Falling from the Sky
With her nose and mouth smothered by Flamme's ample bosom, Frieren felt warm at first. Soon, though, she could barely breathe and struggled free of Flamme's embrace.
"Cough, cough, cough! Master, are you trying to murder me?"
Frieren gulped down fresh air and puffed out her cheeks as she began scolding Flamme in return. Flamme took no offense at the scolding and even reached out to pinch Frieren's cheek.
"Even A Yan isn't as troublesome as you."
Flamme gave Frieren a contemptuous look, then turned and pulled Li Yan into her arms. Caught by the sudden attack, Li Yan was forced into the abyss, where a pleasant fragrance greeted him. He wanted to break free, but he was too embarrassed to breathe the air within the abyss, so he could only silently endure the damage it inflicted.
"Hmph, that's because senior brother can hold his breath better than I can."
Frieren spoke dismissively, glancing down at her own flat little stomach before unconsciously turning her gaze to the sky. The sky was blue, and the clouds were white.
After breaking free of Flamme's abyss, Li Yan closed his eyes and rested. Today's test of the Black Lightning Motorcycle had been a great success, and its speed had reached a very respectable level. He had also accumulated quite a bit of mana lately, so he could put the Black Lightning Motorcycle into the alternate space of his storage magic.
"Godmother, do you want to try it? The Black Lightning Motorcycle's speed is different from the bicycle's. The bicycle needs physical effort as well as mana to power it, but the motorcycle only needs mana."
Li Yan patted the body of the Black Lightning Motorcycle with a smile. After that wash with facial cleanser, his soul had been scrubbed squeaky clean.
"Let me watch a little longer. You try it first."
Flamme looked curiously at the Black Lightning Motorcycle. Its body seemed clad in heavy black armor, and its lightning emblem shone with the aura of mana. At the front, which resembled a demon wolf, were two mirrors that looked like ears. She had no idea what they were for.
"All right, then. Godmother, hop on. I'll take you for a ride, and you'll know how to drive it."
Li Yan swung a leg over the Black Lightning Motorcycle. His mana surged, and the already dazzling motorcycle burst into black and purple light.
For some reason, astride the Black Lightning Motorcycle, Li Yan seemed to have an air of mysterious, effortless grace. Though he was still a teenager, he possessed a maturity and composure beyond his years. With his upright figure and handsome, delicate features, he was already the prince of countless young women's dreams.
Time flowed like water. For the first time, Flamme felt that she was no longer her younger self. Watching her godson in the prime of his youth reach out a hand to her, she felt for the first time that he had grown up. He was no longer the adorable little shota who used to act spoiled.
Facing the wind, Flamme gently took Li Yan's hand and sat behind him. As the Black Lightning Motorcycle started up, the refreshingly cool breeze instantly became a gale in an intensified form.
It was not a change in the weather, but the effect of their speed. Watching the woods rush past, Flamme felt for the first time as though her burdens had been flung away, as if she were running freely into the wind.
"Godmother, hold tight to my waist. There's a steep slope ahead."
The corners of Li Yan's lips lifted slightly as Black Lightning went faster and faster. Flamme clearly understood what he meant. She pressed herself against Li Yan, her body bearing down on his back.
As their speed rose, the scenery vanished in the blink of an eye. Black Lightning charged straight up the mountain behind them and rode through the sea of flowers without a care. They sped along amid the scent of flowers, their hair lifting in the wind as it swept over every part of their bodies. With every breath, the fresh floral fragrance filled their noses and mouths.
"A Yan, I feel so happy."
"Godmother, there's something even more fun coming!"
"Is that so? Then let's have it."
Black Lightning raced back and forth through the sea of flowers, moving as though following a pattern. After drifting and using Spatial Movement, Black Lightning erupted with powerful mana the next second, and the motorcycle shot straight into the sky. With Spatial Movement, it rose ten meters, a hundred meters, five hundred meters.
Li Yan steered the Black Lightning Motorcycle straight down. In midair, Flamme spread her arms. It was the first time she had experienced such happiness.
"Godmother, look down!"
A faint smile curved Li Yan's lips. Clearly, his masterpiece was complete.
Flamme looked down curiously. In the sea of flowers, the Black Lightning Motorcycle had carved out Cupid's arrow of love: two hearts pierced through by Cupid's arrow, forever inseparable.
"Hmm, A Yan, where did you learn how to charm girls like this?"
Flamme gently tugged Li Yan's ear, a happy smile on her face and a teasing note in her voice.
"No, Godmother, nobody taught me how to charm girls. I'm genuinely good to you."
Feeling the gentle tug at his ear, Li Yan swallowed. For this deadly question that girls were bound to ask, the key was never who had taught him, but to change the subject and make the girl herself the focus of his answer.
Seeing Li Yan's sincere answer, Flamme gave a soft huff and gently let go of his ear. Watching Black Lightning plunge downward at tremendous speed, she held Li Yan tightly around the waist and enjoyed the fierce wind of the fall. The deep-seated fear of heights in her heart gradually subsided as she pressed close to him.