"Hold tight," Gu Yu patted Tang Yuran's shoulder and whispered in her ear.
Tang Yuran felt her face blushing so much she thought it would burst into flames. She wanted to pull her hands back, but Gu Yu, though using only one hand, pressed firmly on both her wrists, giving her no chance to struggle.
The bus continued to sway and bump along the road.
Yet, Tang Yuran felt as if time had frozen at that moment.
How wonderful it would be if the bus could keep going like this, always full of people, with her and him remaining this close together.
After hesitating for a moment, Tang Yuran finally buried her head in Gu Yu's chest.
Throughout this journey, she hadn't encountered anyone particularly nasty, but there were always some people who could affect her mood, making her unhappy. Yet every time, Gu Yu was there by her side, easily and simply solving all the problems.
