Hearing Tang Song's compliment, Cheng Qiuyu's heart skipped a beat, and a blush rose on her face again.
She bit her lip, quickly put on her helmet, and nimbly swung her leg over the bike.
She said in a low voice, "It's good now, get on."
"Okay." Tang Song nodded gently, unable to stop himself from looking at Qiuqiu on the motorbike.
Wearing dark jeans, a black base layer, a black helmet, black shoes, and a black backpack, she created a striking contrast with the icy white motorbike beneath her.
Under the lights, her slightly leaning forward posture highlighted her excellent waist-to-hip ratio.
Admittedly, Qiuqiu on the motorbike looked really cool.
Tang Song swung his leg over and directly sat on the back seat of the motorbike, leaning forward with his hands wrapped around Qiuqiu's waist, resting on the gas tank cap.
Sitting in front of him, Cheng Qiuyu slightly shuddered and instinctively moved her body forward a bit.
"Hold on tight."
The engine let out a low rumble.
