Shen Mochen and Xia Qingrou put on their walkie-talkies and, wearing bright headlights, headed to the garage behind the house.
"We'll take the motorbike!" Xia Qingrou said with a smile as she pushed out a motorbike and gestured for Shen Mochen to get on.
Shen Mochen hesitated for a moment but then climbed on.
"Hold on tight, okay!" Xia Qingrou revved the throttle, and the motorbike roared to life.
Shen Mochen held onto Xia Qingrou's waist as the motorbike shot off like an arrow released from its bow.
Today, when riding in Xia Qingrou's pickup truck, Shen Mochen thought she drove quite steadily. He hadn't expected her to be so wild on a motorbike; it didn't quite match her character.
Xia Qingrou fiercely twisted the throttle, racing along at breakneck speed.
The whooshing wind struck Shen Mochen's hands while he tightly embraced her waist.
"We're here." Xia Qingrou stopped at a certain place, got Shen Mochen off the bike, and took off her headlight, lightly shaking her hair.
