C72 Variable segment

Er Nengdan's face was gloomy. Without saying a word, he opened the window a little and lit up a cigarette. The stench of smoke filled the carriage, more or less masking the unpleasant odor of spittle. I was afraid that Xiao Jun would call me cold again, and I would hug his small body tightly in my embrace to keep him warm.

Xiao Jun looked at me with moved but also trust and reliance