"Achoo..."
Just as Lin Xueyi was mentioning Yang Fei, Yang Fei was far away, having just boarded a train.
He felt an itch in his nose and suddenly sneezed violently.
"Wonder who's secretly thinking about me, making me sneeze... Damn, what now?"
Yang Fei instinctively covered his mouth.
He stared in shock as the chewing gum he had been masticating flew out with the force of the sneeze.
And most disastrously, that piece of gum, as if by bad luck, landed right on the waist of a beautiful woman walking down the aisle.
She seemed to have just boarded the train and was still looking for her seat.
From behind, her legs were long and straight, adorned with a pair of Nike sneakers, fitting the golden ratio of beauty.
However, this infinitely beautiful view was spoiled by the piece of chewing gum Yang Fei sneezed out.
Yang Fei gawked at the white irregular blob of gum flaunting itself on the beauty's waist, cursing his luck in a continuous stream inside his mind.
Truly rogue, daring to face the dismal life and ready to confront any awkward situation and misunderstanding!
Yang Fei, with gritted teeth and an indomitable fighting spirit, stood up and greeted the woman, "Excuse me, sorry to disturb..."
The beautiful woman turned around in surprise, large round phoenix eyes, heroic eyebrows, plus a stunningly beautiful face...
An absolute beauty indeed!
The beautiful woman's petite and delicate chin lifted slightly as she looked at Yang Fei, "What is it?"
Seeing the woman's face, Yang Fei's expression changed.
The beauty before him was none other than Feng Cai'er, the Little Police Flower who had intended to arrest him for questioning during the fight at Lanting Hotel with Ma Liu.
Yang Fei quickly lowered his head, shook his hand awkwardly, "Nothing, mistook you for someone else."
Saying so, he turned and walked away.
Feng Cai'er paused for a moment, then it dawned on her, "Is that you? Stop right there!"
Neither Yang Fei nor Feng Cai'er knew, Lin Xueyi had already communicated and coordinated with Zhang Shide.
Yang Fei's criminal record for fighting was cleared.
This indeed was like a mouse bumping into a cat, enemies on a narrow road!
Yang Fei moaned inwardly, but he kept his composure, slowly turning around with an innocent, puzzled look, "Beautiful lady, do you need something?"
Feng Cai'er finally saw him clearly and coldly smiled, "It is you, heh, fighting and fleeing, lawlessness."
"You didn't expect to run into me here, did you?"
As she spoke, she tossed her backpack to the side and approached Yang Fei, staring at him intently, "Just surrender quietly, don't test this officer's patience."
Yang Fei sighed, simply extended his hands, "It was just a fight, is it really necessary?"
"Fine, I'll go with you, and that saves me the travel expenses too. You're paying for the meal, and I want some meat in the dish."
Feng Cai'er automatically ignored Yang Fei's rambling, her chin upward, she snorted, "At least you know the score."
As she spoke, she took out a pair of handcuffs from her backpack.
Yang Fei grimaced, "Hey, I'm willing to turn myself in, why must you handcuff me? It looks bad with so many people watching."
Feng Cai'er clicked the handcuffs neatly onto one of Yang's wrists and, after a moment of thinking, cuffed the other end to her own wrist.
She smirked coldly, "Now I'd like to see how you'll run away?"
Feng Cai'er said, brandishing handcuffs in a threatening manner and waved her fist.
Yang Fei, feeling dizzy, tilted his head and cheekily leaned towards Feng Cai'er's shoulder, "Alright, alright, I won't run. Wherever you go, I'll follow."
"Go away!"
Feng Cai'er, annoyed by his rascal demeanor, pushed him hard and then turned to leave, grabbing her backpack.
In that instant of closeness with Feng Cai'er, Yang Fei quickly grabbed the chewing gum off her, although he ended up being involuntarily dragged along behind her.
He stumbled along, shouting, "I haven't taken my bag yet!"
More than ten minutes later, Feng Cai'er had contacted the train police, showed her badge, and arranged for Yang Fei's seat to be next to hers.
During this time, their hands were always handcuffed together.
Feng Cai'er, not wanting to attract the attention of others, handled these matters very discreetly.
The handcuffs between them were always covered with a jacket, making them appear at first glance like a sweet couple holding hands, drawing many envious glances.
The train began to speed up, and as the evening twilight deepened, both the ceiling lights and the wall lights in the carriage came on.
Feng Cai'er kept a vigilant watch over Yang Fei but eventually Yang Fei comforted her, "You can sleep if you want. After all, I can't run away, right?"
As he spoke, he tugged on the handcuffs to reassure Feng Cai'er.
Feng Cai'er gave Yang Fei a disdainful look, "Don't think you could run away; you can sleep, but don't snore, and report in advance if you need the restroom…"
"And most importantly, don't squeeze closer to me, or else you'll regret it."
Yang Fei meekly agreed, Feng Cai'er yawned, leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and Yang Fei smiled slightly and also closed his eyes to rest.
Perhaps it was because Feng Cai'er didn't rest well the previous night, but seeing Yang Fei staying put relaxed her, and she began to nod off.
Her head tilted back against the seat's headrest, a position that could hardly be comfortable for anyone.
Gradually, Feng Cai'er's body shifted, and her head ended up resting on Yang Fei's shoulder.
A scent unique to girls wafted into Yang Fei's nose.
Her even breathing tickled Yang Fei's ear, as if a gentle breeze carried a faint, delightful fragrance.
Seen by others, the posture of Feng Cai'er and Yang Fei now resembled that of a couple deeply in love.
Yang Fei could even make out the envious looks in the eyes of many passing men, which secretly amused him.
"I just wonder if Feng Cai'er will kill me as soon as she wakes up?"
Yang Fei thought, feeling somewhat regretful.
It was a shame he didn't have a phone with him; otherwise, he would have taken a close-up photo with Feng Cai'er to avoid any misunderstandings later.
Perhaps he moved slightly, making Feng Cai'er uncomfortable.
She simply turned her body and stretched her other hand over, wrapping it around Yang Fei's neck.
Now Feng Cai'er resembled a koala, burying her head in his chest, sleeping soundly and sweetly.
Yang Fei was dumbstruck, "When did girls become so passionate and bold? I am a man of pure integrity..."
Yang Fei's arm was pinned beneath Feng Cai'er. He lifted his head, forcibly composed himself, gazed at the train ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle, and was inwardly in tears.
Could it be that his spring was truly about to arrive?