He Is Warmer Than Time

Late at night, on the green train heading to Haicheng, Yang Haitao looked at the sleepy person beside him, and said guiltily: "The sleepers are all sold out, and you are tired."

When I went to Haicheng, I had to sit in a hard seat for nearly 20 hours. Sitting down this way, my buttocks would feel painful.

The carriage was very stuffy, and there were still many people who smoked unscrupulously, mixed with the smell of various foods. How long did Song Xuan suffer?

But it was true that the sleeper ticket was gone, and there was no way. She didn't want to stay in Sichuan Province anymore, so she could only endure the hard seat of 20 hours.

Although the conditions were very poor, Song Xuan still couldn't stand the drowsiness attack, her eyelids began to fight, and her expression became confused.

When Yang Haitao saw this, he quickly took off his jacket and covered her. Song Xuan was so sleepy that she did not refuse his kindness, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

In those days, the windows of the train could be opened, and the windows were cracked, and the evening breeze rushed into the dull carriage, which made people feel refreshed.

Song Xuan slept unconsciously, no longer able to maintain the usual decent range, only slept awkwardly.

From time to time, the man sitting in front of him would extend a glance over. Song Xuan was born beautifully. After they got on the train, someone would sneak a glance at her from time to time, which immediately aroused Yang Haitao's desire for monopoly.

Although Song Xuan is not his target, being looked at by other men is just to make him feel uncomfortable.

Song Xuan's head lightly leaned on her shoulder, and the person in her sleep seemed to have the last trace of reason. As soon as she touched Yang Haitao's shoulder, she slowly retreated.

Yang Haitao stretched his hand across her neck, and gently pressed her head against her chest, then hesitated, and finally reached out and put his arm around her shoulder.

And Song Xuan did not wake up, nor struggle, just so weakly, the little bird leaned in his arms, leaning in his arms, sleeping soundly.

Yang Haitao tightened her clothes tightly, and then glanced at the man sitting opposite with triumphant eyes, as if saying, this is my woman, so don't give me a look around.

The man hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, regretting in his heart. He was really a beautiful woman. They didn't seem to be a couple at first, and wanted to strike up a conversation.

Song Xuan moved, Yang Haitao was so nervous that he was sweating coldly. He was afraid that Song Xuan would suddenly wake up, and then slapped him, yelling at him for being a disciple.

Unexpectedly, Song Xuan climbed a hand to his chest, rubbed his head in his arms, as if looking for the best sleeping position, Yang Haitao quickly reached out and gathered her shoulders, and then did not move.

Song Xuan found the best posture, with one hand on his chest and the other on his waist. This posture seemed to be very attached to him. It made Yang Haitao so greedy that he wanted to let this train go down and drive to the ground. .

In the early morning, Song Xuan quietly opened his eyes and moved her body, only to realize that she was actually leaning against Yang Haitao's arms.

She just fell asleep?

She lifted her wrist and looked at her watch very lightly. It was three o'clock in the morning, and she seemed to have slept like this for a long time.

She just thought of getting up, but found that she had a big hand on her shoulder, Yang Haitao is really daring, she looked down again, she was covered with his coat, and he was wearing a white shirt, as if sleeping It was sinking, and suddenly, the movement stopped...

Is she too humble? Misunderstood the kindness of others?