An Li was taken onto the track in a blur.
Fan Yue indeed wasn't driving fast, but An Li was scared her heart almost leaped out.
As the motorcycle accelerated, An Li's body instinctively leaned backward.
The next second, An Li subconsciously wrapped her arms around Fan Yue's waist, so frightened she only dared to rest her head against his back.
Even Fan Yue felt An Li's tension, and consequently lowered the speed.
After a lap, An Li's soul seemed almost out of her body.
Getting off the motorcycle, her legs were wobbly.
Fan Yue took off his helmet, looked at her cheerfully, and asked, "How was it? Exciting?"
An Li nodded; it was her first time experiencing such extreme speed and thrill.
For some reason, after the fear, she felt unprecedentedly relaxed.
It was as if the weights pressing on her heart had all vanished in that moment, allowing her to temporarily forget her troubles.
