Jiutiao Meijie's lips approached his ear, her voice melodious and seductively teasing.
"Where to step if not on the ground?"
"Act properly, sister," Dubian Che replied with a deadpan expression, slapping her bottom through the casual pants.
Because she was being carried, Jiutiao Meijie's casual pants were taut.
Jiutiao Meijie tightened her right hand, choking his neck.
"Dead, I'm going to die, really going to die!"
The train from "Xiatian" to "Hejin" traveled along the edge of the coastline.
The train was nearly empty, the face-to-face red seats, the clean compartment, the clear glass.
Outside the glass was the blue sea of Izu.
The closer you got to "Hejin," the stronger the essence of spring.
They sat on the same side, where they could see the sea, with Jiutiao Meijie lazily resting her head on Dubian Che's shoulder.
The sunlight fell on the aisle of the train, right at the position of their toes.
"Where is this going?" she asked.
"Hejin."
