An unknown amount of time passed before the train came to a stop. It was past midnight when a few people got on.
At first, Zhou Fan didn't pay them any mind. His hand had already shifted position, and he was quietly taking advantage of the situation.
However, as the group passed by and sat down not far from him, Zhou Fan's brow furrowed slightly.
Something was off about their auras. An ordinary person's footsteps, no matter how light, would still be heavier. Plus, it was rare for someone's breathing to be so steady right after boarding a train.
But since they didn't look in his direction after sitting down, Zhou Fan pretended not to notice and went back to his preoccupied hands.
"That's enough. Don't go too far," Chu Qianqian's voice suddenly broke the silence, though she didn't dare to look up.
"Oh? You're not asleep? I thought you were," Zhou Fan feigned surprise, but his hand didn't stop in the slightest. In fact, it grew bolder, slipping quietly beneath her clothes.
