But when he saw Ding Yixin lightly touch the corner of his mouth with his tongue, almost like he was savoring the kiss, Rong Xingyu’s face slowly turned red too.
He lowered his head and obediently fastened his seat belt again.
There was no special aning behind that kiss.
Rong Xingyu had only wanted to give Ding Yixin a bit of his good luck.
But why did Dr. Ding’s expression look... kind of suggestive?!
Rong Xingyu: Help... stop thinking weird things!
Once everything was ready, the atmosphere among the watching crowd seed to reach its peak.
A beautiful woman in a very sexy outfit stood between the two cars, holding a flag high in the air.
Rong Zishan was extrely popular here.
The entire audience was shouting his na together.
He rested one hand on the steering wheel and waved confidently to the cheering crowd with the other.
The crowd got even louder.
Rong Zishan whistled and glanced proudly in Ding Yixin’s direction.
But when his eyes landed on the other car, the figure sitting in the passenger seat made the smile on his face freeze instantly.
"What the—!!!"
Rong Zishan couldn’t help shouting.
Why was Rong Xingyu sitting in the passenger seat too?!
Rong Zishan leaned out of his car door, if it weren’t for the seat belt, half his body would have been hanging outside.
"Xiaoyu! What are you doing joining the excitent?!" Rong Zishan said with a headache.
He didn’t even know how good Ding Yixin’s driving skills were.
What if he wasn’t good enough?
But Rong Xingyu sat in the seat as if glued there by the seat belt, completely refusing to get out.
Rong Zishan: "..."
So should he go easy on them later? Or not?
Rong Zishan’s struggle was sothing Rong Xingyu had no idea about.
But obedient little Rong Xingyu had never joined anything so thrilling before and sitting in the car now, he couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.
His palms were getting slightly damp.
But when he looked at Ding Yixin’s profile, his heart suddenly cald down.
He lifted his hand and grabbed the handle above the window.
He leaned back into the seat and slowly exhaled.
He looked at the flag in the woman’s hand not far away and a little excitent rose inside him for the upcoming "battle."
He couldn’t help licking his lips.
When the woman swung the flag down, both sports cars shot out almost at the sa ti.
Even in a real professional race, when the race begins, the cars must first run a warm-up lap.
This keeps the engines active and prevents the cars from stalling, making sure the drivers are safe.
After the warm-up, the cars return to the starting line.
Tonight, there were only two sports cars at the starting point, but the atmosphere was already explosive.
People who arrived a bit late looked around in confusion and asked the excited person next to them, "Why is it so lively tonight? Aren’t there just two cars?"
The person being asked didn’t get annoyed.
He moved closer and raised his voice so he wouldn’t be drowned out by the screams.
"See that red car? That’s The King!"
"No way! The King is here tonight?!"
The man’s face instantly turned red, his expression full of excitent.
There was no need for further explanation.
Just hearing the na "The King" was enough to make anyone’s blood boil!
In the racing world, whether dostic or overseas, who didn’t know the na of The King? And how many people idolized him?
Any race involving The King had tickets that were, without exaggeration, "impossible to get."
Of course, it was also possible that the reason was simple.
The King had a terrifyingly large number of female fans and as a grown man he really had no chance of grabbing tickets from them!
He never expected he would have a chance to watch The King operate live for free tonight.
It really felt like he ca at the perfect ti.
Wait, hold on.
"Who is The King going up against later?" soone asked.
The other man scratched his head. "I don’t know. I haven’t seen him before, but that guy is pretty handso too."
A girl nearby heard their whole conversation without aning to.
She couldn’t stop herself from coughing lightly, her face showing a aningful expression.
"You straight guys really don’t get it," the girl leaned in and explained knowingly. "That handso stranger ca here holding hands with a super cute little guy. When our The King saw them, his face went completely green! Tsk, tsk, tsk... I’m telling you, the relationship between those three is definitely not simple!"
In fact, she wanted to say, those three looked like they had sexual tension!
"Sigh, as the old saying goes, heroes always lose when beauty is involved. Maybe whoever wins tonight gets to take the little cutie ho~"
She sighed dramatically at the end, but her expression showed she was absolutely enjoying the drama.
If anyone could hear her real thoughts, they would definitely be: Fight! Fight! Fight!!!
The two straight n she had just insulted: "..."
So that’s what was going on?
But...
The little guy seed to have arrived in that handso stranger’s car.
Didn’t that an their The King already lost at the starting line?
"Yuyu, hold tight," Ding Yixin said in a low voice.
Hearing that, Rong Xingyu tightened his grip again.
He subconsciously licked his lips.
He didn’t know whether he was more nervous or more excited.
When the car returned to the starting line, the signal lights would turn on one by one.
When the two lights lit up, it ant Rong Zishan and Ding Yixin were both ready.
At that mont, the lights suddenly went out and the sexy race girl swung her flag downward.
Ding Yixin stepped on the gas and both race cars shot forward almost at the exact sa mont.
They raced side by side on the track, their bodies moving so fast they looked like two bolts of lightning in different colors.
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