Chapter 134 — Bus Wall-Slam
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"Laughing, what the hell are you laughing at? Looking for death, are you?" The young man, embarrassed by the laughter, turned and glared at the crowd on the platform, then slunk away.
On the bus, Tang Zhi ignored Wei Zhao, keeping her head down and saying nothing, and no one could tell what she was thinking. Wei Zhao stood to one side, breathing in the fresh girlish scent of her, his thoughts drifting somewhere less than proper.
He had to admit it: Tang Zhi truly stood out. Nearly one meter seventy, a bit taller than both Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, her figure all the more slender and well-proportioned, a match for Wang Xinyan whom he had met on the train. Yet her air was utterly different from Wang Xinyan's quiet gentleness. Tang Zhi carried in her a proud, unyielding spirit; but then, for a girl from a poor family, the prettier and the better her grades, the fiercer her self-respect.
From where Wei Zhao stood, following the smooth black cascade of her hair, he could just make out the pale white of her neck and, below it, a hint of more, and though he could not see the details, it was all the more tempting for it.
Tang Zhi kept her head down and said nothing, and Wei Zhao was quite content to enjoy the twofold satisfaction of sight and scent in peace.
Another stop came, and more people crowded on. The morning bus was frighteningly packed, and most passengers would only get off in the last few stops, so until then the crowd only grew.
A surge of the crowd pushed Tang Zhi and Wei Zhao closer, and all at once they were pressed together. Tang Zhi gave a little "ah," and the softness of her chest pressed directly against Wei Zhao's body.
Ambushed by this sudden assault of feminine curves, Wei Zhao felt a secret thrill, and at the same time rather despicable. It was others who had pushed Tang Zhi into him, true, but he had no intention of taking advantage of her in such circumstances; that would make him no different from the young thug from before.
Tang Zhi, unwilling to accept it, tried to shift her body away, but there were too many people on the bus; where would she find the strength to push back? And the struggle only made it worse, so that she seemed to be rubbing her chest against Wei Zhao of her own accord. The strange sensation set her face burning red in an instant.
She thought what a rotten day this was. To shake off the young man pestering her, she had circled around with him through the shantytown and ended up running late. Otherwise she always left home early, and though the bus had no seats, it was never this crowded. Today she had nearly been late for school, and on top of that had run into Wei Zhao, that great villain, of all people.
"Don't move around; I'll open up some space for you," Wei Zhao said, reaching out to take hold of Tang Zhi and ease her toward the window.
Held by Wei Zhao, Tang Zhi's delicate body gave a sudden shudder. She was about to resist, but seeing the clarity in his eyes and understanding his intent, she could not help closing her mouth... Did he really mean to help her? She could only hope so... Shielded by Wei Zhao, she reached the window, and Wei Zhao braced his hand hard against it, opening a space for her with his arm, and their bodies came apart.
Though Wei Zhao felt some reluctance, he did not much care for this manner of taking advantage. Seeing how unwilling Tang Zhi looked, he would not have felt easy in his conscience doing it.
As for Wei Zhao's conduct, the people on the bus could only glare. The bus was already packed to bursting, and here he was carving out a space to curry favor with his girlfriend; was that not a bit immoral?
Some wanted to call him out, though these were people who had boarded at this stop and had not witnessed Wei Zhao's earlier glorious deed. Just as they were about to speak, a kind soul beside them held them back: "Don't stick your neck out. There was a young man a while ago, and he flung him clean out the bus door..."