Chapter 33 Someone, however, secretly slipped into his bed again.

She held the pile of mud, stunned for a long time, before suddenly turning her head, her bright almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring straight at the man next to her who was watching the show.

"Did you already know?" Her voice carried a hint of grievance that she herself didn't realize.

Zhao Wenchang slowly stopped laughing, met her angry gaze, and neither denied it nor denied it. He even shrugged innocently and said, "I don't know."

But that look clearly said: Yes, I knew it.

Jiang Wanqiu's anger flared up instantly, and she fired off a barrage of questions: "Then why didn't you stop me? Did you just watch me fall for your trick?"

Zhao Wenchang leaned back lazily against the bed railing and said slowly in a drawn-out tone, "My little glutton was sulking with me at the time, saying she wanted to buy it herself, how could I dare to stop her?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over her flushed face, and the mischievous smile on his lips deepened: "If I had actually stopped you, you'd probably be nagging me about being stingy right now."

"you--"

Jiang Wanqiu was speechless, her cheeks burning hot.

I felt both ashamed and angry!

How could this person be so wicked! Knowing it was a trap, they just watched her jump right in!

She pouted angrily, grabbed the pile of tattered lotus leaves, opened the car window, and was about to throw them out.

The man then sat up and rummaged through his cloth bag.

With a soft "clink," he placed a tin can on the small table. He pulled out a can opener used in the military from somewhere, pried it open in a few quick movements, and a meaty aroma immediately wafted out.

It's canned luncheon meat.

"Eat first, then get angry." Zhao Wenchang pushed the pried-open can of food towards her, and after laughing enough, he spoke again, his voice carrying a soothing tone, "I'm a pretty generous person, I'm not possessive of food."

Seeing that she was still sulking, he added, "That's not enough, there's more here."

Jiang Wanqiu gritted her teeth, but her stomach betrayed her and growled.

She glared at Zhao Wenchang, but still took the can, picked up her chopsticks, and poked at the meat inside, as if she were treating the meat as some despicable man.

After she finished eating slowly, the lights in the carriage went out with a "snap," leaving only a faint glow from the passing night outside the window.

It's time to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

The two lay back down on their respective bunks.

Jiang Wanqiu didn't know how long she had slept, but in the middle of the night, she was awakened by a bone-chilling cold.

She groggily opened her eyes and instinctively wrapped her military overcoat tighter around herself, but the warmth was quickly dissipated by the pervasive cold wind.

She looked up and saw that a thick layer of white frost had formed on the car window!

This old-fashioned train has no heating, and the connecting parts between the carriages are drafty.

She was wrapped in a military overcoat and covered with the heavy, stiff quilt from the train, but her hands and feet were still as cold as iron, and her toes were so cold they hurt.

She curled up into a small ball, but she was still shivering from the cold.

In the darkness, she used the faint light from the window to look at the quiet silhouette on the opposite bunk.

After hesitating for a moment, she gritted her teeth, quietly climbed off the bed, and crept furtively to Zhao Wenchang's bedside in the dark.

Zhao Wenchang's heightened alertness, honed during his time in the army, meant he was always a light sleeper. He would wake up almost instantly at the slightest sound from the woman's side.

He didn't move, but just squinted in the darkness, wondering what this little girl was up to in the middle of the night.

Then, he felt a pair of cold little hands tentatively reaching into his blankets.

The icy touch sent a chill down his spine, and he almost lost his composure.

Immediately afterwards, a petite figure squeezed in without any politeness, bringing with it a chill.

Strangely enough, the man's bed was warm and cozy, like he was carrying a small stove.

Jiang Wanqiu sighed comfortably. Seeing that the man seemed to be sleeping soundly and was not responding, she became a little bolder and pushed him further in, trying to make some room for herself.

But the sleeper berth was only so wide, and she still felt cramped, so she secretly pushed the man a little further in.

"If you push any further, I'll be squeezed right up against the train car."

A man's deep voice, tinged with helplessness, suddenly came from above, standing out clearly in the quiet carriage and startling Jiang Wanqiu.

Her body stiffened, and before she could decide whether to slip away or pretend to be asleep, the man turned to the side, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her into his arms, encircling her tightly.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice tinged with a teasing laugh: "Behave yourself, we're out here. Once we get to Shanghai, I'll get you a guesthouse, and you can do whatever you want."

His warm breath tickled her ear, and Jiang Wanqiu's ears instantly turned bright red. She struggled in his arms, whispering in a low voice, "I...I'm just cold!"

"I know." Zhao Wenchang chuckled softly, pulling her closer. "The army does have a method to warm people up instantly in freezing weather. Want to learn it?"

Jiang Wanqiu was so cold that her mind went a beat slower, and she subconsciously asked, "What method?"

"Want to learn?"

"Yes." She nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a warm, large hand slip quietly under the hem of her clothes and land precisely on her slightly cold lower abdomen.

Jiang Wanqiu's hair stood on end. She gasped in fright and grabbed the large hand that was groping inside her clothes, her voice trembling as she said, "What...what are you doing!"

The man, however, spoke in an innocent tone, completely oblivious to her unease, whispering in her ear with a self-righteous air, "To warm you up."

"If you're cold, just covering yourself with clothes and blankets won't help. You have to do it like this, skin to skin, so that the heat can transfer quickly. This is the fastest way."

Jiang Wanqiu refused to believe his nonsense!

But she dared not make any big moves. It was dark, and someone was sleeping on the upper bunk. If she woke someone up and they saw her sharing a bed with a grown man... she would be in deep trouble.

"Then, then you better behave yourself. If you dare to lay a hand on me..." Jiang Wanqiu warned the man with some unease.

She may have some lustful thoughts, but she definitely doesn't have the guts to do them.

A muffled male voice came from behind: "Someone who dares to climb into a man's bed in the middle of the night has no right to talk about me."

As she spoke, she slipped her hand under the hem of her dress a little deeper and tightened it.

He found a comfortable position, as if hugging a pillow, and closed his eyes tightly.

Jiang Wanqiu's eyes were wide open.