A Young Woman's Heart

“Now!” Wang Jiale answered without hesitation.

"I'll wrap mine up. I think it would look nice as a decoration at home." Mo Xueyao swayed gently with her hands behind her back, and playfully bumped into Li Wanyan.

Li Wanyan did not answer, but smiled slightly without opening the wrapping paper.

The commercial street sells everything, just like a regular shopping mall. The only difference is that the prices here are moderate, unlike the generally high prices in shopping malls.

For example, Yintai Department Store, in this day and age, is a place that only the wealthy can afford to go.

When the group reached the end of the commercial street, they turned back.

The shopping trip is almost over, and next up will probably be the usual coffee session.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but think of what happened last time.

Speaking of which, the reason we go shopping and have coffee is probably because of Sanhua Tongjue.

If it were Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan, they would definitely have gone straight home.

No, they probably won't come at all...

The prices here are still a bit high for the two of them.

Although there are affordable items, they are not so easy to find.

Everyone chatted casually as they walked forward, but only Li Wanyan stopped.

She was facing the clean shop window, where some simple bed sheets or duvet covers were hanging.

In this era where bright red and purple are all the rage, this is the first time Mo Xueyao has seen such a 'tech-savvy' design on bed sheets and duvet covers.

These lines possess a unique mathematical beauty; just looking at them can conjure up one formula after another in your mind.

Only Mo Xueyao noticed her slight hesitation and was about to ask a question, but the latter spoke first: "Yaoyao, why did godmother suddenly change the bedding this morning?"

"Huh? Eh? Well... cough..." Mo Xueyao looked around awkwardly, "She probably felt that our bedding hadn't been changed in a long time, so she suddenly wanted to change it?"

“It was just changed last month,” Li Wanyan retorted.

The bedding had just been changed at the beginning of winter, mainly to prevent the two of them from getting cold while sleeping. Originally, each of them was given a quilt, but later on, they ended up sharing two quilts.

"Cough!"

"Did Xiaoyao wet the bed this morning? And then quickly asked her mother to wash her to destroy the evidence?" Hua Yinyin suddenly came over and asked jokingly. It was obviously a joke, but it really hit the nail on the head.

Indeed, most high school students wouldn't wet the bed, but it's an accident... which is still very likely to happen.

Mo Xueyao's expression stiffened. Although it was only for a brief second, the girls were very quick-witted and understood everything in an instant.

"It can't be true, can it?" Wang Jiale couldn't help but ask.

"H-How could that be!" Mo Xueyao denied it outright. "Do you think that's possible? I'm so old, why would I still wet the bed... You actually believe Yinyin's words?"

"I don't usually believe what Yin Yin says, but her guesses are usually pretty accurate~"

"I've heard that boys have wet dreams, but do girls do too?" Sanhua Tongjue thought of something even worse.

"Oh, Yaoyao had a wet dream yesterday? How was it? Was I the heroine?"

"Yinyin, go play somewhere else—!" Mo Xueyao pushed her little face away with a headache.

Li Wanyan tilted her head slightly and glanced at her, then took out her wallet from her pocket: "Let's buy new bed sheets."

"Huh? We already have some at home, what a waste of money."

"The new year is just around the corner."

"Wanyan actually cares about something like this?"

“A sense of ritual is also important,” she replied calmly.

This is a small shop specializing in minimalist style bed sheets and quilts. The prices are very affordable. A winter bed sheet and duvet cover together only cost twenty yuan—and they are very warm.

Mo Xueyao even had the illusion that she could get through the winter simply by sleeping wrapped in a sheet without needing a quilt insert.

This time, instead of going to a coffee shop in the commercial street, everyone went to a coffee shop owned by Gao Yuan's family.

However, Gao Yuan wasn't in the store today; only the lobby manager, whom I'd visited a few times before, was there. He recognized Mo Xueyao and gave everyone a 50% discount on their coffee, making the originally expensive coffee suddenly more affordable.

The piano music echoed in the coffee shop, making people drowsy.

Mo Xueyao propped her chin up for a short while before collapsing onto the table.

She was just talking to everyone about the private investigator she had met last time, but she fell asleep without any warning.

"I feel sleepy after drinking coffee... Among the people I know, only Xiao Yaoyao is like this." Hua Yinyin poked Mo Xueyao's cheek, but the latter did not react at all.

He was sleeping soundly, as if he were drunk.

"Is it really coffee?" Wang Jiale began to doubt. "Hmm... but I don't feel sleepy at all."

"It would be strange if you felt sleepy..." Hua Yinyin glanced at her sideways, "How long will Xiao Yaoyao sleep?"

"She woke up in about an hour," Li Wanyan gave a relatively accurate figure.

With Hua Yinyin and Wang Jiale around, there's no shortage of topics to talk about.

