I really like your sand sculpture group friends

The girl in front of him seemed to be a combination of the qualities and strengths of both people.

A rich scholarly atmosphere blends perfectly with clear rationality, making it difficult to discern which side she belongs to, or perhaps neither.

Ah—I'm so sleepy.

Lost in his thoughts, he finally succumbed to sleepiness and drifted off to sleep.

If he could hold on for a few more minutes, he would probably see a blush rise on the girl's delicate earlobes.

"Ugh, you shut-in." The girl glanced at his sleeping face, making sure he was really asleep, before muttering a whispered curse and chuckling softly.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Yan Nuoya (4000 words combined)

He's starting to suspect that he's the one stalking the girl in front of him, probably because he's attracted to her.

At the high-speed rail station, the girl walked ahead of him and went through security before him.

Now, the girl walked ahead of him again, checking into the hotel before he even saw her.

He wanted to shout out why he was living in the same place again, but he probably didn't have the right to ask.

After all, the girl checked in first. If anyone is going to ask, it's the girl who's asking him if he's a stalker, since he followed her all the way to the hotel.

He isn't!

Thanks to the girl's kindness, she not only didn't report Uncle Hat, but she didn't even look at him with suspicion.

She simply said "What a coincidence" and waved goodbye to him at the front desk before going upstairs first.

This made Mo Xiangwen, who had seen many reports, breathe a sigh of relief.

Perhaps it really is just a coincidence, after all, he was overly self-conscious too much today.

This hotel is close to the scenic area, has a great environment, and is convenient for dining.

Aside from being a bit pricey, it probably has no downsides.

It's perfectly normal to happen to choose a hotel that happens to be there.

He comforted himself and handed his ID card to the receptionist, asking her to help him register his check-in information.

The receptionist was very efficient and had a great service attitude, but I don't know why she kept looking at him with a strange gaze.

Mo Xiangwen subconsciously touched his hair and face, thinking that his hair was sticking up, but it didn't seem to be.

"Is there a problem?" he decided to ask directly.

"Ah, no, no problem." The receptionist was quite professional, bowing slightly to apologize: "I'm sorry to have made you uncomfortable."

"No, it's not that serious. Has my check-in been completed?"

"Yes, room 513. Please take the elevator on the left." The receptionist handed him a room key with both hands and pointed in the direction the girl had gone. "This is your room key. Your deposit will be refunded to your account within 24 hours after you check out."

"Thank you."

He took the room key, walked around the corner, and found the girl still waiting for the elevator at the elevator entrance.

It was as if they had been waiting for him; the elevator arrived just as he reached the entrance.

He glanced at the elevator as he entered and saw that the two were on the same floor, which saved him the trouble of swiping his room card again.

The two stood in the small elevator lobby. He had just subconsciously glanced at her twice, and before he could look away, the girl noticed him.

The girl's gaze met his in mid-air, her face still bearing a faint smile.

Just as he was hesitating about what to say to explain, the other party spoke first.

When are you planning to visit the scenic spots at Jianmen Pass?

"Me?" Mo Xiangwen glanced around, confirming that it was just him and the girl.

"Well, of course, who else is here besides you and me?" The girl seemed somewhat amused and exasperated. "You don't need to be so wary, do you?"

Yes, of course.

The prettier a girl is, the more likely she is to lie.

My brother Ji is just too young and doesn't listen to advice, which is why he's been completely fooled by women.

For someone like you, young lady, I'm worried that you'll be talking to me about a 300,000 yuan deal the next second.

Mo Xiangwen mentally ranted, hesitated for a moment, and then replied, "Tomorrow morning, I don't like crowds, so I might go a little earlier."

"Hmm—" The girl nodded, drawing out her words slightly, "I see."

With a "ding," the elevator arrived at the fifth floor, and the doors slowly opened.

The two had just stepped out of the elevator one after the other when the girl suddenly quickened her pace, pulling her suitcase along. Just as he was wondering what was going on, she turned around and looked at him.

The girl's purple eyes seemed to gleam with a certain light as she looked at him, and the corners of her mouth slightly curved up, her gentle smile becoming more pronounced: "Then, do you want to go together tomorrow? If you go together, you can look out for each other."

"No need, I'm more used to being alone."

Although the answer cannot be gleaned from the girl's smile, this kind of question requires almost no thought; the automatic defense system can react quickly.

"Oh, I see." The girl seemed to have expected this, and simply smiled. "Well then, goodbye."

During the conversation, they arrived at the room the girl had booked. She went into her room and gently closed the door.

He wasn't sure if he had seen a hint of disappointment on the girl's face for even a moment, but for some reason, he felt that she seemed a little disappointed.

So what if I'm disappointed? I'm not familiar with those two anyway.

Mo Xiangwen forcefully ignored his somewhat conflicted feelings, found the room, and gently swiped the room card.

With a ding, the door unlocked.

The room has a nice overall environment. There is a separate wet and dry bathroom on the left side of the entrance, and the floor is covered with well-maintained wooden flooring.

