A Young Woman's Heart

Although it's only six o'clock and there shouldn't be many people on the street, there will still be some people and cars passing by.

Even when you're a man, you can't just go out wearing only your underwear, can you?

—If I want to wash up, I have to go to the fruit shop.

"What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Maybe I saw Su Tang swatting a cockroach in the distance yesterday, which is why I had such a disgusting dream." Li Wanyan slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

"Ah...ah...maybe?" Mo Xueyao scratched her head somewhat perfunctorily and put on her school uniform and skirt.

While washing up, she couldn't help but think about what Li Wanyan had just said.

Do you dream about what you think about during the day?

That's impossible!

But... but many books she had read wrote that dreams are actually a manifestation of the subconscious.

The reason why people sometimes don't even understand themselves is because when they are awake, they consciously block out certain thoughts.

Perhaps it's an avoidance of thinking about it, or perhaps it's just a gradual change that hasn't been consciously considered.

Dreams, on the other hand, can reveal these deep-seated subconscious thoughts.

If that's the case, wouldn't that mean she's a devoted person?

And she even likes princes...

Ugh, just thinking about it makes me sick.

But thinking about it more carefully, it seems that the prince in my dream never actually saw his face!

Why does the whole dream feel like a tragic fairy tale that only little girls would like?

And, and the most disgusting thing is—

In her dream, she actually wanted to be a girl!!

That's right, she actively wanted to be a girl!

Mo Xueyao felt her face flush as she thought about this, not from shyness, but from embarrassment.

Although she now has to be a girl, being forced and being willing are two different concepts.

Even if she is now passively resisting, or even deliberately learning the lifestyle of girls in order to live a peaceful life, it doesn't mean that she doesn't have any resistance to the identity of a girl in her heart.

If it really is her subconscious, wouldn't that mean she not only doesn't resist, but is actually very happy?

"Impossible, impossible... How could I be that kind of person... That's too strange!" Mo Xueyao appeared to be brushing her teeth calmly, but in reality, her heart was already in turmoil.

She absolutely refuses to believe that dreams are a manifestation of the subconscious, absolutely not!

Mo Xueyao tried hard to forget the dream, but it only became clearer to her.

Even many details can be easily recalled.

This made her feel an indescribable tension and embarrassment.

Even when facing Li Wanyan, he felt inexplicably awkward.

"What's wrong with Yaoyao today? Are you feeling unwell?"

"N-nothing... um... it's alright..." Mo Xueyao chuckled dryly as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. "Let's go, Wanyan, let's go to school."

"Wait, it's going to rain today, remember to bring an umbrella."

"I brought it, I brought it." Mo Xueyao scratched her cheek. "By the way, what are we eating later?"

"It's all right."

"Uh... Wanyan is always like this, always 'whatever, whatever.' Can't she make her own decision once in a while?"

"Hmm, how about sesame seed cake and fried dough sticks?"

"Oh—I knew it! How about we have an egg pancake? I'd like to add a skewer of pork tenderloin and a packet of soy milk."

“Okay.” Li Wanyan had no objections.

Before her father arrived at the shop, Mo Xueyao pulled up the roller shutter door, locked it again, and then walked side by side with Li Wanyan toward the school.

There's no need to specifically look for breakfast shops, as you'll encounter many along the way.

Because they often ate breakfast outside, Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan had tried almost every breakfast shop on this street.

"Yaoyao, you've gone too far."

"Huh? Oh, oh..." Mo Xueyao took a few steps back and followed Li Wanyan to the front of the shop.

This is a breakfast shop that specializes in selling egg pancakes. Although the selection is limited, it has a lot of customers every day. In addition, the shop is small and the rent is cheap, so the owner can still make a lot of money every month.

"Hey, you two, good morning! You're eating here today?" Because they lived close by and ate here often, the owners of the breakfast shops on this street were all very familiar with Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan.

"Yes, good morning," Li Wanyan replied politely.

"What would you like to add to the egg pancake? How about pork chop? I'm going to braise it for myself, it tastes amazing."

"How much."

"Half a piece is the same price as a skewer of pork tenderloin, we're old acquaintances."

"Then let's make extra large egg pancakes."

"Alright, little blue-eyed beauty, what do you want?" The shopkeeper looked at Mo Xueyao, who was in a daze, and asked with a smile.

