Shen Xian, speeding on the highway, also noticed the vehicles following her. She cautioned Zhang Meng, who was sitting behind her, "Hold on tight!"
"Ah? Ah!"
Zhang Meng hadn't come to his senses yet when he saw Shen Xian suddenly turn the motorcycle, exiting the highway and steering into a small path beside it.
It was a footpath, less than half a meter wide, chosen only for walking by ordinary people; even those timid on bicycles dared not traverse it. Yet Shen Xian rode the motorcycle along it at a blinding speed.
Zhang Meng screamed in fright.
"Shut up!"
Shen Xian gripped the motorcycle handles tightly, her eyes intently fixed on the road ahead, while Zhang Meng's yelling buzzed annoyingly in her ears.
Zhang Meng didn't dare make another sound and could only hug Shen Xian's waist tightly, closing his eyes and shivering on the back seat. The motorcycle sped along the path, swiftly disappearing around a bend.
