Ling Chuan's body was stiff, and his mind seemed to be wandering in a trance. After a while, he uttered a "hmm" from his throat.

After he answered, he felt a tightening around his waist.

It took him about two or three seconds, or maybe longer, to realize that it was his wife's hand around his waist.

The man's arms were warmer than she had imagined, with a familiar and comforting masculine scent.

Yun Mo found a comfortable position and continued to sleep peacefully.

His chin felt itchy, which was caused by the rubbing of his wife's head. His wife's body was warm and soft, and still very small. She nestled in his arms like a kitten, motionless, breathing evenly.

Ling Chuan did not sleep at all that night. He was completely immersed in the happiness as if he owned the whole world.

Maybe because she went to bed early, Yun Mo woke up early too, and the sky outside the car window was still gray.

Ling Chuan maintained the same posture as he had embraced her last night, turning sideways to face her, with his long and strong arms around her waist.

The temperature in the carriage was extremely low in the morning, and icicles formed on the window glass, but she felt warm, as if she was hugging a big heater.

Although she had woken up, Yun Mo didn't want to wake up and couldn't help but observe the man's appearance.

Ling Chuan is not one of those handsome guys with delicate features. His face is rather tough, with clear contours, three-dimensional features, and masculine look.

When I don’t smile, I always give people a serious and cold feeling.

At this moment, the sleeping man lacked maturity and seriousness, and had more of a child's innocence and gentleness.

Yun Mo unconsciously stretched out her fingertips, trying to outline the man's eyebrows and eyes. Just when her hand was halfway extended, the man opened his eyes.

It was unclear whether he was still asleep or dazed, the man stared at her without blinking, and did not say a word for a long time.

Yun Mo tapped the man's forehead with her fingertips, "Did you fall asleep?"

"daughter in law."

Ling Chuan called her softly, his voice was low and hoarse, like the lowest note of a cello, indescribably pleasant and soothing.

Yun Mo's ears felt a little itchy, and other senses in her body also awakened.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

Ling Chuan let go of her and sat up.

As the man moved, cold air rushed in from all directions, and Yun Mo couldn't help but shiver.

Seeing that she was shivering, Ling Chuan quickly put his down jacket on her.

After she put on her coat, Ling Chuan wrapped the blanket around her and then bent down to help her put on her shoes.

When I finished washing up and returned to my bunk, Zhao Yazhi had also woken up. She was lying on the head of the bed wrapped in a quilt, looking out the car window.

The sky was already bright, and the vegetation outside was covered with white frost like cotton wool, which refracted the sunlight and took on a magical color.

“Mom, it’s snowing!”

The little boy on the bunk opposite woke up at some point and started shouting excitedly while staring out the window.

"This is not snow, it's frost."

"It's just snowing, that's how it snows at home!"

The little boy didn't quite understand the difference between frost and snow, and stubbornly thought that this was snow.

The little boy's mother was too lazy to correct him. She helped her son put on his clothes and then took him to the bathroom.

"Oh, it's so boring. It will take another day and a night to get to the station. How can I endure it?"

Not long after breakfast, Zhao Yazhi, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, let out a long sigh out of boredom.

Yun Mo could understand Zhao Yazhi's mood and feelings. She was also so bored the last time she returned to Jiang City from An City alone. However, she was better than Zhao Yazhi at that time. When she was bored, she could tease Dabai and Erbai.

"Sister Zhao, do you want to come down and play Landlord?"

Zhao Yazhi poked his head out from above, blinking his eyes, "You don't want to study anymore? I just saw you doing your homework and didn't dare to disturb you."

"OK!"

Yun Mo, Zhao Yazhi, and the little boy's mother, three women just made up a perfect team to play Landlord.

Playing cards is always more fun if there are prizes, so everyone took out their own food.

The little boy’s mother’s surname is Fang and she is 27 years old. Yun Mo and Zhao Yazhi call her Sister Fang.

Fang Jie's chips are braised chicken legs, Yun Mo's chips are snowflake crisps + dates with walnuts + sachima, and Zhao Yazhi's chips are jelly + chocolate.

Yun Mo had good luck. She got the royal bomb in the first hand. After becoming the landlord, she got three 2s.

The two "peasants" Zhao Yazhi and Sister Fang were defeated by the landlord Yun Mo, and Yun Mo successfully won a chicken leg, a jelly and a piece of chocolate.

In the second game, Sister Fang became the landlord.

However, Yun Mo and Zhao Yazhi cooperated well and barely defeated the landlord Fang Jie.

After losing three chicken legs in a row, Sister Fang’s husband could no longer sit still and stepped in to take over Sister Fang’s position.

Sister Fang’s husband is quite capable and won twice in a row.

Yun Mo didn't care. She was just having fun, so she considered the lost snacks as a treat for everyone.

However, Zhao Yazhi cared more about winning or losing, and encouraged Yun Mo to call Ling Chuan for help.

Yun Mo had never seen Ling Chuan play cards, and she wasn't sure if he could do it, so she was a little hesitant for a moment.

However, after hearing Zhao Yazhi's request for help, Ling Chuan took the initiative to stand up and walk over.

Yun Mo looked up at him, "Do you know how to play Landlord?"

"Yes, but I don't play much, so my skills are not very good."

The husband of Fang Jie across from him laughed and said, "It's okay, just play around."

Yun Mo didn't care about winning or losing. She stood up and gave her seat to Ling Chuan, then sat at the head of the bed and watched him play.

I don’t know if it was because of his good skills or just good luck, but Ling Chuan was unable to change the situation even after leaving the field.

Sister Fang's husband won two games in a row. Not only did he win back the chicken legs that Sister Fang lost, he also won a lot of snacks from Yun Mo and Zhao Yazhi.

Seeing that his father won so many delicious foods, Sister Fang’s son jumped for joy.

Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but sigh to Yun Mo, "Hey, Yun Mo, your husband is no good either."

Zhao Yazhi just said it casually and had no bad intentions, but Yun Mo was worried that Ling Chuan would feel uncomfortable. After all, a man also needs to save face in front of outsiders.

"He rarely touches these."

Zhao Yazhi probably realized that what she just said was not appropriate, so she laughed and said, "I understand, my dad is the same. During the Chinese New Year, when my relatives played mahjong at home, he was the only one who lost every time."

In the next two rounds, Fang Jie’s husband still won.

Zhao Yazhi kept losing and gradually lost interest.

"This is the last round. If I lose again, I won't play anymore."

Maybe God couldn't stand it anymore, and gave Zhao Yazhi a good hand, a pair of kings, three 2s and three A's. Zhao Yazhi decisively took the lead, but it turned out to be three Ks.

Zhao Yazhi originally had a K, and now he had two bombs in his hand.

This time, Zhao Yazhi won without any suspense, and was so happy that he kept shouting, "Come again, come again!"

From this point on, the situation changed drastically.

Zhao Yazhi and Ling Chuan won in turns, but Sister Fang's husband seemed to have used up all his luck and lost several times in a row. In the end, his face turned ugly.

Just then, the conductor came over with a dining cart to sell lunch boxes, and Yun Mo took the opportunity to speak up and end the card game.

(End of this chapter)