After boarding the train, Zhou Fan lay down and went straight to sleep, not wanting to waste another word on that girl Zhou Huang.
'There's something wrong with that woman's head.' He'd already told her not to question his taste, but she still didn't believe him. She insisted that him patting her on the head meant he was trying to hit on her!
'Looks like I'll have to be more careful about that subconscious habit in the future. Otherwise, it's going to cause unnecessary trouble.'
The train wouldn't arrive in Nanjiang City until noon the next day. Zhou Fan woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. When he came back, he couldn't get back to sleep, so he went to the vestibule between cars to have a smoke out of boredom.
"Hey, handsome. Got a cigarette?"
A pleasant voice rang out, and a fragrant scent wafted into Zhou Fan's nose. He turned his head and saw a genuine, top-tier beauty—one who was by no means inferior to Chen Yao or Gu Feifei.
