A Young Woman's Heart

But if a person with a bad temper drinks and then goes on a rampage, then drinking is just an excuse for them.

This was a special Texas Hold'em game. Towards the end, there were no more formalities like calling; the cards were dealt directly, then flipped over to see who had the higher hand.

However, the core of Texas Hold'em should be the psychological warfare during the game, right?

As time went on, the effects of the alcohol kicked in, and Nora could no longer hold her cards properly, leaving them spread out on the ground. Her red hair became disheveled, and her speech became increasingly slurred.

"Hmm... You won again? Your punishments are so boring... Let me demonstrate..." Nora placed her hands on Mo Xueyao, who had the lowest card value this time. "Xiaoyao, you have to answer one question for me...!"

"Ah... okay..." Mo Xueyao was a little uneasy.

"At what age will you stop wetting the bed?"

"what?"

Li Wanyan, who wasn't particularly interested at first, suddenly couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

"How could I possibly remember that!" she said, scratching her cheek in embarrassment.

"Huh? You really don't remember?"

"Hmm... um... I guess it won't happen after second grade... cough!!"

"Oh." Nora sat back down.

People who drink alcohol often seem a little irrational.

Enthusiasm comes quickly and goes quickly.

But luck seemed to be on Nora's side, and she won the next round. So she looked at Li Wanyan seriously and asked, "Wanyan, which part of your body is the most sensitive?"

Li Wanyan pursed her lips, unsure how to answer.

Mo Xueyao was actually glad that Nora hadn't asked that question earlier.

"Then, I'll point to it, and if it is, you nod, okay?"

"Hmm." Li Wanyan glanced down at Mo Xueyao, noticed that she was being looked at, and then pretended to be calm as she looked away.

"Here? Or here? Could it be here? Wait, no way, it's here?"

"Ah."

"Is this really the place?" Mo Xueyao couldn't help but reach out and pinch it.

That's Li Wanyan's waist. The feel of it when I pinch it... well, it's not very soft, it feels a bit hard.

Is it usually that hard?

Li Wanyan slowly turned her head like a robot to look at Mo Xueyao, then her slightly stiff body trembled slightly.

"Oh, so it really is!"

"Yaoyao." Li Wanyan's voice was filled with helplessness and a hint of reproach.

However, people who are not very familiar with her probably wouldn't be able to tell.

Then, it was finally Mo Xueyao's turn to win a round. She decided to 'avenge' Li Wanyan and pointed at Nora, asking, "Nora, where is your most sensitive spot?"

“Of course it’s here!” Nora stuck out her tongue, which, well, seemed a little pale.

As soon as she finished speaking, her head lolled to the side, and she fell asleep.

After all, it was a full two kilograms of vodka. It was quite remarkable that she was able to stay sober for so long.

"Phew, finally asleep." Mo Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief. "Wanyan, let's tidy up the things, they're a complete mess. Luckily, she didn't throw up..."

“The wine doesn’t taste good at all.” Li Wanyan gently smoothed Nora’s red hair. “Why do so many people insist on drinking it?”

"I guess he just likes the feeling of being drunk?"

"Living a life of debauchery." Li Wanyan's tone was not good.

Mo Xueyao did not answer, because she knew that Li Wanyan disliked alcoholics because of her father.

She didn't hate Nora, which is already fair and just enough in treating everyone.

It's important to understand that no one can guarantee they won't be prejudiced against others based on their personality traits or personal habits.

While some prejudices can be eliminated over time, first impressions are still very important.

Broadly speaking, many Chinese people have regional prejudices, while foreigners have racial prejudices.

On a smaller scale, Mo Xueyao dislikes people who are blunt and gossip behind people's backs; these are all forms of prejudice.

Li Wanyan's dislike of people who drink frequently is one such prejudice.

“Wanyan, actually Nora is quite nice…” Mo Xueyao tried her best to make an excuse for her.

“Yes, I know.” Li Wanyan lifted her upper body up. “That’s why I didn’t say I disliked her.”

