I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Su Mengli felt a little dizzy from their comments.

These unorthodox ideas came crashing down on her, making her worldview, which she had held onto for twenty years, teeter on the brink of collapse.

What's going on? Are all the people around her like this?

She took a deep breath of warm air and asked softly, "Then... what about Xiang Wen? Does he... does he know that's what you're thinking?"

Yan Nuoya gently stirred the hot spring water in front of her, causing tiny water droplets to splash.

“He didn’t say it explicitly. But…” She raised her eyes to look at Su Mengli, her tone indifferent: “What he’s probably thinking is… what’s the point of marriage?”

She paused, then added, "So he probably doesn't intend to get married at all."

"..." Su Mengli was completely speechless. She opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't say a single word.

This is just a leave request for casual conversation; it's a kind of rambling post.

First of all, don't panic.

Secondly, this is indeed a leave request.

Then listen to my excuses.

Since I'm already here, matters of the heart are indeed difficult to handle. And since I've never been in a relationship before, I can only rely on my imagination for many things, so I inevitably encountered Kakakakaka.

I used to dare to stay up all night to ensure I didn't stop updating, but my health was really bad recently, and now that I'm finally getting better, I don't dare to stay up all night anymore.

All I can say is that I'll take a day off tomorrow to focus on writing at home and get back into the flow.

As for the chapters that were previously blocked, I tried to rewrite them yesterday, but I still couldn't pass.

Even just touching my thigh wouldn't get me approved by the reviewers, so there's not much I can do.

After that, they might delete all the potentially triggering words and resend it, but the resentment will be empty.

Therefore, I'm taking another day off today to try and avoid staying up late.

I'm sorry, but I'll definitely work through the night tomorrow.

Another reason is that my keyboard broke, so I bought a new one from a third-party online marketplace, but it won't arrive until tomorrow at the earliest.

I think the lack of a keyboard and the blank stare at it is a major reason why my typing is in poor condition.

That's all for now. I'll rest today and talk about it tomorrow. I'm going to bed early.

Chapter 261 My dear classmate Yan.

The girls, wrapped in soft, comfortable bathrobes, had healthy rosy cheeks from the steaming hot springs. Their bare feet swayed softly on the cool corridor floor.

"I'm a little tired, I'll go back to my room and sleep for a while." Su Mengli said to the others, gathering her slightly damp long hair, her tone carrying the languid feeling of someone who had just taken a bath.

"I'll go with you, sis!" Su Mengyao immediately took her sister's arm, leaned against her with a smile, and the two sisters walked towards the room together.

"You can, but no noise is allowed. I need to rest." Su Mengli patted her head helplessly and instructed her.

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely listen to my sister."

Yan Nuoya watched their departing figures, then turned to Bai Shishi and said calmly, "Let's go and ask Xiang Wen to go to the hot springs."

"Okay!" Bai Shishi replied cheerfully, naturally taking Yan Nuoya's hand, and the two walked towards Mo Xiangwen's room.

A soft knock sounded on the door. When Mo Xiangwen opened the door, the sight that met his eyes made him gasp for breath.

Yan Nuoya and Bai Shishi stood side by side outside the door, their skin still warm from their recent bath, their fair complexion glowing with a healthy pinkish hue.

They were wrapped in the hotel's uniform white bathrobes, the soft fabric clinging slightly to their bodies due to the moisture, outlining the youthful and beautiful curves of the girls.

The air was instantly filled with damp moisture, a faint smell of sulfur, and the refreshing yet sweet and warm scent of their shower gel.

Bai Shishi didn't give Mo Xiangwen any more time to react. With her warm and moist breath, she threw herself into his arms.

"Xiang Wen, let me tell you, the hot springs are very comfortable, go soak in them quickly." She tilted her head up, her eyes curving into crescents, a few strands of her wet white hair playfully sticking to her smooth neck and cheeks.

Her bathrobe became slightly loose due to this movement, with the neckline slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of dazzlingly smooth skin.

Mo Xiangwen subconsciously reached out to catch her. Through the soft bathrobe, he could clearly feel the warmth of her body and her unreserved dependence.

The touch, along with the scent of milk and hot springs emanating from her, was like a warm breeze that instantly filled his embrace and softened his heart.

While naturally embracing the warm and soft woman in his arms, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to Yan Nuoya, who was standing quietly at the door.

Unlike Bai Shishi's lively and carefree nature, Yan Nuoya maintained her unique aloof demeanor even while wearing a loose bathrobe.

The sash of her bathrobe was neatly tied around her waist, outlining her shapely figure.

