Cheng Weiwan didn't say anything as her footsteps hastened.
"You can't get a taxi here. If you trust me, get on. If you don't, then I'll get off and piggyback you back to your hotel..." As Han Zhifan said this, he drove the bike in front of her to block her way.
Cheng Weiwan turned around, but Han Zhifan reached his hand out, grabbed her wrist and pulled her over to him. He lowered his head slightly and whispered into her ear, "Or who's to say - maybe you really want me to piggyback you back home?"
"You!" Cheng Weiwan's face flushed.
Han Zhifan showed a dazzling smile. "Three, two..."
Before he said "one," Han Zhifan already started to dismount.
With Han Zhifan pestering her all night long, Cheng Weiwan knew he would do just as he said. She was a little afraid he'd really force her to be piggybacked all the way back to the hotel, so she quickly said, "Thank you."
