yu tingchuan chuckled. " if you're happy, you'll like all of them. if you're not, you'll think that there's a generation gap due to the age gap. "
"i like it when you're older." song qincheng's heart was filled with sweetness. under the helmet, the curve of her lips could be seen clearly."it doesn't matter if there's a generation gap. i'll work hard to cross it."
"how do you plan on crossing?" the man's deep voice sounded a little frivolous.
song qincheng smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist."... i'm not telling you."
as soon as he finished speaking, the black motorcycle picked up speed again.
it was almost eleven o 'clock at night when they returned to garden no. 8 yunxi road.
the motorcycle stopped beside the fence.
song qincheng got out of the car first and took off her helmet. it was a cold night, and she exhaled a white mist. her hands were numb from the cold, and her senses were slow."is it okay to park the car outside?"
