Nan Qing looked up at the sky; the sun was blinding, and she failed to roll her eyes as intended. A surge of anger rose within her, and she pinched Wang Yixuan's back hard.
Caught off guard, Wang Yixuan winced in pain. His body swayed, and the motorcycle almost flipped. Fortunately, he quickly regained control, preventing them from being thrown off.
Wang Yixuan couldn't help but bellow, "Nan Qing, have you lost your mind? Do you have a death wish? If you want to die, go do it on your own, but don't drag me into it."
Nan Qing was scared too, realizing that if they had crashed at such high speed, it's likely both of their legs would have been crushed by the bike!
But Wang Yixuan's words made her feel wronged. If it were up to her old temper, she would have immediately asked Wang Yixuan to stop the bike, and she would have walked away without delay.
