Chapter 395: School Beauty Song Can Do the Splits

San Francisco.

Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao had been on the road for a full day, and after getting off the plane, they had engaged in high-intensity physical labor, so once they were exhausted, they collapsed and fell straight asleep.

On the soft bed, Xu Qingzhou slept soundly, not even having a single dream.

In a daze, he felt as if someone was poking his face.

Needless to say, it had to be Song Yao.

He reached out and pulled the girl lying on the bed into his arms, taking the opportunity to give her a squeeze. A faint, delicate scent of shampoo immediately wafted over—oh, so she had finished her shower.

Tender. Smooth.

Xu Qingzhou was itching to go, and after the halftime break, he felt he could fight for another few hundred rounds.

Song Yao twisted her body uneasily and reminded him, "Xu Qingzhou, it's 3:00 PM."

"Mmm~"

Xu Qingzhou hugged her even tighter.

Song Yao pursed her lips and stopped moving. This guy had said in the morning that they couldn't sleep too long and had to get up at 2:00 PM.

As it turned out...

She had woken up at 2:00, and after getting up, she went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Sure enough, staying in a hotel and getting a double room was the most convenient thing.

Song Yao sighed in her heart; when she was tired, she didn't want to tidy up, and she could just sleep after changing beds.

"Hurry up and get up."

"Let's cuddle for a bit longer."

"Mmm~"

Song Yao's soft hum echoed in the room.

Xu Qingzhou still kept his eyes closed, but his hand was gradually moving downward.

*Pia~*

Someone's paw was swatted away.

Song Yao climbed up with a flushed face, glared at him, and said with disdain, "You're filthy. If you don't want to sleep, hurry up and take a shower."

Xu Qingzhou laughed it off, opened his eyes, and glanced at his phone: 3:10 PM, San Francisco time.

The two of them had left the airport around 9:00 AM, and it took 40 minutes to get to the Hyatt Hotel where they were staying. By the time they lay down to rest, it was already past 11:00, so they had slept for less than four hours.

However, if they couldn't do "shameful" things, it was indeed time to get up.

"Want to go together?"

Xu Qingzhou got up naked and turned back to invite her before entering the bathroom.

"..."

Under the threat of School Beauty Song's death stare, Xu Qingzhou sheepishly ducked into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, he finally regained some energy. When he came out, Song Yao had already changed her clothes and was applying makeup in front of the mirror.

Xu Qingzhou picked up the clothes Song Yao had taken out of the suitcase—he was much more organized than her—and simply leaned against the headboard to watch Song Yao fiddling with her makeup kit.

School Beauty Song was dressed very prettily, wearing a white T-shirt with a denim miniskirt, her long hair flowing, and a lingering flush on her fair cheeks.

Xu Qingzhou sighed; School Beauty Song was full of energy, while looking at himself, with two dark circles under his eyes, he looked completely like someone whose body had been hollowed out.

When she was applying makeup, her body leaned slightly forward, which made her beautiful figure even more apparent.

Song Yao finished her makeup and had long noticed her boyfriend's lecherous gaze. "Xu Qingzhou, can't you have something else on your mind?"

"What am I thinking about?"

"Heh, don't think I don't know."

Xu Qingzhou rested his head on his hands. "That just shows you don't understand me... I was just contemplating life and pondering philosophy."

"Contemplating life? Like what?"

Seeing this guy looking so world-weary, Song Yao even started to doubt if she had misunderstood him.

Xu Qingzhou said lazily, "I was lamenting that it's no wonder they say there are only tired-out oxen, not... *Hiss~*"

Song Yao was so angry that she pulled this guy back and tortured him on the bed for a while. After packing the suitcase, the two of them finally planned to go out for a stroll and experience this world-renowned city.

San Francisco has a typical Mediterranean climate. They didn't encounter any sea fog today, and the sunshine was quite nice. The two planned to go to San Francisco's Tang Renjie first; it was considered the largest Tang Renjie in the western United States.

At the south end of Grant Avenue on Bush Street, after getting out of the taxi, streets with Xia Nation characteristics appeared before their eyes.

It was quite lively, with crowds bustling about. Besides the familiar Asian faces, there were Latinos, white people, and black people. The old cable cars, the traditional Chinese-style archways, and the modern architecture gave one a sense of time and space intersecting.

Grant Avenue was densely packed with shops, restaurants, various colorful storefronts, and all kinds of Xia Nation specialty dried goods.

Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao strolled for half an hour before ducking into a *Hanfu* shop at the street corner.

Selling *Hanfu* in a foreign land.

Quite interesting.

Three white girls were choosing clothes, and the proprietress, a woman in her forties, was introducing the dynasties, styles, and Xia Nation aesthetics of the clothes in English.

Seeing Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao enter, the proprietress lowered her voice and said a few more words before walking toward them, asking in Chinese, "From the Xia Nation?"

"Yes." Xu Qingzhou nodded.

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The few white girls eventually stopped looking and left after taking two photos. The proprietress didn't mind and said with a smile to Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao, "You must be international students, feel free to look around."

"How did you tell?"

The proprietress smiled and said, "Those who come for tourism are all carrying big bags and small bags."

"We have everything from the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the Wei and Jin periods to the Republic of China era."

The proprietress pointed to the area on the left, introducing it to the two of them, saying, "This side has clothes with *Hanfu* elements, combined with the convenience of modern clothing."

"They are all quite exquisite."

Xu Qingzhou examined the various clothes.

"Young man, you have an eye for things."

The proprietress knew her stock like the back of her hand: "These clothes were all made bit by bit according to historical records: the elegance of the Qin and Han, the ethereal nature of the Wei and Jin, the magnificence of the Great Tang, the refined charm of the Song, the dignity of the Ming..."

Song Yao pinched Xu Qingzhou's hand and tilted her chin. "I like that set."

It was a cyan dress.

"Try it."

Xu Qingzhou took it down, held the clothes up against Song Yao's chest, and felt it would be a perfect fit.

"This set is very suitable for this young lady. The fitting room is over there. Wear the curved-collar shirt inside, then the cross-collar *Ru* with hanging sleeves..."

In front of the fitting room, the proprietress explained how to wear it to Song Yao once.

Song Yao nodded and took the clothes into the fitting room.

"Sounds quite troublesome. Should I come in and help you?" Xu Qingzhou stroked his chin, wanting to follow her in.

"Just try coming in if you dare." Song Yao's threat came from inside.

Xu Qingzhou shrugged and started browsing the shop.

The proprietress chatted happily with Xu Qingzhou: "Where in the Xia Nation are you two from?"

"Shu Province."

"No wonder. I went there on a business trip when I was back home; the young girls there are all very formidable."

"More than just formidable..."

A single punch could knock someone flat.

Xu Qingzhou pondered which ones were suitable for Song Yao. Song Yao had a cold and aloof temperament, so the colors should definitely be simple and elegant. The magnificence of the Tang Dynasty? No. The short shirts of the Yuan Dynasty? Not suitable...

"I'm ready."

Song Yao walked out of the fitting room, adjusting her sleeves, not yet accustomed to the long-style clothing.

Xu Qingzhou turned his head and was instantly stunned. The girl was in cyan robes, standing tall and graceful, her chest rising in a beautiful arc, and with the red belt tied around her waist...

It felt like a *Xianxia* heroine had walked into reality.

Wait, School Beauty Song can do the splits...

This question suddenly popped into his mind.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 396 =====