Han Xue hesitated for a moment, then shyly smiled, saying, "Let's go to my place!"
"Alright, come up."
Li Zhongnan gave her a faint smile, his heart filled with joy. It was rare to see this beautiful married woman acting childish.
Han Xue swung her legs over, placing her hands around his shoulders.
Along both sides of the road, rows of streetlights illuminated the darkness, the sky less black; cars zoomed through the center of the road, making the summer night a little less lonely; decorative lights strung along the skyscrapers added charm to this seaside city, making it less ugly.
The motorcycle raced on, weaving through traffic.
At the intersection, a symphony played – the honking from waiting cars, the ringing of bells from bikes crossing the road, the chatter of pedestrians – a noisy, yet chaotic, melody brought the entire street to life.
At this moment, Han Xue felt strangely calm.
