On the carriage, Sarah Shen sat opposite Peter Pei, while Peter Pei leaned lazily on the cushion behind him. The space in the carriage was already small. Now Peter Pei alone takes up most of the space, and Sarah Shen can only sit on the side with hands and feet. Can’t let go.
Peter Pei half-closed his eyes, and from time to time he raised his eyelids and glanced at her with a sad expression, as if I was not convinced by my master.
The two of them sat quietly, and could vaguely hear the noise of Chu Jing selling in the streets in the evening.
The carriage was a little cramped. She kept the same posture for too long and her legs numb. Sarah Shen moved slightly, seeing Peter Pei falling asleep for fear of waking him up.
Peter Pei was a fake sleep soundly, how could Sarah Shen’s every move escape his ears.
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