When I woke up, I found myself leaning in someone's arms. I knew who that person was without looking up. His hand was over my shoulder and placed on the back of my hand. The warm palm was slightly sweaty. The other hand helped me hold the school bag on my knee. My whole body was trapped in his sphere of influence. The dry and pleasant smell of his tobacco filled the tip of my nose.
The dim street lights flashed past the window. In the warm yellow dim space, I heard my own heartbeat beating like thunder. My whole face was burning, and I didn't dare to move the hands covered by him.
Until my neck became stiff and my thighs twitched nervously, his chuckle came from above my head. He seemed to kiss my hair, his warm lips pressed against the roots of my hair, and then said in an unprecedented gentle voice: "Xiao Qi, you are so cute, I like it so much."
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