Although Li Wanyan remained silent most of the time, she would occasionally chime in with a comment.

Sanhua Tongjue is actually quite talkative, but sometimes her Chinese isn't good enough. While she's thinking about how to express herself, she moves on to the next topic, so she often can't participate, which makes her face turn a little red with anxiety.

Even under such warm sunshine, the coffee shop still had the heating on.

They chatted until evening, but the girl was still reluctant to stop.

It was as if they had countless topics to discuss.

When Mo Xueyao woke up, her arms were numb and she could barely feel them except for the soreness—the same was true for her legs.

This time, Li Wanyan's prediction was inaccurate; she slept for far more than an hour.

Even though no one mentioned it, Li Wanyan still quietly defended herself, saying, "Yaoyao is especially tired today."

The implication is that this was the reason why her prediction was wrong.

Everyone smiled with their lips pursed, but deliberately remained silent.

Mo Xueyao had just woken up and didn't understand why everyone was smiling in a strange way.

A few seconds later, she suddenly shouted angrily, "No way! Why are you still talking about that? I really didn't wet the bed!!"

The sound was loud and carried far in the quiet coffee shop.

Although there weren't many guests, those who were seated all turned their attention to her.

Upon seeing that she was a beautiful mixed-race girl with blue eyes, everyone simply smiled at her commotion and didn't feel angry. Instead, they found her quite adorable.

When it comes to appearance, it's probably impossible to be fair.

Even with cosmetic surgery, it still costs money, while those who are naturally beautiful don't need to spend money on cosmetic surgery...

There is no such thing as absolute fairness in the world.

Mo Xueyao felt that her experience was very unfair. She had become a girl for no reason, but she didn't know how many people in the world were envious of her.

Among those who envy her, there are both men and women...

"Alright, let's go home." Li Wanyan finished the last sip of her coffee, which had been refilled several times, stood up, and decided to leave before she made a complete fool of herself.

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Chapter 216 uses honorifics to refer to the father.

It was already evening when Wang Jiale and Sanhua Tongjue returned home.

My father, who rarely had free time, cooked a sumptuous dinner with my mother.

When she first arrived, Sanhua Tongjue wasn't used to Chinese food, but as time went on, she found it increasingly delicious.

Moreover, she especially likes the flavors of Hangzhou cuisine—sweet and sour.

Even if it's a little spicy, I can accept it.

Hangzhou isn't exactly a city where people can handle spicy food, so Sanhua Tongjue didn't find it difficult to adapt.

Fortunately, she went to Hangzhou as an exchange student. If she had gone to another province where people like spicy food, she probably would have ended up in a proctology hospital within a week.

"Come on, Tongjue-san, this is something I made myself today, haha, you haven't tasted my cooking before, have you?" Wang Jiale's father said, "Eat more, don't be shy. You and Lele are both so thin, you two should eat more. It's not pretty for a girl to be as thin as a stick!"

"That's good... It's hard to lose weight once you've gained weight! It's like how it's hard to pay off a lot of debt once you've accumulated it," Wang Jiale muttered, puffing out her cheeks.

"What kind of analogy is this?" Her father tried to put on the airs of the head of the family, but he was used to being unpretentious and couldn't manage it now. He could only cough awkwardly twice.

"This is West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce, it's super delicious!" Wang Jiale said, pointing to the dish in the center. "You can completely trust my dad's cooking skills!"

"Mmm! I'll try it!" Sanhua Tongjue picked up a piece with anticipation, chewed it carefully for a few seconds, and then squinted her eyes with a satisfied look on her face.

"Is it tasty?"

"Mmm!" Sanhua Tongjue said "delicious" several times after finishing the fish. She was so excited that she even forgot to speak Chinese.

"By the way, Dad, you should call a girl Tongjue-chan, not Sang."

"Tongjue-chan sounds like something to eat, which isn't very good."

"...Can you please not apply the Chinese meaning to this?" Wang Jiale said helplessly.

During the time that Sanhua Tongjue and Wang Jiale spent together, the former learned a lot of Chinese and the latter also learned a lot of Japanese. It can be said that they both made considerable progress.

After all, they are languages ​​with the same origin. As long as there is a suitable communication environment, they can be learned quickly, but mastering them is particularly difficult.

This is quite normal, after all, many ordinary people still don't understand Chinese even after a lifetime.

Wang Jiale's bathroom has a separate shower room, but no bathtub—after all, when they renovated seven or eight years ago, the family hadn't earned that much money yet.

But Sanhua Tongjue still really enjoyed taking a bath with her.

"In Japan, no matter how small the house is, there will be a bathtub."

"There's simply no room for a bathtub in my house."

"Hmm—this is fine." The bathroom was filled with steam. Sanhua Tongjue stepped barefoot into the shower and pointed to the corner on the other side.

"There? No, no, even I can't lie down there."