A Young Woman's Heart

In the end, all I could do was cautiously write the words "nauseating" on it.

"What do you mean... Is it... Is it... 'hazukashii' (shy)? Wow, really, Shizuka!" Mika Hitomi stared intently into his eyes with her alluring gaze, and lifted his chin with her hand. "I'm sorry to say, but since you... I'll say it, then!"

She gently bit her lip, her voice initially softer than a mosquito's buzz, but then it grew louder and louder, perhaps even reaching the waiter standing outside the door.

Fortunately, she spoke Japanese, which the waiters probably couldn't understand.

Moreover, the waiter could only hear her talking, and might wonder why she was talking to herself so excitedly?

"あなたが大好きです(I love you the most)! いつもあなたと一丝にいたい(I want to be with you forever)!" She said this and held her hand. He took Huang Yuxi's little hand and pressed it tightly against his cheek, "あなたの体のぬくもりをSense (I want to feel the warmth of your body)!"

Huang Yuxi opened his mouth, wanting to say something but unable to utter a sound. He even tried to mouth the words, but no sound came out.

"(This sentence is abbreviated) あなたのtongue と Body を Flavor わいたいです! Tongue でぺろりとなめる..."

Her voice gradually softened as she kissed Huang Yuxi's lips.

What does the tongue actually taste like?

It doesn't have the chewy texture of duck tongue; instead, it's more like a tasteless jelly.

"Please..." The waiter pushed open the door and came in. Seeing the two embracing and kissing passionately, he silently closed the door and left.

It was a long kiss, lasting a full minute, leaving Huang Yuxi so oxygen-deprived that she couldn't muster any strength.

Sanhua Tongjue finally recovered from her excited state and blinked shyly. Both of their faces were actually the same shade of red.

Is it that desire arises from emotion, or emotion arises from desire?

She helped him up and led him outside to pay the bill.

The waiters' hushed conversation made the two even more embarrassed, and they fled the place.

Before long, I stood at the edge of a bustling street, in front of a hotel that was not luxurious but clean and simple in its decor.

Sanhua Tongjue playfully touched Huang Yuxi's belly button, and the latter awkwardly turned her head away.

In this day and age, even without an ID card, you can still book a hotel room in places where regulations aren't too strict.

It's just that some bosses might deliberately inflate prices.

Sanhua Tongjue placed three hundred-yuan bills directly on the counter. The cashier, who was the boss herself, pretended not to see anything, put the money into the drawer, and then handed her a key with "707" written on it.

The newly risen moon in the sky had a faint reddish tinge.

This is destined to be a wonderful night.

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Chapter Six: Lesser Cold

Friday, July 5, 2001.

The two red characters "Minor Cold" on the calendar are particularly eye-catching.

Because final exams are next Monday, the band's practice has been suspended for the entire week.

—Besides, there's no need to practice before the results are out. Who knows if the band will even continue to exist?

And today, the results of the band competition at the New Year's Eve gala were announced.

The first place went to Class 3 of Grade 11.

In other words, other bands either disbanded or had to join the school band.

However, Yukong High School has decided to retain the Snow Music Team this time. Although they cannot participate in the official competition held throughout Hangzhou, in which all schools participate, they can participate in social performances arranged by the school later.

This can be described as a dramatic rise and fall.

Having spent a whole semester in the band, Mo Xueyao had actually developed feelings for that classroom that belonged only to them.

Even though the band is gone, we're still in the same class, but it still feels like something's missing.

It is the band itself that binds them all together.

In the moment when she thought the group was about to be disbanded, Mo Xueyao even began to miss the 'joy' of practicing hard.

Fortunately, they were not disbanded in the end.

They probably felt that the Snow Music Band was very energetic and could really create a lively atmosphere.

However, as an official competition, such a "trendy" style may not be easily accepted by the judges from the education bureau—they will find it unprofessional and messy.

So in the end, they came up with this compromise solution.

Perhaps it's because the principal also really likes their band.

In short, the matter has finally come to an end. Although the outcome wasn't perfect, it relieved her of a great weight.

As the dim sunset sets, its unique angle makes it look like a street lamp that has been lit ahead of time.

The sounds of knocking and banging came from Grandma Jin's grocery store; all the goods inside had been moved out.

She was standing outside the shop watching the workers busy inside, smiling as she asked if they wanted her to order a few bowls of noodles for them.

"Grandma Jin!" Mo Xueyao pulled her arm out of Lu Chengyuan's crook and waved her hand forcefully, asking loudly, "Has it started yet?"

