Ryan said thoughtfully, "It’s true that grandparents are close, but you can’t live in such a miserable state."
Yasmin was touched but shook her head softly, "I... I can’t keep spending your money."
"Hey, taking care of you is my responsibility. It’s only natural!"
Ryan laughed lewdly, and when he saw no one was around, he patted her butt and said, "Just take good care of ..."
The two of them walked toward her dormitory in silent agreent. Evening study was almost over.
As they walked, Ryan’s phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number: "Hello, who is this?"
After a mont of silence, a clear and pleasant female voice ca from the other end: "Junior Ryan, this is Abigail."
"Senior Abigail, what’s up?"
Ryan thought of that stunning beauty, who was almost as tall as him and whose legs seed longer than his lifespan.
"During the day, your girlfriend was here, so it wasn’t convenient to discuss so things. Do you have ti now?"
"Sothing inconvenient?
Ti-wise, you just finished evening study, right? I happen to be free too."
Ryan thought about it and agreed.
"Then I’ll co find you!"
After hanging up, Ryan said reluctantly, "Sweetheart, I have sothing else to do. I probably won’t be able to stay with you tonight."
"Alright, but make sure to rest early. You know, it hasn’t been long since you recovered from your illness!"
Yasmin nodded obediently and added, "I’ll go with you for a checkup in the next couple of days."
As one of the school’s top beauties, Abigail was an absolute celebrity. It could even be said that everyone knew her na.
She was a bold figure, openly discussing her lesbian relationships with a carefree personality.
With her strikingly beautiful face and a supermodel-level figure, eting such a beauty would make most people too intimidated to approach her.
Wherever she went, she beca the center of attention, and at this mont, Abigail was drawing everyone’s eyes.
In an era where most people rode bike, she had beco a high earner through advertisents, comrcial photo shoots, car modeling, and other side gigs.
The roar of a motorcycle echoed through the night as Abigail, dressed in a sexy leather jacket and pants, pulled up on her Yamaha and stopped in front of Ryan at high speed.
With her hair flowing in the wind, Abigail’s face looked even more striking and beautiful under the moonlight. She exuded a charm that made it clear she was top-tier.
"Brother, get on!"
Abigail ignored the stares from others and smiled warmly at Ryan.
"Or, let drive it!"
Ryan couldn’t help but suggest. After all, every man is drawn to this kind of sports bike.
"Sure!"
Abigail hesitated for a mont but agreed, breaking her personal rule of never letting anyone else ride her beloved motorcycle.
Abigail wasn’t the type of attention-seeking influencer. She genuinely loved this sports bike, her first, and it was undeniably cool in front of a crowd.
Ryan took the helt, put it on, and revved the throttle. The violent roar of the engine was a romance no man could resist.
Abigail sat behind him openly, wrapping her arms around his waist, which caught Ryan off guard for a mont.
Her full breasts, warm with her body heat, pressed against his back through the thin fabric. He could feel their softness and firm elasticity.
No bra...
That was Ryan’s imdiate thought. While it was tempting to take advantage, he was confused, considering her sexual orientation. It couldn’t be a deliberate seduction, could it?
Abigail’s voice trembled slightly: "I don’t want to fall to my death. Let’s drive... to Zhongshan Road."
"Alright!"
Ryan snapped out of his thoughts, too lazy to question further, and decided to just enjoy the mont.
Shifting gears, engaging the clutch, and hitting the throttle, Ryan embraced the thrill of the ride. The bike roared down the road to Zhongshan Road, where Abigail pointed to a used car dealership, and they stopped.
"Beauty, you’re really selling it?"
The dealership owner, who knew her well, said regretfully, "This bike looks so good when you ride it."
"I’ve seen too many brainless influencers. They’re all just gimmicks. None of them can maintain a bike as well as you or clean it as ticulously."
"Honestly, even among n, there aren’t many who can match your care. It’s a sha to sell a bike you love so much."
Abigail was reluctant but said, "I have no choice. Money’s tight lately... I’ll take your final offer."
"I can only give you 6,000. These bikes are hard to sell these days."
"Fine. Here are the docunts. Just transfer the money..."
She handed over the helt and walked out of the store, her mood somber and distracted. She glanced back at her beloved bike with a heavy heart.
"Senior, are you really that short on money?"
Ryan couldn’t help but ask.
Abigail lowered her head, smiling bitterly. "Not only did I sell the bike, I even went to the sales office, planning to sell myself. Right now, I’m willing to do anything to raise the money."
Ryan was surprised. "Selling yourself? I don’t think so."
Abigail looked at him with a mix of resentnt and amusent. "Junior, it’s not good to play dumb. Soone as rich as you must know the unspoken rules."
"If you’re selling a mansion like that, who’s going to buy it if you don’t... you know, sleep with the clients?"
Ryan chuckled awkwardly. "I’ve never tried that before, so I don’t think that way. By the way, why did you call out tonight?"
Abigail glanced around and led him into a small bar. Ryan followed, stepping into a cozy, romantic atmosphere.
The bar wasn’t blasting deafening DJ music but instead played a smooth, relaxing saxophone tune.
"Abigail’s here!"
The owner, seemingly very familiar with her, greeted her casually.
Abigail nodded expressionlessly, then walked behind the bar with practiced ease, tying on an apron and starting to mix drinks.
"Are you still working here part-ti?"
Ryan sat down and asked curiously.
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