Jiang Xinghai was stunned by the sudden reply. He took off his eye mask and looked toward the source of the voice.
A young woman was glaring at him. She had long hair flowing over her shoulders, wore fashionable clothes, and had a pretty face, but her expression was one of anger.
"Why are you glaring at me like that? I didn't mean to offend you."
Jiang Xinghai explained calmly, "I just hoped you could turn your volume down a bit. This is a public space, after all."
The long-haired woman continued to glare at Jiang Xinghai, seemingly unsatisfied with his explanation, but she compromised and lowered her phone's volume.
Jiang Xinghai put his eye mask back on, not bothering to argue with the woman any further.
He prepared to go back to sleep.
However, that peculiar, faint fragrance still lingered in the air, making it impossible for him to fall asleep. And it was getting closer.
He could feel that the long-haired woman had switched seats and was now sitting to his right.
