The green train clattered along the railway line, while outside stretched an endless expanse of white.
Inside the sleeper car, a pretty young woman with a slightly flushed face was fast asleep, nestled in her small bunk.
A tall, strong man sat beside the bed like a guardian angel, looking tenderly at the person on the bed.
Outside the corridor, the sounds of children crying, people chatting merrily from all over the country, and the occasional shouts of vendors pushing their carts past... were all incessant.
But it didn't disturb the little one on the bed at all, which showed that she was extremely tired.
…
Wen Qinghe was woken up by the man after only a few hours of sleep. In a daze, she took the man out of the space and then didn't care about him anymore.
Last night's trip to the big bed, bathtub, and sofa really showed her what it means to have a deep and exciting time playing in the water.
There was also a change of cars during the process, and she was held in the man's arms the whole time.
Because Wen Qinghe was petite, and Yan Xiao was a full 1.9 meters tall and strong, holding the little girl was like holding a child, so it didn't attract much attention.
However, many kind-hearted people saw that it was not easy for such a tall man to catch the bus while carrying a child, so they all stood up and gave him their seats.
Yan Xiao didn't stand on ceremony and chose a comfortable seat in the front row.
During this time, people kept chatting with him.
"How old is your child? It must be hard taking a child with you on the train, right?"
"It's so cold, taking a child to catch the train must be so uncomfortable!"
"Is your child a girl or a boy? Mine is my eldest grandson, hehe. I didn't bring him along on this visit, otherwise he might have gotten along well with yours..."
As the woman spoke, she felt the air around her growing colder and colder. When she turned to look at the man, she saw that he was frowning and staring at her expressionlessly.
For some reason, this sent a chill down her spine. "Ahem, haha, I won't bother you anymore~"
After saying that, he quickly returned to his seat, muttering to himself:
"Tsk, he's big and burly, and he really has no manners at all. He just kept the child in his arms the whole time, without even taking him out to get some fresh air."
Suddenly, she slapped her thigh, "Could this be a human trafficker...?"
After saying that, she kept sneaking glances back at the man with a fierce look on his face. After hesitating for a long time, she finally decided to report the suspicious human trafficker to the ticket seller.
But then she caught a glimpse of the man suddenly lowering his head with a gentle expression, talking to the child in his arms.
The inner turmoil in her heart immediately dissipated.
It seems she misunderstood; that loving gaze definitely belongs to a biological father.
Tsk, looks like he has a bad temper.
...
This time, being on the train, there's no longer that unpleasant gasoline smell from the previous transfer train.
Yan Xiao didn't wake her up, wanting her to sleep a little longer.
Last night, it was already past midnight when we finished. Taking advantage of the fact that the water in the bathtub could be kept warm and heated, Yanxiao added a water pipe so that it could change the water with one touch.
In the end, Wen Qinghe was so exhausted that she couldn't even lift a finger, and Yan Xiao finally stopped, seemingly unsatisfied.
After all, such a good thing cannot be maintained by self-control alone.
Every time he's with his wife, he feels like he's on some kind of addictive drug, unable to stop.
Let her sleep a little longer.
…
Sure enough, it was almost noon when Wen Qinghe finally woke up.
She looked at the cramped room in front of her and felt a little lost.
"Brother Yan?"
“My sweetheart…I’m here.”
The man quickly put down the kettle, picked the girl up and sat her up, his large hand brushing away a few unruly strands of hair from the girl's forehead.
"We're on the train now. Are you hungry? Shall we get up and eat something?"
"Okay."
Wen Qinghe nestled lazily in the man's arms with her eyes closed, her small hands wrapped around his strong waist, her beautiful eyes hidden by long, raven-feathered hair.
She was feeling weak and used to being waited on by men at home, so she didn't immediately think of anything amiss.
Until a child's innocent voice rang out in the corridor.
"Mommy~ Look at that girl's embarrassing face~ She's such a grown-up, yet she still needs her dad to dress her~"
Wen Qinghe: ? ? ?
Is this referring to her?
Yan Xiao frowned deeply upon hearing the word "Dad," his face darkening with dismay.
Seeing the man's aura turn cold, the child's mother quickly covered her unruly child's mouth, afraid that he would say something even more offensive.
"Sorry, my kid was just talking nonsense, being unruly and ignorant. You two look like a married couple, your relationship is really good! Please don't take offense."
After saying that, she quickly pulled her child to find the toilet.
She does have that much insight.
Although the man was indeed quite old, the affection in his eyes and the relaxed demeanor of the stunning young girl were exactly the kind of things that only a couple who live together day and night and are very familiar with each other would do.
I'm so envious. Since having a child, her husband rarely looks at her with that clingy gaze anymore...
…
Only then did Wen Qinghe realize what she had overlooked.
This is on a train.
Waaah…
She was actually mocked by the child.
Wen Qinghe pushed away the man's large hand that was pulling at her clothes and put on her coat herself, though she wasn't really wearing a coat at all.
But it wasn't just Wen Qinghe whose self-esteem was hurt; Yan Xiao also fell into self-doubt.
Previously, on the shuttle bus, people mistook him for someone with a child, which was one thing, but now even the child says that he is his wife's father.
Is he really that old?
He's almost twenty-seven, and kids his age are already seven or eight.
He doesn't care what others say, but he's afraid his wife will think he's too old.
Thinking of this, he looked at Wen Qinghe with a serious expression.
"Qingqing, do you think I'm old?"
Wen Qinghe looked at the man, who was serious yet revealed a hint of grievance, and burst out laughing.
"old."
Before Yan Xiao could process the disappointment welling up inside him, he heard his Qingqing speak again.
"I'll still like you when you're old. I'll get old too. Will you stop liking me because I'll get old and ugly?"
"Of course not!" Yan Xiao replied without hesitation.
After saying that, he and his wife exchanged a smile, and their comical anxiety disappeared.
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