"Hehe! Yaoyao is back?" Grandma Jin smiled as she looked at her, and the husky next to her barked twice.

Yesterday, Grandma Jin had people come and move all the goods in the shop to the commercial street for people to sell.

The store's shelves also went with the truck—judging from their appearance, they were probably sold as scrap.

Today we'll probably be removing some fixed structures. After that, we'll probably start the actual renovation.

"Grandma Jin, are you really going to open a chain of convenience stores?" Mo Xueyao walked to her side, bent down and rubbed Erha's head. The latter tilted its neck and put on a disdainful expression.

"Hehe! Xiaoyao still remembers what I said?"

"Of course."

"Just kidding. I'm getting old, but I still want to try new things, so I wanted to turn it into a 24-hour convenience store. I don't care about anything else, I just want to try something new."

Grandma Jin's tone carried a touch of childlike playfulness, and her few eyelashes swayed gently as her eyelids opened and closed.

What kind of person was Grandma Jin when she was young?

Mo Xueyao suddenly had this question, but she didn't ask it aloud.

Because her mother's voice called from behind: "Yaoyao and Yanyan are back? Come and help, we're making a big meal today!"

"A feast?" Mo Xueyao felt her and Erha's ears perk up almost simultaneously, and the question from before was immediately forgotten.

The so-called "feast" was actually just baked flatbread.

However, because it starts with kneading the dough, there are many things to do.

The mother put down the cleaver she was chopping the filling and took out a large bag of flour from a cardboard box next to her: "Come on, you two are in charge of kneading the dough. It has to be kneaded until it's elastic to taste good."

"What are you doing?"

"Grilled meat patties!"

"Oh, is this the feast you were talking about?"

"This is beef."

Let's get started now!

Mo Xueyao's eyes immediately lit up.

Fridays are usually early for school dismissal time. It's only a little past three o'clock now. The reason we make it so early is because the dough needs to rest for a while so that it will have a fluffy texture when we eat it.

Besides pure meat filling, there are also vegetable fillings, such as chives, celery, daylily, etc.

"Do we have to make so much?" Mo Xueyao asked, kneading the dough in her hands. She had just started kneading the dough, and it was sticky, like glue, and she couldn't get it off her palms at all.

"Yes, you can eat it for breakfast tomorrow after you finish eating it today."

"Will it still taste good when it's cold?"

"Just deep-fry it again later."

"So today it's baked flatbread, tomorrow it'll be fried flatbread..." she muttered to herself, brushing a strand of her dark hair back with her elbow, pressing the dough hard, making the large iron bowl clang loudly.

Just as Li Wanyan was rolling up her sleeves to start kneading the dough, she shook her head helplessly, casually took out a black hair tie from her pocket, and tied her hair up, pinning it all behind her head to prevent any strands from falling into the dough when it swayed.

This is probably a common problem for women when cooking.

Because my mother has always been the one to cook at home, it's not surprising that we occasionally find a long hair in our food.

Sometimes, when the father tries to show off his superiority as a man, he is immediately shut down by the three women in the family—even Li Wanyan occasionally glares at him jokingly, just like Mo Xueyao.

Although it was still early, the basketball-sized sunset was already showing signs of closing time.

However, it remained hanging in that spot for two or three hours before the sky finally began to darken completely.

Before it got dark, the streetlights came on.

It added a touch of warm, yellowish hue to this cold winter day.

Several people wearing patched cotton-padded coats hurried to the entrance of the general store and sighed in unison.

"Hey, what's going on? Why did you stop?"

"What's wrong? Are you in a hurry to buy something?" Grandma Jin asked with a smile.

"Yes, I was thinking that the local grocery store would sell it, but it seems we'll have to go somewhere further away."

"The water pipes in my house are frozen and I just broke them. I need to replace them!"

"It's frozen? I remember there's a hardware store across the street that sells them, so I'll just walk a little further."

The group shook their heads and sighed before hurrying away.

It seems that this winter is indeed unusually cold. In previous years, although it was cold, there was rarely any freezing.

This is still in the south, after all; it's almost impossible for ice to form here unless it snows.

Night finally enveloped the sky, and the stars of the winter night seemed even more dazzling than those of summer, though somewhat hazy, as if they too had frozen.

Mo Xueyao finally finished kneading the dough and received her mother's 'instruction' that she could watch TV for a while to relax.

After that, there was nothing more for her to do; she just had to wait for the aroma of the baked flatbread to fill the air.