Qiao Ying let her continue to sleep, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Yang PeiMin pulled her to sit down, lightly shaking her head, saying dizziness was just an excuse she made up for having a backup plan.
She handed her a steamed bun, "My mother-in-law made these, she's very skilled, want to try one? I can't finish them all anyway."
Qiao Ying didn't stand on ceremony, accepting it, "I'm actually a bit hungry, I have some canned fruit on my side, as snacks for the trip, I'll bring you some later."
"Being away from home, seeing you, a young lady on her own, wanting to take advantage of some opportunity, you have to be careful. Sometimes, when you can't resist, it's okay to suffer a little loss, but you are very capable, and you have a way with children," Qiao Ying said with admiration.
Yang PeiMin chuckled.
Thankfully, she had Qiao Ying on the train, so she wouldn't be too bored.
When women hit it off, they never run out of topics to talk about.
