C788 A Story Made up

She Lanting coldly stood in the carriage. In the crowd, she did not grab the armrest and just stood there.

At the next stop, when she braked, she almost fell in front of me. She reached out naturally and grabbed me.

Then I took her by the waist and pulled her into my arms.

She pushed my hand away.

I asked, "Which station will you be at?"

She said, "Three more."

I said, "I have eight more