Late at night, on the green train to Haicheng, Yang Haitao looked at the sleepy people on the side, and said guiltily: "The sleepers are all sold out, which makes you tired." ”

When I went to Haicheng, I had to sit on the hard seat for nearly 20 hours, and my butt would hurt all the way down.

The carriage is very stuffy, and there are many people smoking unscrupulously, mixed with the smell of various foods, when did Song Xuan suffer like this?

But it is true that the sleeper ticket is gone, so there is no way, and she doesn't want to continue to stay here in Sichuan Province, so she can only endure the hard work of sitting in a hard seat for twenty hours.

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

Seeing this, Yang Haitao quickly took off the jacket on his body and covered her on his body, Song Xuan was so sleepy, he didn't refuse his kindness, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

In those days, the windows of the train could be opened, and the windows were left with cracks, and the evening breeze rushed into the dull carriages, making people feel refreshed.

Song Xuan slept unconscious, and could no longer maintain her usual serious demeanor, so she only slept crookedly.

The man sitting on the opposite side glanced over from time to time, Song Xuan was born beautifully, and after they got on the train, someone sneaked a glance at her from time to time, which suddenly aroused Yang Haitao's desire for exclusivity.

Although Song Xuan was not his object, being looked at by other men just made him feel uncomfortable.

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

Yang Haitao stretched out his hand, passed through her neck, reached out and gently pressed her head to his chest, then hesitated, and finally reached out and hugged her shoulder.

And Song Xuan didn't wake up, nor did he struggle, just so weakly, the little bird leaned on his arms obediently, and slept soundly.

Yang Haitao tightened the clothes covering her body, and then glanced at the man sitting opposite her with victorious eyes, as if to say, this is my woman, don't give me a look around.

The man quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, regretting in his heart, he was really a beautiful woman, and they didn't look like a couple, and he wanted to talk to him.

Song Xuan moved his body, Yang Haitao was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat, he was afraid that Song Xuan would wake up suddenly, and then slap him and angrily scold him for not being a serious disciple.

Unexpectedly, Song Xuan climbed to his chest with one hand, rubbed his head in his arms, as if looking for the best sleeping position, Yang Haitao quickly reached out and put his hand around her shoulder, 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 looks really attached, which makes Yang Haitao so greedy that he wants to let this train go down one by one and drive to the ground.

In the early hours of the morning, Song Xuan opened his eyes and moved his body, only to realize that he was leaning on Yang Haitao's arms.

She just fell asleep?

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

She just wanted to get up, but found that she had a big hand on her shoulder, Yang Haitao was really cowardly, and then lowered her eyes to see that she was covered with his coat, and he was wearing a white shirt, and he seemed to be sleeping deeply, and suddenly, the movement stopped......

Is she too villainous? Misunderstood the kindness of others?