Struggling to calm himself down, it took Wang Jie quite some effort to deflate his "Mongolian tent" and gradually lay it flat.
With an awkward chuckle, Wang Jie and Zhang Jianing stood at the entrance of the bus station.
When the bus arrived, the two of them got on. By now, only a few stops later, the bus was as crowded as a hornet's nest, with people packed like sardines, surrounded by a sea of heads.
Wang Jie protected Zhang Jianing in his arms, his face a portrait of bitter woe. He had known that bus rides were miserable back in his hometown and had disliked taking them.
But this was his first time experiencing such a crush on public transport in the big city. At this moment, Wang Jie was somewhat regretful. What could he do? Besides, it was he who had offered to accompany Zhang Jianing.
Helplessly, Wang Jie could only ensure Zhang Jianing was well protected.
"How are you doing? All these people aren't causing you any special discomfort, are they?"