However, the latter remained blank and did not react.

"Haha, I got up too early this morning, I'm still not fully awake!"

"Yaoyao, what do you want to add?" Li Wanyan shook her head helplessly and gently nudged her shoulder.

At this moment, Mo Xueyao was actually looking at this middle-aged man and couldn't help but think of her dream.

Hmm... when he was thirteen, was he also a handsome young man?

……

Chapter 321 An Unexpected Surprise (Part 1)

After the train arrived at the station, I took a plane.

But you can never get tired of the scenery in this country.

Along the way, the scenery changes constantly; crossing a province feels like crossing a country.

Russia's territory is indeed vast, but its topography and terrain are far more diverse and complex than those of Russia.

Most importantly—this country is full of vitality.

Despite its long history of five thousand years, it doesn't look like an old man on his deathbed; instead, it's more like a vibrant young man.

Nora landed at Hangzhou Jianqiao Airport. It is said that the airport will be closed at the end of the year, and then she will have to go to a more distant airport to catch a flight.

A gentle breeze caressed her cheeks, and her striking red hair and tall figure drew the attention of passersby.

The city was warmer than she had imagined. Although it was still cloudy, Nora, wearing long sleeves, could already feel the warmth.

She queued to get into a taxi, rolled up her sleeves as she sat down, while the driver stared intently at her chest through the rearview mirror.

She was as big as a basketball, and the key point was that she wasn't fat. Even the drivers who frequently pick up passengers at the airport had never seen such a great figure before.

"Excuse me, where to?" the taxi driver asked somewhat nervously.

Fearing that her Chinese wasn't fluent enough, Nora had prepared in advance and took out a piece of paper with Mo Xueyao's home address copied on it, handing it to the driver.

Her Chinese handwriting was fairly neat, at least readable at a glance, but it was very immature, like something a primary school student would write.

“Desheng East Village… Oh, I see.”

"Thanks." Nora smiled.

“No thanks.” The driver started the car, speaking broken Chinese-accented English.

Along the way, many roads were under renovation, some were being widened, some old buildings were being demolished, and some newly built buildings were nearing completion...

Nora enjoyed the scenery along the way and finally arrived at the entrance of Mo Xueyao's residential area.

Today is June 10th, Saturday, and she thinks Mo Xueyao should be at home right now.

He was indeed at home, but if I had arrived any later, he probably wouldn't have been there.

……

"Good morning... Wanyan." At 8:30 in the morning, Mo Xueyao yawned and groggily climbed out of bed. The straps of her bra-style tank top hung loosely to the side, almost slipping off her shoulders.

The glimpses of spring light were even more alluring, but Li Wanyan was not Hua Yinyin after all. She only glanced at it before shifting her gaze elsewhere: "It's getting late."

"Well, don't worry about when you get up on Saturdays. Sleeping in is only a occasional thing!" Mo Xueyao stretched out with a big yawn, but when she lowered her arm, the bra strap slipped down completely, revealing a glimpse of her skin. She lazily opened her mouth like a goldfish, "Ah...so refreshing..."

"The shoulder strap has come down."

"I know, I know..." Mo Xueyao casually pulled the shoulder strap back up. "Is this shoulder strap already loose? It feels like I've only been wearing it for half a year."

"Keep it for when you're at home." Li Wanyan changed the TV channel; early in the morning, the TV station was already showing a Korean drama.

—Mo Xueyao didn't even need to look at the screen; just by listening to the strange tone of the voice acting, she knew it was a Korean drama.

The main reason is that it's always the same few people doing the voice acting...

"Hmm—the clothes are all loose and baggy, could it be... that I've lost weight?" Mo Xueyao asked with some surprise.

"Hmm." Li Wanyan's answer sounded somewhat perfunctory.

As for whether she lost weight, only God knows.

After all, Mo Xueyao's home didn't have a weighing scale.

Fruit shops do have them, but those are for weighing fruit, and they're not very accurate; the error can be around one or two pounds.

This is a reasonable margin of error for a large amount of fruit, but for a person's weight, the error is quite large.

Moreover, my dad bought the cheapest mechanical scale to save money, and he usually wouldn't weigh it unless he felt the amount was ridiculously small.

After washing up carefully, Mo Xueyao put her long hair up in front of the mirror, then twisted her neck, looking left and right, but her face didn't seem to have thinned.