"Roar—Roar—"
The engine roared sonorously, swirling around her ears, reverberating without pause, as if it was the only sound left in her world.
Lin Xingjie pressed her face against her boyfriend's back, her arms forcefully encircling him and hugging his waist. This way, her palms naturally rested on his stomach. She smelled the fragrance of laundry detergent on his white shirt, and her cheeks felt an unending warmth.
Just like the sunshine.
The real sunshine fell from above, heating the girl's body slightly, but it still couldn't compare to the warmth of hugging him.
Her jet-black, beautiful long hair was partially confined by the helmet, with the rest splaying out, wildly dancing in the wind.
Occasionally, she would lift her head to gaze at Xu Xiangyang's back as he concentrated on riding the motorcycle.
