The woman's black hair under the warm light gleams with a shiny lustre, her low-lying brows and eyes paint a picture of gentle tenderness. The delicate beauty of her features, wrapped in the elegance of a Jiangnan beauty, is incredibly eye-catching.
In the photo.
She has some lively expressions, adding an extra touch of soft charm to her.
Yvonne Finley paused.
Wasn't this her?
Instinctively, she looked up to find out.
Sure enough, opposite the convenience store, there was a pure black motorcycle parked up, a tall man was leaning languidly onto it, one hand gripping his helmet, the other waving at her.
Yvonne Finley was surprised.
How was he here?
Looking up, there were no cars.
She immediately started to run towards him.
"Why are you here?" She asked while glanced at his motorcycle cot. "It's not cheap, a model for rich young men, used a lot in races. Beautiful, expensive, and wild," she commented, finally facing Caleb Baker.