"Ahem, that's good... um... sorry." Mo Xueyao scratched her head.

Upon hearing this, Li Wanyan gave her a puzzled look.

"After all, he's my friend..."

"I'm not as petty as you think."

"Uh, huh? That's not what I meant."

This is probably what a woman's heart is like.

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Chapter 326 The Cicada in the Duplex Apartment

It was Sunday noon, and the sun had been shining on Tian Tingchan for a long time, but she had only just woken up.

Yesterday, I finally completed all the formalities and officially moved into this apartment, which has three floors but not many spaces on each floor.

Although the apartment itself wasn't particularly dirty, she, who has a slight obsession with cleanliness, still cleaned every corner of it.

As for luggage, there really wasn't much; it was all packed away after a little tidying up.

When she first woke up, she subconsciously still felt like she was in that small pigeon coop.

But when she rolled twice and bumped into the wall, she realized that the ground was actually quite spacious.

Sunlight streamed in through the bay window, where a pillow and a book sat. If a low table were placed there, she wouldn't even need to go to her desk; she could finish her studies right there.

This is her warm and cozy home.

Although it was just a rental, it fulfilled her long-held dream.

Now that things have come to this, all I can say is – it's good to be rich.

When you have money, you can buy things even cheaper than people who don't have money.

The more money you have, the more people will try to curry favor with you and try to build connections with you in order to get help in the future.

In a sense, it is also a kind of investment.

However, most people will not invest in the poor.

Zuo Ziya's investment in Tian Tingchan was definitely not an investment. What investment doesn't seek a return?

This should be called a grant or sponsorship.

She got up and tidied the bedding, then pulled open one of the cabinets—these cabinets had tracks underneath, and pulling them open revealed another space that could be used as a study, as well as a staircase leading downstairs.

The sleeping area is on the third floor, the bathroom is on the second floor, and the kitchen is on the first floor.

Although the actual space is not large, the fact that you have to walk up the stairs gives you the illusion of living in a villa.

This apartment uses its unique layout as its selling point.

In her home, which was so quiet that only the sound of her own footsteps could be heard.

Instead of making breakfast on the first floor of the room, Tian Tingchan went into the bathroom first.

When she was at home, she liked to take a shower in the morning—even if she had already showered the night before.

Because every morning when I wake up, I take a good shower, and it feels like I can wash away all the dust from my body and soul.

When living in a cramped apartment, you have to suppress this habit, since it's not easy to find a place to take a shower.

Now, she can comfortably enjoy a private shower in her own home.

She first took a thorough shower, then went into the bathhouse where hot water had already been prepared—it was located below the stairwell and seemed a little cramped, but since it was a bath, she was just lying down and wouldn't move around too much.

There's a window here, and through its clean surface, you can see the street and the passing cars...

Taking a bath during the day was a luxury she had never dared to dream of before.

What others found dazzling sunlight to her was gentle and warm.

"Phew..." Tian Tingchan squinted her eyes comfortably, feeling her body and mind being purified.

Every pore opens up, as if on a pilgrimage to cleanse itself.

She even felt she could sit there all day and watch the city below, as if it were a scene from a TV series filmed from a high-altitude perspective.

However, soaking in the bath all day was obviously not an option, so she reluctantly got up and sat in the bathtub, carefully shaving away the soft downy hair on her legs and underarms with a special razor for removing body hair.

She liked the feeling of feeling refreshed all over.

Now, the area below her head is completely shaved clean, without a single hair.

This made her touch her smooth thighs several more times.

She felt like a real girl, which gave her a strange sense of joy, both physically and mentally.

She smiled at herself, a rare occurrence, humming a little tune as she cleaned the hair out of the bathtub.

In this three-story space where she was all alone, she felt as if she were living in a safe aerial fortress.

They also opened up to themselves, or rather, they wanted to give it a try, which was a rare opportunity.

So she wasn't wearing anything but an apron, and even though the room was empty, her face was still a little flushed.

And so, he let the wind blow over his body, and all the windows in his house were open. Anyway, he lived so high up that no one would notice him.