A Young Woman's Heart

"Anyway, I'll shower with my sister~!" Mo Zhuyou hugged Mo Xiaoxiao beside her, as if afraid someone would snatch her away.

"Then... me and the class monitor?" Lu Chengyuan looked at Li Wanyan, who had helped her bathe almost every day when her hand was injured.

"Yes, me and Xiaoyaoyao, Youyou and Xiaoxiao, Chengyuan and Wanyan, perfect!"

"Perfect my foot!"

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Chapter 164 The So-Called Social Gathering (Part 2)

"Little Yaoyao~"

"Don't come any closer! Don't touch me!"

"Hehehehe—"

"Wow, little Yaoyao really lives up to our Russian heritage!"

"Even if someone has Russian ancestry, they usually wouldn't grow as big as you, right?"

Are you envious or jealous?

"What's there to envy? I wish I had a flat chest."

"Pfft haha—Little Yaoyao isn't being honest! Hmm, Little Yaoyao smells so good, fruity, floral, and... milky?"

"That's just the smell of the fruit shop!"

"Then the milky smell must be Xiaoyao's smell!"

"Alas--"

This is the sound of Mo Xueyao and Hua Yinyin taking a bath.

Although you can't see what's happening inside, you can imagine a whole host of scenes just by listening to it.

"Sister, please wash my hair~"

"Ooh, it itches so much, hee hee hee—"

These are the two sisters, Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhuyou.

As for Lu Chengyuan and Li Wanyan, they remained basically silent throughout.

Lu Chengyuan was quite used to it, while Li Wanyan seemed to only talk more when facing Mo Xueyao—and recently, Hua Yinyin had been added to the list.

However, most of the time Li Wanyan was teasing her in a serious manner, and whether the latter could understand it or not was unknown.

Perhaps they know, but most of the time they just shamelessly pretend they don't understand.

"Hmm, Xiaoyao and the class monitor are really nice." Mo Zhuyou looked them up and down. "The styles are exactly the same, only the colors are different."

"Yes, and it's a complete set from top to bottom, even the shoes were specially matched, look at these straps!" Mo Xueyao tried hard to suppress her pride, but she couldn't help but reveal a hint of smugness.

She and Li Wanyan were dressed in black and red Hanfu ruqun, while the other was dressed in red and white. Although they were wearing the same style, the difference in color matching, coupled with their different personal temperaments, made them look completely different.

Li Wanyan appeared more elegant and serene, while Mo Xueyao was more lively. At the same time, the black parts prevented the vibrant red from becoming too 'hot'.

However, this Hanfu was still a bit thin, since it was designed for summer and autumn. So Mo Xueyao's mother prepared loose-fitting outerwear for them, so they could wear it outdoors and take it off indoors.

The two sisters, Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhuyou, were wearing cheongsams, the ones that Zuo Ziya bought for them yesterday.

One was pinkish-white, the other pure white; they lacked the worldly air typical of cheongsams, but possessed a youthful innocence and naivety.

"What is Yinyin wearing?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously, looking at her outfit, which appeared to be a dress and top separated by a belt, but was actually a dress.

"Hmph, a shrine maiden outfit!"

"What country is this shrine maiden's outfit from...?"

"Well, I combined the styles of Japanese shrine maiden attire and Chinese Taoist nun's robes... the two—"

"So it turned into this thing that looks like Hanfu but isn't Hanfu?" Mo Xueyao asked, her eyelids drooping.

"Uh-huh, isn't it pretty? I made it myself last year, and I've been wanting to wear it ever since, but I never had the chance!" Hua Yinyin said, spinning around in place. "It's so pretty!"

"Why make it all black?" Lu Chengyuan asked curiously. "Only the belt is red..."

"That's how you create a sense of conflict! Besides, in ancient times, black was a noble color!" Hua Yinyin boasted, showing off her limited historical knowledge. "During the Qin Dynasty, the emperor wore a black dragon robe!"

Li Wanyan, who was standing next to her, touched the fabric of her clothes: "It's cotton."

"Yes, it's perfect for this time of year, and because it's a long skirt, it's very warm." Hua Yinyin chuckled as she looked at Mo Xueyao, "Little Yaoyao's skirt isn't as long as mine, aren't you cold?"

"...It's not cold, I have leggings to wear." Mo Xueyao pointed to the white leggings she was wearing. The warmth of these leggings actually exceeded the imagination of many boys. People who have never worn them would not know how warm they are.

It's definitely enough for the South.

Mo Xueyao only discovered this sad fact after wearing many girls' clothes—that is, most of the time, men's clothes are of lower quality than women's clothes.

Of course, this is only based on the clothing that she, as an ordinary person, sees.

Lu Chengyuan, who doesn't usually dress up much, is wearing a beautiful outfit today. However, compared to the clothes that others wear, which look more like something you'd see in a TV drama or stage play, hers looks more normal—just clothes you could wear anytime.

It's just a bit newer and the colors are slightly brighter.

"Is this an autumn outfit?" Mo Xiao asked with a smile.

