Passing through the shimmering Longquan Lake Wetland.
The winding mountain road of West Mountain Forest Park was just ahead.
Tang Song glanced at Yao Lingling's small 125 scooter, patted the back seat of his motorcycle, and smiled, "Your bike might struggle to climb up; do you want me to take you to the viewing platform?"
"Sure! Thank you, Senior!" Yao Lingling cheered, locked her bike, and walked over with her backpack.
She grabbed Tang Song's shoulder, stepped onto the footrest, and with a nimble move, swung onto the back seat, hugging him from behind.
"I'm ready, Senior. Let's go, GOGOGO!"
Tang Song nodded, started smoothly, and twisted the throttle.
Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the ninja400 drove onto the mountain road.
The fresh scent of pine needles seeped through the cracks of the helmet, along with the scent of Tang Song.
She could faintly feel the contours of his tightly toned abs against her waist.
