Zhang Xiaoshan moved quickly, and by the time Wu Yong turned his head back, his wandering hand had already been withdrawn and tucked into his trouser pocket.
"No, nothing. I just saw a snake slither through the grass and it scared the life out of me."
Shi Yue explained in a fluster.
Wu Yong thought Shi Yue's complexion seemed a bit odd, but he didn't think much of it.
"There are indeed more snakes and insects in the mountains, but don't worry, I will protect you."
"Mm."
Shi Yue nodded like a delicate little bird, speaking coquettishly to Wu Yong.
"I know you're a very brave man, I feel very safe with you."
"Heh, of course. Come on down."
Wu Yong turned back to start the motorcycle again.
Wu Yong was a definitive nonconformist. After starting the motorcycle, he revved the throttle hard, and the engine roared loudly.
Shi Yue took the opportunity to give Zhang Xiaoshan a white look, whispering.
"Are you trying to kill yourself, not afraid of being caught?"
