Pei Yu
The August morning was so muggy it felt like being sealed under an airtight steamer lid, and the rush-hour train was always the most crowded corner of this city. The carriage was jam-packed, people pressed against people, and even turning around took real effort. Swept along in the crowd, you instinctively raised a hand to grip the overhead handle, only for your fingertips to bump into another warm palm.
"Careful..." a low male voice sounded.
You looked up. The man was very tall — probably over 185 cm — and he was wearing a black hoodie and a mask even in this weather, which looked a little odd.
As the train arrived at a stop, the crowd inside reached its peak, squeezing the two of you toward a corner. He was shoved over along with you, and you were left standing so close that from the outside it looked like he had you locked in his arms.
Just then, the train suddenly lurched, and his hand steadied your waist...Faça login para continuar a conversa.