"Yeah, my mom bought it when winter was almost here. I can still wear it now. It was a great deal because it was a seasonal item; it would normally cost twice as much!" Lu Chengyuan tugged at the hem of her dress. "Is the color alright?"

"It looks like a maple leaf," Mo Zhuyou commented after examining it for a while.

After everyone's hair was dried and combed, we set off.

However, the girls seemed to be having so much fun chatting that they almost forgot about Mr. Xue.

Fortunately, Li Wanyan was there. She was serious enough to prevent the girls from just getting on the bus and leaving.

"Xiaoxue!" Mo Xueyao waved to Mr. Xue from across the street. He was being warmly received by his father, who had laid out a fruit platter in front of him. Judging from his friendly manner, it seemed as if he was being treated as a future son-in-law. Mo Xueyao was exasperated. "Come on, we're leaving!"

“Okay!” Mr. Xue nodded and answered in a loud voice. He then bowed slightly to Mo Wenli apologetically, said something, and then quickly walked to the other side of the road when there were no passing vehicles.

"Let's go!" The girls jokingly surrounded him and boarded the bus together.

It was around 5 p.m., which is when buses are most crowded.

Moreover, the area towards the canal is considered half of Hangzhou's city center, and the bus was packed with people everywhere.

Although passengers would intentionally make way for them after seeing their clothing, with so many people, it was inevitable that they would bump into each other.

When we got off the bus, everyone's clothes were wrinkled and their foreheads were covered in sweat—the crowded bus and the outside world were at least four or five degrees different.

"Ugh... the smell inside is so strong..." Mo Xueyao, who hadn't ridden a bus in a long time, was almost carsick. "The air outside is so much fresher."

Hua Yinyin, who was standing next to her, also took a breath, but she inhaled it close to Mo Xueyao's cheek.

"What are you doing? You're acting like a pervert." Mo Xueyao pushed her away and rolled her eyes.

"Pfft, Gin-Gin has always been like this!"

"Xiao Yao, beat her up!" Mo Zhuyou looked like she wanted to stir up trouble.

Because Wang Jiale and Sanhua Tongjue had gone home, everyone set off separately and then reunited here.

Just a few minutes after everyone had waited, a taxi pulled up next to the bus stop. Wang Jiale, wearing a strawberry-patterned Lolita dress, stepped out of the car with an air of nonchalance, followed by Sanhua Tongjue, who was wearing a pink kimono.

"Hmm, it seems Lele is still the warmest," Mo Xueyao muttered.

The Lolita dress looked very complicated, but such a big dress covered her up completely, only revealing her ankles. Unless the wind deliberately blew from the bottom up, she wouldn't be much colder than if she were wearing pants.

"Hey." Although he had already passed through it once, Wang Jiale couldn't help but turn around in place, attracting the attention of many passersby.

Many people were waiting for the bus here, but they were so captivated by the group of beautiful girls that they missed their own bus.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful." Mo Xueyao's tone was somewhat perfunctory. "Alright, alright, can we go now? This doesn't feel like a music exchange event at all..."

"The important thing is to socialize!"

"So, does anyone know the exact location?"

“Uh…” Hua Yinyin scratched her head.

Wang Jiale took out a small piece of paper from his pocket, on which was written the name of the restaurant: "It's called... Xiyue Restaurant."

So, where is it?

"We're near the bus stop, let's ask for directions?" Mo Xiao said with a smile, picking up a pine needle that had somehow landed on her sister's head and throwing it on the ground.

After asking for directions, they finally found the restaurant.

The restaurant wasn't very tall, only seven stories, but it was still considered a fairly tall building next to the canal.

The decoration wasn't luxurious, but it looked quite new because it had only been built recently.

The building is also quite unique in its construction. Each floor occupies a relatively small area, and each floor offers different food.

The first floor is Chinese food, the second floor is Japanese and Korean food, the third floor is Indian food... and the top floor is the Western restaurant.

"Which floor should we go to again?" Wang Jiale looked up at the seven-story restaurant and asked hesitantly.

Just as Mo Xueyao was about to say something, a well-dressed boy walked over from a short distance away. He smiled and nodded at them, asking, "Excuse me, are you a student from Yukong High School?"

"Hmm? You're from... Zhejiang University High School?"

"Yes, I'm waiting for you at the door. Please come with me." He spoke very politely, but for some reason, Mo Xueyao felt that he was particularly hypocritical. Both the smile on his face and the tone of his voice seemed very unreal.

Why are you acting so scholarly and pretentious?

Mo Xueyao looked at the others and noticed that Wang Jiale seemed to be attracted to this handsome guy.

Only Li Wanyan seemed to have a telepathic connection when she looked at her. The moment their eyes met, they immediately understood what the other was thinking.

"Tsk." Hua Yinyin was even more direct. She lagged behind and, after the boy had walked a distance, muttered under her breath, "Why does he look so disgusting..."

"No, I thought it was very polite," Mo Zhuyou asked blankly. "Who are you talking about?"

"Um, it's nothing. I was just talking about the dog over there." Hua Yinyin cleared her throat.

But what dog was passing by just now?

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