Her long, silvery-white hair wasn't completely dry; tiny water droplets still clung to the ends, sliding down her slender, fair neck and beneath the neckline of her bathrobe, which, though tightly wrapped, still revealed the contours of her hair.

The hem of her bathrobe revealed a small section of her smooth calves and bare feet. Her ankles were delicate, and her skin, under the light, resembled fine white porcelain, possessing a fragile yet cool beauty.

She stood there quietly, her purple eyes gazing at him calmly, as if she could see right through his thoughts.

Mo Xiangwen felt his throat go dry, and his heart skipped a beat. He tried to maintain his composure and stepped aside to make way.

Yan Nuoya then stepped into the room. As she moved, the hem of her bathrobe swayed gently, releasing a faint fragrance that mingled with Bai Shishi's sweet scent, lingering around his nose.

Yan Nuoya walked into the room, closed the door behind her, and casually sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiangwen picked up Shishi and sat down next to Nuoya, suppressing the flutter in his heart. He pursed his lips and asked in a seemingly indifferent tone, "Aren't you going back to rest after soaking in the hot spring?"

However, he forgot that his reactions and little thoughts could be hidden from everyone but from Noah.

Yan Nuoya's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile: "Let me tell you about what I talked about with Mengli at the hot spring earlier."

Mo Xiangwen was slightly taken aback, and he also put away his romantic thoughts and looked at her seriously.

Yan Nuoya didn't intend to keep him in suspense. She lowered her head slightly, leaned on his shoulder, and began to tell him her story.

"So, here's the thing..."

Mo Xiangwen listened attentively, his expression gradually shifting from initial doubt to surprise, and finally to brightness and delight.

He never expected that the problem of how to advance Mengli, which had troubled him for so long, would have a decisive breakthrough in this situation and in such an unexpected way.

What was even more unexpected was that Mengyao actually helped him achieve this.

"I see..." He nodded thoughtfully, digesting this unexpected good news.

He looked at Yan Nuoya and teased, "So, if Mengli agrees, a large part of the credit will go to my dear Yan Nuoya?"

As he spoke, he hugged Bai Shishi tighter in his arms to calm his inner turmoil.

“No, not at all.” Yan Nuoya shook her head, her tone still calm: “I think half the credit is mainly due to Mo yourself. Mengyao only unlocked the shackles of her self-imposed constraints, while Shishi and I, at most, just gave her a gentle push from behind when she was hesitant.”

However, she then subtly changed the subject, her purple eyes quietly looking at Mo Xiangwen, her tone becoming somewhat strange.

"So, my dear classmate Mo..."

"Yes, I'm listening. Go on, my dear Yan." Mo Xiangwen immediately stopped smiling and adopted a posture of attentive listening.

"You said I met you first, right?" she suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question.

Although Mo Xiangwen was somewhat puzzled, he nodded affirmatively: "Yes, that's right. We met at the scenic spot before the start of the semester."

“Well, rounding up,” Yan Nuoya tilted her head slightly, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes, “So I was here first?”

Mo Xiangwen paused for a moment, then chuckled: "My dear Yan, you're not just trying to play that 'I was here first' joke, are you? Besides, isn't that how I usually talk?"

"Although I don't deserve half the credit," Yan Nuoya ignored his teasing and continued along her own train of thought, "I did help you win over Mengli, didn't I?"

Looking at her unusually thoughtful expression, Mo Xiangwen found her exceptionally adorable.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, his tone becoming even gentler and more indulgent: "Yes, of course it counts. My dear Yan, please continue."

He wanted to see what this usually taciturn Yan student was trying to say after all this build-up.

Yan Nuoya met his encouraging gaze and remained silent for two seconds, as if gathering her courage.

She pursed her lips and said softly, "I was here first... whether we met or got to know each other, Mo... you've never formally confessed your feelings to me."

Mo Xiangwen was slightly taken aback. Yan Nuoya's words were like a small pebble thrown into the lake of his heart, stirring up ripples.

This... seems to be true?

He thought back carefully and realized that his relationship with Yan Nuoya always seemed to progress naturally in a state of perfect understanding and tacit agreement.

He had long recognized her as special, a unique "Classmate Yan," and had said many affectionate things to her.

But he seems to have never really said something formal and ceremonial like "I like you, please go out with me" to her.

I always felt that I needed to find a more special time, one that was more worthy of her, but I kept putting it off until now.

He certainly wouldn't forget something so important, but he simply hadn't found a suitable opportunity to say it all along.

