Late at night, 1:30 a.m.
Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing stood next to a motorcycle.
Yamaha R1, the latest model, flashy, black, the visual experience... was exhilarating.
"Riding this?" Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows, seemingly eager to try.
"Mhm."
Ya Tianxing took out the keys.
Mo Shangjun reached up to adjust the brim of her hat, then turned to Ya Tianxing and asked, "Can I give it a try?"
"No need," Ya Tianxing rejected without hesitation, "letting a woman ride is not honorable."
Mo Shangjun spared no effort in mocking, "Boss, that's chauvinism."
Ya Tianxing turned his head to look at her, but did not say a word.
Clad in all black, a jacket paired with jeans, contouring a shapely figure, sexy and dashing.
Facing such a woman, one's guard could easily drop, and they might find themselves in a vulnerable position, at risk of being reduced to a "pretty boy."
A moment later, Ya Tianxing leisurely said, "Girl, it's the way the world works."
