Beep beep!
The equipment shook with a click, the starting bell rang, and the spaceship quickly left the ground, spinning and rising rapidly.
The biting wind and refreshing breeze hitting the face felt exhilarating.
The spaceship flew in circles, sometimes high, sometimes low. Zhao Meimei tightly held onto the handle in front of her, Shi Yang grasped her hand, pulling her whole body into his embrace. As the spaceship dived forward, the two were pressed forward simultaneously, Shi Yang's legs clamped around Zhao Meimei, unintentionally rubbing against Zhao Meimei's rear twice.
Zhao Meimei turned her head to speak, her lips brushing Shi Yang's face, "Bro! What are you doing!"
Shi Yang quickly gave her a kiss, "I didn't do it on purpose."
Shi Yang's voice was lazy, with a low raspy tone, breathing heavily and warmly behind Zhao Meimei's ear.
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