Or perhaps, subconsciously, he felt that they no longer needed that kind of formality? But now, with Yan Nuoya bringing it up so earnestly, he suddenly realized that he might have overlooked it.

However, upon further reflection, he realized that his confessions to the other women were far from romantic, and none of them were elaborately planned.

"No wonder I was single for so long..." he muttered to himself with a self-deprecating smile.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Yan Nuoya immediately denied his words and said seriously, “I think if you are really the kind of person who pursues romance too much, Mengyao and Mengli may have more doubts and anxieties.”

She paused, looked into his eyes, and said softly but firmly, "So, let's just leave it as it is."

"This is fine as it is." She silently repeated to herself.

Mo Xiangwen's heart stirred, and he understood her meaning.

"Shishi also thinks it's fine as it is now!" Bai Shishi in her arms also looked up and nodded vigorously in agreement. In her simple world, as long as she could be with Xiang Wen, the form didn't matter at all.

Mo Xiangwen lowered his head and gently rubbed his chin against Bai Shishi's still damp hair. His heart softened, and he smiled as he replied, "Okay, let's leave it like this."

At this moment, Yan Nuoya spoke again, bringing the topic back: "Then, logically speaking, shouldn't Mo give me some compensation... or a reward?"

She slightly raised her chin, her clear purple eyes looking at him. Although she was demanding payment, she maintained that aloof expression, creating a striking contrast that made one's heart flutter.

Looking at her like this, Mo Xiangwen was both amused and exasperated: "You know perfectly well that I would never refuse you. You can just say whatever you want."

Upon hearing this, Yan Nuoya lowered her eyes slightly, her long silver eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and her voice lowered a few decibels: "I know... but I'm trying to convince myself."

Convincing himself? Is this really his beloved Yan? Does Yan also need to convince herself?

Mo Xiangwen suppressed his smile and reached out to touch her soft, silvery-white hair.

Yan Nuoya's expression also relaxed a bit.

"What is it? Do you need to convince yourself?"

Yan Nuoya paused for a moment, seemingly organizing her thoughts, or perhaps making a final mental preparation.

Finally, she raised her head, her gaze somewhat unfocused, and said softly, "...Let me prepare myself a little longer. You...you go soak in the hot springs first. I'll talk to you later...later."

Chapter 262 How about we sneak away together tonight?

After Mo Xiangwen left, only Yan Nuoya and Bai Shishi remained in the room for a moment, and the air seemed to still carry the scent of his departure.

Yan Nuoya walked to the bedside, but did not sit down immediately. Instead, she stood quietly for a moment before slowly lying down.

She raised her arm, gently placing the back of her hand on her forehead to cover her eyes. Her slender fingers unconsciously curled and relaxed several times before she finally sighed softly.

"Sister Nuoya..." Bai Shishi cautiously approached and sat on the edge of the bed. Looking at her like this, she felt a little uneasy and asked in a low voice, "What...what do you want to say to Xiang Wen? It seems very important."

Yan Nuoya's arm twitched slightly, but she didn't move it away. Instead, she asked in a muffled voice through the crook of her arm, "What is the thing that Shishi has always wanted to do the most?"

Bai Shishi was taken aback by the question for a moment, then a bright and cheerful smile appeared on her face, and she answered without hesitation: "It's just like now, with Xiang Wen, and Sister Nuoya, Sister Mengli, and Sister Mengyao, everyone together all the time! That would be the best!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Nuoya finally moved her arm away, revealing a pair of clear yet complex purple eyes.

She blinked, sat up, leaned close to Bai Shishi's ear, and whispered a few words.

Bai Shishi's cheeks flushed red instantly, like a ripe apple.

She subconsciously glanced at the closed door, then quickly glanced at Yan Nuoya's profile, which was also flushed with a faint blush, and her heart inexplicably raced.

"Although... I'm really looking forward to it..." Bai Shishi's voice was barely audible, carrying obvious shyness and a hint of concern: "But... wouldn't this be a bad idea? If Sister Mengyao finds out, she'll definitely say we... ran away."

Yan Nuoya had intended to make a joke, but she was surprised that the woman accepted the bold suggestion so easily and even began to consider the consequences.

She slightly widened her eyes: "Shishi, you..." She hesitated before speaking.

"Hmm? What's wrong with Sister Nuoya?" Bai Shishi tilted her head, her pure eyes filled with doubt.

Looking at her innocent expression, Yan Nuoya swallowed back the words she was about to say and shook her head: "No, it's nothing."

Bai Shishi, however, seemed intrigued and eagerly asked, "So, Sister Nuoya, when do you plan to make your move?"