Zhang Yuan came to his senses first and looked at the man on the upper bunk.
The man seemed just over twenty years old, slender with distinct facial features, and indeed, he looked quite good.
But the way he looked at Lin Xue didn't make Zhang Yuan feel any good about him.
"No! I'm just doodling!" Lin Xue heard someone asking and felt obliged to respond, so she put down the pencil and answered.
She no longer felt like drawing, so she took out a ceramic cup and prepared to get some water.
"I'll get the water for you, don't burn your hand!" Zhang Yuan immediately stood up, almost fleeing towards the hot water tank near the carriage connection.
Actually, Lin Xue wasn't feeling awkward anymore; not only were such things quite common in later times, but half a day had already passed, so there was nothing to feel awkward about.
Watching Zhang Yuan's back as he walked away, she suddenly felt good and sat on the bed, laughing softly.
