Sleeper berths are often dirty at night.

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Night had fallen, and the train continued its swift journey through the darkness, the passengers fast asleep.

The heavy, irritating snores that usually filled the carriage were now muffled by the train's noise.

Through the dim light streaming in through the window, one could vaguely see Feng Chengnuo still lying on his side, facing outwards. Ye Xuan, however, was facing inwards, the blanket somehow pulled away and tucked between her legs.

A dark figure opposite her quietly lifted the blanket and sat up, pausing briefly before slowly getting off the bed and crouching stealthily beside Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan's long, slender legs, in the dim light, possessed a hazy, alluring beauty. A lecherous hand stealthily reached towards that captivating area.

Perhaps a natural bodily reaction, Ye Xuan, in her sleep, seemed to feel an itch on her thigh, suddenly turning over to lie on her back, still fast asleep.

The shadowy figure was startled by Ye Xuan's sudden turn and immediately withdrew his groping hand, ceasing his actions. Only after a while, finding nothing amiss, did he relax. Ye Xuan, lying face up with her legs slightly parted and stretched out, was even more alluring, exuding an irresistible, seductive moan.

The shadowy figure again reached out and gently caressed Ye Xuan's thigh, the smooth, delicate pleasure radiating through his hand. Coupled with the highly tense and stimulating atmosphere, the shadowy figure's breathing became increasingly rapid, his movements more vigorous, his hand slowly and gently advancing towards the inner thigh.

Ye Xuan suddenly awoke from her sleep. Through the dim light, she could vaguely make out a figure crouching beside her bed, and on her inner thigh, a large, hot hand was slowly invading that sacred area.

Rapid breathing came from the shadowy figure, interspersed with groans that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Ye Xuan suddenly felt an unknown liquid spray onto her thigh. Remembering Feng Chengnuo's words before bed, she finally realized that she was being molested.

A sharp scream woke Feng Chengnuo. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the shadowy figure fleeing back to the bed in a panic. The figure then began to punch and kick the middle-aged man lying on the bed. Feng Chengnuo's furious punches and kicks were so powerful they almost made the wind howl.

The middle-aged man couldn't withstand Feng Chengnuo's relentless torment. Every place his body was struck felt like it was being run over by a car wheel, each blow followed by a sharp pain. He wanted to resist and protest, but he was powerless. He could only cover his head with his hands and curl his body up as much as possible. Even so, the excruciating pain still caused him to let out hysterical howls and screams.

The commotion woke most of the passengers in the carriage. Seeing a fight, a group of onlookers got up with great interest and gathered around to watch the spectacle. Some even turned on their phone flashlights to improve their visibility.

When a young train conductor arrived, he was completely bewildered, only seeing Feng Chengnuo brutally beating a passenger, the victim's screams chilling. The conductor hurriedly shouted "Stop!" and grabbed Feng Chengnuo's arm to stop him.

Enraged, Feng Chengnuo was no match for a mere conductor. Seeing someone trying to stop him, Feng Chengnuo roared, "Get the hell out of my way!"

With a forceful jerk, he flung the poor conductor aside. This caused considerable pain to several passengers who couldn't dodge in time; those hit felt a sharp pain in their chests.

The conductor was furious; this was their territory on the train, and they had never been treated like this before. With a shout, he charged forward again. Feng Chengnuo merely glanced at her, a fierce glint in his eyes, then kicked the train attendant back. The poor attendant, who had rushed forward quickly, was kicked back even faster.

The passengers watching behind, now more experienced, tried to dodge, but the train carriage was small, and the onlookers were all crammed together; there was no way to escape, and they once again became the attendant's shield.

The pain in his abdomen prevented the attendant from straightening up for a while, making him look like a boiled shrimp. This time, he dared not blindly rush forward and invite further suffering, enduring the pain as he pressed the intercom to call for backup.

Seeing Feng Chengnuo, in his rage, even attacking the train attendant, and the middle-aged man under his fists gradually losing his voice, blood flowing from his mouth and nose staining half his face red, Ye Xuan was horrified. She no longer cared about the beautiful train conductor, Li Ling. Although over forty, she looked like a lady in her early thirties, her clean face beneath her updo exuding an air of approachability. Her uniform accentuated her full figure, yet it didn't make her appear bulky; instead, it gave her a comfortable, dashing air.

