mo Xueyao, everyone became increasingly close to her.

Is this perhaps a case of loving someone because of their love for them?

"Actually, my dad told me this story. He said it was something he experienced firsthand, when he was young, about thirty years ago..."

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Chapter Ninety Midnight Ghost Stories

The girls held their breath, waiting for Ye Wen to slowly tell the story in a slightly lowered voice.

"Back in the 1970s and 80s, there weren't as many roads as there are now. Especially when going up the mountain, you could only take small paths. Back then, the moon was the streetlight in the sky. When there was no moon, you could only rely on the light from a kerosene lamp to light your way."

"Don't you have a flashlight?" Mo Xueyao interrupted softly.