He could see the distant mountain scenery by opening the window, but he wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.

He placed his backpack on the sofa beside him, sighed softly, and relaxed, collapsing onto the soft bed.

Regardless of the other person's intentions, it's always good to be cautious when traveling alone.

What's wrong with boys? Boys also need to know how to protect themselves.

He made a joke to himself to comfort himself, squinted his eyes, and took a short nap.

When he woke up again, judging from the sky outside the window, it was already evening.

He picked up his phone and ordered takeout, but then he couldn't help but think of that girl again, and sighed silently in his heart.

A woman's heart, a needle under the sea.

Kid, she's a higher level player; you can't beat her.

As he thought about it, he even made himself laugh.

Just as I was lost in thought, the delivery guy called.

"Okay, I'll come down and get it." After hanging up the phone with the delivery guy, he picked up the necessary items and went downstairs.

Unexpectedly, the first person I saw after going downstairs wasn't the delivery guy, but a girl with silver-white hair.

She sat on the sofa on the first floor, playing on her phone, glancing around every now and then, as if her mind wasn't on the phone at all, looking utterly shameless.

Mo Xiangwen didn't think much of it, because the delivery guy was waiting for him at the door with the food.

After confirming the information with the delivery guy, he was about to take the food when a familiar voice came from beside him.

"Hey, are you ordering takeout?"

Turning my head, I saw the girl's familiar smile right in front of me, a gentle smile that seemed to carry the delicate fragrance of jasmine.

"Yes, because if there are tourist attractions nearby, most of them will be more expensive."

For some reason, he felt a strange sense of oppression from the girl's smile, and his hand holding the takeout delivery froze in mid-air.

"Besides, I'm not a local, so I didn't know which restaurant would be better, so I just ordered takeout."

Honesty, emphasizing honesty.

It wasn't really personal information anyway, so he figured he might as well say it, a strange sense of guilt creeping into his mind.

"Oh, I see. What you said makes a lot of sense. I'll do that next time too."

The girl nodded, seemingly understanding what he said, waved to him, and then walked out.

"Uh, buddy, your girlfriend?"

"Uh, I think it shouldn't be, right?" Even Mo Xiangwen was a little unsure. If it wasn't, then why was she angry?

Although the girl's expression was not obvious, and could even be described as completely undetectable, he could clearly sense that she was angry.

"Oh, buddy, here you go, your takeout."

Why? Have they met before?

Impossible. How could he possibly forget a beautiful girl of that caliber once he's seen her?

Even if you don't remember what she looks like, you should at least remember her long, silvery-white hair, right?

He's not some forgetful light novel or anime protagonist, how could he not remember something so simple?

"Hey bro, takeout!" the delivery guy called out impatiently again.

Mo Xiangwen was startled and snapped out of his reverie.

"Sorry, sir, you can have this takeout."

He rubbed his temples and sighed. "Takeout at the scenic area is so expensive, it costs tens of yuan."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"I don't want the takeout anymore. I have to go chase after someone. I don't want to waste it."

The delivery guy was taken aback, then gave him a thumbs up: "Great, then I wish you success, bro."

Success? Success my foot!

They're not even friends, so what's with all the clamor for battle?

Mo Xiangwen sighed and ran off in the direction the girl had left.

Fortunately, the girl wasn't walking fast; in the time it took to say those few words, she hadn't even found a suitable shop yet.

Mo Xiangwen jogged a few steps and caught up with the girl.

When the girl saw him catch up, a hint of surprise appeared on her calm face. Then, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she regained her familiar, faint smile.

"sorry."

Just as his catching up with the girl was unexpected, her apology also caught him off guard.

"Why?" he asked instinctively.

The girl simply smiled at him, then tilted her head slightly, causing her long, silvery-white hair to cascade down to one side.

The silence was as if the girl was absolutely certain that he knew why he was apologizing.

Mo Xiangwen understood as well, a strange sense of familiarity rising in his heart. He asked with a wry smile, "Have we met before?"

"No, no?" The girl shook her head and said softly.

"Why then?"

"Um... I'm sorry." The girl frowned slightly and apologized again: "Because I felt like something was missing, I felt like I wanted to keep it a secret for a while longer."

Mo Xiangwen scratched his head in confusion, then sighed heavily: "Then I find it hard to believe you."

The girl sighed, mimicking his tone: "I know I'm a lot of trouble, so I'm really sorry."

Yes, that's the feeling, just like the feeling he had on the high-speed train.

Rational thought and girlish sensibility blend perfectly together, forming an inseparable whole, yet each exhibiting its own unique existence.

The girl knew it was unreasonable to expect him to trust her without saying anything at the moment.

But the girl would still do it; she neither forced him nor refused, and she would apologize to him.

He's quite a contradictory person.

Even if he didn't catch up, the girl probably wouldn't blame him; instead, she would secretly reflect on her actions.

Mo Xiangwen had this inexplicable sense of certainty in his heart, and for some reason, he found it somewhat amusing when he actually thought about that scene.