Initially, Li Ling didn't pay much attention to the fight on the train, but when she heard that the fighters had beaten the victim unconscious right under the noses of the train staff, she was both shocked and furious. She was shocked by the perpetrators' arrogance and furious that the train staff couldn't stop them.

As Li Ling squeezed through the crowded aisle, she saw Feng Chengnuo comforting the crying Ye Xuan, while the middle-aged man lying on the opposite berth was covered in blood and unconscious. Just as she was about to question him, her gaze inadvertently fell upon the man's exposed genitals, which appeared to be stained with a milky white fluid.

Li Ling's expression froze for a moment, then softened by a surge of heat; her pretty face flushed slightly, as if a touch of rouge had been applied. She hurriedly looked away, unable to bear it any longer; her experience told her what had happened. The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat oppressive, and the carriage fell silent for a moment; the sound of falling leaves could be heard.

After a while, Li Ling's gaze, filled with curiosity and confusion, fell upon Feng Chengnuo again. His resolute face had sharply defined features, and his deep eyes held tenderness and focus, as if they could see nothing else but the girl in his arms.

Li Ling's feelings became complicated; she simply couldn't understand how such a grown man could be so ruthless. It seemed that love truly could drive people mad.

However, since the incident had already occurred, regardless of who was right or wrong, it should be resolved. Li Ling's eyes regained their clarity and competence, and she spoke with an unquestionable tone: "You two come to my office and explain what happened."

Feng Chengnuo remained expressionless, glanced at Li Ling, and replied calmly, "I'm sorry, my sister was frightened. You can talk about it here."

Before Li Ling could say anything, the train attendant who had been hit by Feng Chengnuo earlier glared at her and angrily retorted, "How dare you talk to our train conductor like that! Who do you think you are? Making our train conductor stand here and listen to your explanation?"

Li Ling ignored Xiao Li and turned her gaze back to Feng Chengnuo's face, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a smile: "Are you sure you want to tell me what happened here?"

Feng Chengnuo didn't understand for a moment. "Why not?"

Li Ling then asked Ye Xuan, who was standing beside her, with a smile, "Little sister, do you also agree to talk about it here?"

"Huh?" Ye Xuan was greatly surprised, not expecting Li Ling to suddenly ask her that.

When she looked up and saw the gentle smile on Li Ling's face, she suddenly realized that with so many people around, how could she possibly recount what had happened?

Ye Xuan gratefully forced a smile at Li Ling and said to Feng Chengnuo, "Let's go to the conductor's office."

Feng Chengnuo, seeing the slight blush that suddenly appeared on Ye Xuan's face, belatedly understood Li Ling's good intentions and nodded in agreement.

Actually, Li Ling already had a pretty good idea of what had happened; sending Feng Chengnuo and Ye Xuan to her office was just a formality. These were two college students preparing to register for university; Li Ling not only didn't make things difficult for them, but she even pleaded with the police officers who arrived to handle the matter.

The police officer expressed understanding, saying that such incidents of molesting girls were common, and those who were beaten could only suffer the consequences of their own actions. However, out of duty, he still gave Feng Chengnuo a symbolic lecture, advising him to call the police immediately if he encountered such a situation again, before carrying the unconscious middle-aged man off the train.

After all that commotion, Feng Chengnuo was far from sleepy. He looked down at Ye Xuan lying in his arms, her bright eyes now slightly closed. If this incident left a shadow in Ye Xuan's heart, he would never forgive himself.

For Feng Chengnuo, he would rather overwork himself than let his promise be in debt.

"I'm sorry, because of my carelessness, I frightened you," Feng Chengnuo murmured softly.

His voice was magnetic, filled with deep self-reproach, each word clearly reaching Ye Xuan's ears. Ye Xuan didn't respond, continuing to pretend to be asleep, but her heart was filled with a jumble of emotions, a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy feelings quietly stirring within her.

When Feng promised to do anything for her, a strange feeling stirred within her, as if an inexplicable emotion was altering her preconceived notions.

Was her feeling for him truly the affection a sister has for her brother? Perhaps she couldn't tell anymore, or perhaps she never had.

"Perhaps Heaven took pity on me, unable to bear tormenting me any longer, and bestowed you upon me to soothe my wounded heart. I will cherish this immense blessing with my life," Ye Xuan silently murmured to herself.

Yet, Ye Xuan never uttered her most sincere feelings to Feng.

[The End]

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