The moment those words left her mouth, several passersby turned to look, shooting them astonished glances.
Apparently curious which young couple was that fierce.
Lu Weidong felt a loud *buzz* in his head as blood rushed upward. His face instantly flushed red and burned hot.
He absolutely could not stand there in his military uniform being openly stared at.
Ye Wenxi was walking too slowly. At this rate, they would definitely miss the train.
Gritting his teeth and making a snap decision, he bent down and scooped Ye Wenxi up in a bridal carry.
“What are you doing? Put me down!”
Startled, she let out a low cry and instinctively struggled. But his arms were like iron clamps—no matter how she twisted, she couldn’t move an inch.
Lips pressed tight, Lu Weidong said nothing and practically jogged toward the train station.
His strides were long and steady, ignoring the embarrassed pounding from the person in his arms and the stares from pedestrians.
He carried her like that for quite a while.
Only after rushing into a relatively secluded corner near the side of the station did he finally stop and gently set her down.
The moment her feet touched the ground, he immediately let go and turned aside, coughing dryly twice.
The flush from his neck to his ears hadn’t faded—in fact, it seemed to be spreading.
When he had picked her up just now, the soft warmth filling his arms and the faint, subtle fragrance had uncontrollably brought back fragments of last night. His heartbeat was even more chaotic.
“I… I’ll go buy the tickets.” His voice was tight, eyes fixed on the ground. “Walk over slowly. Just wait for me at the entrance to the waiting hall.”
Without daring to look at her again, he turned and strode quickly toward the ticket counter.
When Ye Wenxi entered the station, she saw Lu Weidong coming out of the restroom.
It looked like he had just splashed his face vigorously with cold water. His bangs and temples were damp, droplets clinging to them.
A dark patch of moisture soaked through the chest of his army-green shirt, the wet fabric clinging tightly to his firm chest muscles, outlining full, smooth contours.
The watermarks trailed downward, faintly revealing the taut lines of his abdomen beneath.
Wet hair. Damp shirt plastered against powerful muscle.
Mixed with the chill of water vapor and a restrained masculine aura, it radiated intensely.
Several young women and married ladies passing by couldn’t help sneaking glances.
Faces flushed, hearts racing, they darted quick looks at him before hurriedly turning away.
Ye Wenxi didn’t step forward immediately. She stood a few steps behind him, arms folded, leisurely appreciating the scene.
Tsk. What a pity.
Objectively speaking, this man was top-tier in every aspect.
Even “that aspect” of his ability was… ahem, exceptionally outstanding.
She sighed repeatedly. Of all the roles to transmigrate into, why did it have to be the villainous supporting female character destined to ruin herself?
She forced herself not to look at him any longer.
Shaking her head, she pulled herself out of that dizzy state.
She couldn’t fall into it. If her trajectory started aligning with the original host’s, who knew if she’d eventually be killed off by the plot?
Stay calm. Cooperate in the early stage. Establish herself.
Then step aside for the male and female leads as soon as possible. Survival first.
Ye Wenxi walked up and tapped his arm. “Let’s go.”
Without waiting for his reaction, she turned toward the ticket gate.
Soon after, Lu Weidong followed, his tall frame lining up behind her.
When she turned back, she noticed he was still damp, moisture visibly clinging to him.
She rummaged through her cloth bag and pulled out a clean handkerchief, handing it to him. “Wipe off.”
“Thanks.”
He took it and wiped his face and neck roughly, then casually rubbed at his chest.
The handkerchief was soft, carrying a faint trace of Ye Wenxi’s personal scent.
The fragrance drifted into his nose, inexplicably stirring something restless in his chest.
Lu Weidong couldn’t help but curse inwardly: *We’re screwed.*
It wasn’t as if he’d never interacted with female comrades before. So why, in front of her, did he feel like some inexperienced kid?
Heart racing at the slightest thing. Reactions all over the place.
He attributed this strange feeling toward Ye Wenxi to the fact that they had shared a heated night.
Naturally, such unexplainable emotions would follow.
The green train carriage was packed with people. Noisy chatter mixed with various smells, the air stifling.
The windows were tightly shut. Sweat, food, and tobacco scents blended into something far from pleasant.
“Peanuts, sunflower seeds, soda, biscuits… please pull your legs in!”
A vendor pushed a small cart laboriously through the narrow aisle.
Children swarmed eagerly around the snack cart, tugging at their parents’ clothes and pleading.
Lu Weidong bought two bottles of soda and two packs of biscuits, handing them to Ye Wenxi.
After last night’s physical exertion and skipping meals all day, she was starving.
But she had no money and had kept silent.
Now that the food was in her hands, she didn’t stand on ceremony. Murmuring a soft “thank you,” she tore open the package and began eating in large bites.
Several children simply stood beside her seat, staring longingly at the biscuits in her hand. One little boy was even drooling onto his collar.
Ye Wenxi noticed. It wasn’t that she lacked sympathy.
But the pack in her hands might not even be enough for herself.
Sorry. She had to fill her own stomach first.
Her gaze shifted to a small boy sitting across from her, about five or six years old.
The child sat quietly, eyes rimmed red as if troubled by something. From beginning to end, he hadn’t looked at the snack cart nor at the biscuits in her hand.
Beside him sat a woman in her forties or fifties.
She held a sleeping baby in her arms and paid little attention to the boy next to her.
Suddenly, Ye Wenxi noticed droplets falling from beneath the boy’s seat.
The child had wet himself.
Yet neither the boy nor the adults beside him reacted, as though nothing had happened.
Ye Wenxi frowned. Something wasn’t right.
After a moment’s thought, she picked up the half-eaten biscuit and held it out toward the boy.
“Little one, want some biscuits?”
The boy was startled by her sudden voice. His whole body trembled.
The fright made things worse—urine pooled more rapidly beneath the seat.
A few children who had been staring at her biscuits immediately noticed and burst into laughter.
“Hahaha, he wet his pants!”
“So embarrassing! He’s so big and still wets himself!”
Seeing this, Lu Weidong turned to the woman. “Comrade, your child wet his pants. You should take care of it.”
The woman jolted at his words, eyes darting.
“It’s fine. Didn’t bring spare clothes. It’ll… it’ll dry later.”
Ye Wenxi stood up and stepped closer.
“Ma’am, the child must be uncomfortable sitting wet. I have a handkerchief—why don’t you wipe him down?”
“I can hold the baby for you first. You take care of the older one.”
As she spoke, her gaze fell on the infant in the woman’s arms. She reached out as if to take the baby.
The moment the woman saw her reaching, she sprang up as if burned.
Her voice shot up sharply, exaggerated anger lacing it. “What’s wrong with you people? I said it’s fine! Why are you meddling? Move, move, we’re not sitting here anymore!”
As she spoke, she yanked the boy who had wet himself and tried to push toward the carriage connection.
Her overreaction confirmed Ye Wenxi’s suspicion.
In a flash, Ye Wenxi grabbed the boy’s thin arm with one hand and pressed firmly on the woman’s shoulder with the other.
“Stop.”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was icy, her sharp gaze fixed on the woman’s flustered face.
“This child isn’t yours, is he?”
“Put the child down.”