Shen Yi sat firmly on the motorbike, both hands gripping the handlebars as he kept his eyes on the path. The cool wind brushed his cheeks and fluttered strands of his hair across his forehead, but what was more distracting wasn't the road or the breeze, it was the man behind him.
Jiang Qi, as usual, had forgotten what it meant to sit still. His arms were wrapped snugly around Shen Yi's waist, and his chin rested comfortably on Shen Yi's shoulder. Every now and then, he would shift slightly, his breath brushing against Shen Yi's ear, and if that wasn't enough, his hands had begun to misbehave. First, they slid over Shen Yi's stomach lightly, feeling the firm muscles underneath, then he started tracing small shapes on his abs with his fingers as if he was trying to memorize them.
"Your hands," Shen Yi muttered, glancing sideways, but kept his focus ahead.
"What about them?" Jiang Qi asked innocently, but his fingers didn't stop teasing.
