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Chapter 62 - Chapter62. Running Away from Home?

Ellie held the box in her arms, not knowing how far she had walked, when she stopped.

A little child sat on a swing, his short legs swinging back and forth. Behind him was a very gentle-looking woman, pushing him on the swing.

After playing for a while, she reached out her hand to the child: "Baby, it's getting late, it's time to go home."

Ellie watched the two hold hands and prepare to go home, and she was a little lost in thought.

"Little sister, go home early, otherwise mom will worry," the woman suddenly said to Ellie.

Ellie snapped back to reality and replied, "Thank you, I'll go back in a bit."

"Say bye to sister."

The adorable little child stretched out his chubby hand and waved to Ellie.

Ellie also waved to him and whispered, "Bye-bye."

The big and small left hand in hand.

Ellie, holding the jar, sat on the swing, swaying it now and then.

The evening wind carried a slight chill, and she was only wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt. Ellie rubbed her arms.

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William was tapping on his Happy Elimination game when he suddenly received a message. He thought it was Daniel and was about to swipe it away, but he saw the note and clicked in.

[Little Ungrateful]: You said last time you would take me for a motorcycle ride next time, does that still count?

[William]: Now?

[William]: Are you still outside?

William glanced at the time; it was already past nine in the evening.

How could Little Prude not be home so late?

Seeing Ellie send back a "Hmm," he replied with a message.

[William]: Send me your location.

Looking at the location Ellie sent, William typed "Wait for me."

He got out of bed, casually grabbed a coat, picked up the helmet and keys from the table, and was ready to leave.

Coco stretched out her paw and tugged at William's pant leg.

William looked down at her and said, "What? You want to go too? I don't have hands to hold you."

Coco tugged at his pant leg again and meowed a few times.

In the end, William put on a backpack and stuffed her into it.

The teenager, wearing a helmet, his clothes billowing in the wind.

Unrestrained and dazzling.

The teenager, with his long limbs, rode the motorcycle in a very unrestrained manner, hard to take one's eyes off.

Coco poked her head out of the bag. William was driving too fast, and she was blown by the wind, her fur flying all over the place, unable to open her eyes.

She was about to retract her head, but it was too big to get back in.

So, she endured the wind for twenty minutes.

William stopped the motorcycle, stepped off with his long legs, removed his helmet, and pulled Coco out of the bag, rubbing her messy fur.

He saw Ellie sitting on the swing.

Small and seemingly a bit lonely.

He walked up to Ellie and said, "Why aren't you home so late? Running away from home, little prude?"

Ellie heard the familiar voice, looked up at him, and said, "It can be considered running away."

William was taken aback.

He had been joking.

He didn't expect that this good student would actually run away from home.

Without asking why, he looked at Ellie's thin coat, took off his own and handed it to her, saying, "I've worn it. It's cold on the bike. If you don't mind, put it on."

Ellie looked at his short sleeves and said, "Aren't you cold in short sleeves?"

"I'm not afraid of the cold. I'm in good health."

William took the box from her hand, watching her obediently put on the coat. A coat that fit William just right looked too big on her, like a dress. William couldn't help but chuckle.

Ellie glanced at him, somewhat puzzled.

Coco struggled in William's arms, wanting to go to Ellie.

William looked down at her and said, "Well, the fish I fed you today was in vain, ungrateful." He then said to Ellie, "Do you want to hold it? It's not light."

"Hold it." Ellie took the cat from his arms.

The kitten was soft and well-behaved in Ellie's arms, nuzzling her palm with its head.

William lowered his head to speak with Ellie: "Let's go for a ride."

Ellie, holding the cat, followed him.

William looked at his helmet and said, "I still only have one helmet, you wear it."

As he spoke, he lowered his head to put the helmet on Ellie, his long fingers deftly fastening the strap, his expression serious.

"Got it on."

Ellie responded, "Okay."

"Get on the bike."

Ellie straddled the motorcycle and grabbed the back of his shirt.

William looked back at the cat in her arms and said, "Give it to me, I'll put it in the bag."

Coco was reluctantly taken by William, who hung her on the handlebars, saying, "What a flirt, can't move when seeing people."

William also put the small iron jar she brought into the bag.

Ellie asked, "Is it okay for her to be like this?"

William said, "It's fine, just hang it there. Hold on, I'm starting."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a pair of soft arms around his waist, which was quite distracting.

Ellie said, "I've got a good grip."

William rode very fast.

Ellie's heart was pounding from the speed.

The scenery on both sides of the road flashed by.

In this tense and thrilling speed, Ellie's mood suddenly became much more cheerful.

William parked the motorcycle next to a bridge, took off Ellie's helmet, and said, "Do you feel happier?"

Ellie looked at him blankly, then nodded seriously and smiled at him.

Her smile curved her apricot eyes like the new moon.

She looked really well-behaved when she smiled.

This was William's first impression.

William took out a bag of candy from the bag and said, "You said sugar can make you happy. Have some candy."

Ellie took the candy from him, her apricot eyes curving again as she opened the bag and offered a piece to William, saying, "Have one too."

William took the candy from her, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

The two stood by the bridge, enjoying the breeze for a while. Ellie asked, "Are you really not cold?"

William glanced at her and said, "No, I'm not cold." He looked at Ellie for a while and asked, "Is it because of your grandmother?"

Ellie nodded and said, "She didn't like me when I was a child. When my mom said I had good grades, she said what's the use of a girl studying well, don't we still have to study and get married?"

William said, "Everyone has their own aspirations. Being able to study well is also a skill. People don't live just to get married and have children. There are many things one can do in a lifetime. Do what you like and what is meaningful."

After speaking, he asked again, "What did she say to you this time?"