Ji Chuan started pedaling forcefully, and the wheels began to spin rapidly.
As the sun set in the west, a gentle evening breeze blew, and Yan Huan rarely felt a sense of tranquility and joy.
Her small legs dangled, gently swaying with the rotation of the wheels, and she began to hum a little tune.
Suddenly, Ji Chuan braked urgently.
Yan Huan's body lurched forward, and she, startled, quickly reached out to hold Ji Chuan's waist, "What happened? Is there something up ahead?"
"It's nothing." Ji Chuan lifted the corners of his mouth, "I just wanted to test if the brakes are working well?"
"Oh!" Yan Huan sat upright and gently retracted her hands.
"You can keep holding me. Just in case I brake suddenly again!" Ji Chuan's voice couldn't hide his amused tone.
After realizing, Yan Huan couldn't help but laugh too: "Ji Chuan, are you childish or what?"
"Not too bad." Ji Chuan chuckled lightly.
