Realizing something was amiss, but unwilling to let go.
Hesitant, she slightly tightened her grip.
Jiang Ruan took a deep breath, her face growing even hotter.
The roaring engine couldn't mask her wildly pounding heart, each beat like a drum pounding in her eardrums. Her breathing was too rapid, not helped by the motorcycle gear, which wasn't very breathable, originally because of the cool autumn weather, worrying about catching a chill.
But now, the heat surrounding her filled her clothes and body, unable to dissipate, enveloped inside, even making her back break into a slight sweat.
...
Qi Lie was utterly stunned watching the motorcycle roar past his car.
He had thought those two might stage a big scene then and there, considering Yan Chi's old-school nature, yet how did he end up riding off with her?
Seeing the spectacle slip from in front of him, Qi Lie couldn't quite chase after them, so he returned home in frustration.
