Without considering the complexities of a test, learning to ride a motorcycle on a deserted road was much simpler than learning to ride a bicycle.
Having picked up persimmons, Jiutiao Meijie increased her speed to the point where her hair was blowing wildly.
It was an experience she had never had before.
At that moment, Dubian Che suddenly reached out from behind and covered her nose and mouth.
Jiutiao Meijie, confused, twisted her head trying to shake off the obstructing hand.
The next moment, Dubian Che buried his face in her back, near where her bra clasp would be, and she suddenly understood why he had done it.
The slight cool sting at the tip of her nose, once shielded by his palm, gradually subsided.
Under Dubian Che's palm, Jiutiao Meijie's lips curved into a slight smile.
The Honda Cub's speed increased further, and Dubian Che pressed even closer to her.
Once they returned home, Dubian Che continued to clean.
