Shi Yang's bicycle was bought by his dad and brought over by car, with a crossbar in front and a bell on the handlebars that rings with just a press.
Shi Yang first lifts Zhao Meimei onto the front beam and then straddles the seat himself.
Squished in front of Shi Yang, Zhao Meimei playfully reaches out to flick the bell.
Ring-ring-ring...
Shi Yang laughs, "Hold on tight!"
Zhao Meimei holds onto the handlebar, her body swaying forward with the bicycle, suddenly jolting back into Shi Yang's chest.
Zhao Meimei giggles, leaning against Shi Yang, looking up to observe the subtle arch of his Adam's apple as it moves. She reaches out and touches it, finding it fascinating, and touches it again.
Shi Yang quickly lowers his head and glances at her, "What are you randomly touching?"
Looking at Shi Yang's thin lips pressed into a line, Zhao Meimei says, "Brother Yangyang, you have a bump on your neck. My dad has one too, and it's bigger than yours!"
