The streets were bustling with the flow of vehicles back and forth in the busy tropolis, everyone hurriedly walking by the roadside.
Tall poplars stretched out their lush green leaves, the morning sunlight stread down through the gaps between distant high-rises, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
And there she was, with flowing long hair, soft strands, fair skin, and delicate features, but dressed in cool motorcycle gear, which added an indescribable swagger and allure.
A slender teen boy stood under the poplar tree, watching her.
"What, afraid?" she asked with a slight tilt of her head, smiling at him.
"Afraid of what?"
Darkness brewed in his brown eyes, mysterious and deep.
"You’re asking what? Afraid that your sister will kidnap and sell you," she said softly, a teasing smile at the edge of her lips.
To her surprise, Wen Yu scoffed dismissively, turning his head with a light snort.
Then, when he turned back, he glanced at his phone that had long been out of battery, didn’t say another word, and stepped off the sidewalk, walking towards the rear of her motorcycle.
Boys at this age were still growing; last winter, he was only 1.78 ters, not even reaching 1.8 ters.
But now, though still lean, he was already over 1.8 ters tall, with the tendency to grow even taller.
Ruan Yiyi curled one corner of her lips, handed him a spare helt, looked at his overly handso, clean face, and asked:
"Where are we headed?"
Wen Yu took the helt she offered, lifted his head slightly to fasten it, revealing the Adam’s apple at his throat.
It was prominently visible and moved slightly.
Ruan Yiyi, just so happened to see this scene and couldn’t help staring a few seconds longer.
When she looked up again, she found that the teen had already put on the helt and was staring at her through his goggles.
The iciness and quietness in his eyes seed to carry a hint of mockery but it disappeared in a blink, making Ruan Yiyi wonder if she had seen it wrong.
After all, this kid was just a high school student.
What did he know? Why would he look at her with that kind of gaze?
Wen Yu shifted his gaze, simply stated, "To ** University, east gate."
Ruan Yiyi nodded slightly, "Sit tight, we’ll be there in twenty minutes."
The young lad stretched his long legs.
Got on the bike.
The motorcycle sank a bit at the back. Ruan Yiyi grunted, unable to resist turning her head to look; this kid, seemingly thin, was actually quite heavy.
"Wrap your arms around my waist."
She sat on the motorcycle, clad in a tight outfit that perfectly outlined her figure.
Although tall and lean, with slender arms and narrow shoulder blades, her figure looked fragile, her waist just a handful, and as for how soft...
Wen Yu stared at her slim waist, fell silent for a mont, then coldly said,
"Hold you? No need, n and won should not touch."
He posed as though he were spotlessly pure and flawless.
At his words, Ruan Yiyi almost cursed out loud, "You’re lecturing about n and won not touching, you little brat?"
She felt it was almost ridiculous but finally, amusedly said, "Suit yourself."
The next second, she pulled down the visor on her helt, started the motorcycle, and the bike suddenly shot forward.
"Bang...!"
Oh, it was the sound of bodies colliding.
Because of the montum, Wen Yu still crashed into her back, solidly, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Yes, it was pretty soft.
[Ninth Brother: If I slack off more, just kill , three more posts today! Six plus tomorrow and the day after!]
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