For the first time, Jiang Siming regretted being so tall. Otherwise, he might have experienced a scene straight out of one of those Japanese "voyeur" films. He had never experienced anything like that before.
The two of them were pressed tightly against each other, looking just like a young couple deeply in love. Everyone else on the subway thought so too.
Little did they know that Wang Xiaoyu was already barely able to stand. If she had not been leaning against Jiang Siming, she would have fallen to the floor long ago.
Perhaps her experience at the artificial lake earlier had prepared her somewhat. Perhaps it was also because Qin Yiyi was not there. Either way, Wang Xiaoyu felt far less psychological pressure.
As for Jiang Siming's "harassment," Wang Xiaoyu gradually stopped resisting it, aside from feeling shy.
It was as if she had truly begun treating Jiang Siming as her boyfriend.
There was nothing wrong with letting her boyfriend take a little advantage, right? Mm, there was nothing wrong with it.
As more and more people boarded the subway, there was no space left around them.
The subway should have been noisy and stuffy, but Wang Xiaoyu did not feel uncomfortable at all today.
Not only did she not feel the heat, but the noisy sounds around her seemed to have been blocked out as well.
All she could hear beside her ears was Jiang Siming's steady breathing, along with the strong beat of his heart against her back.
No matter how crowded and cramped it became, Wang Xiaoyu could not feel the slightest jostling. Jiang Siming's embrace was like a comfortable sofa seat, and leaning against it kept her completely free of bumps.
Oh, except for this.
Everything felt so unreal to Wang Xiaoyu. In all her years,