"Brother Yin, can I take a ride on your motorcycle?"
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"I've never ridden on a motorcycle before! I just read a poem that said if you sit on a motorcycle and feel the wind blowing straight at you, you can smell the wild scent of youth."
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Xia Qinghe admired Yin Wengke's motorcycle while chatting with a natural, cheerful grin, but Yin Wengke could not respond to a single word. It was as if he had been struck by an acute case of indecision; his face flushed red, and he did not know what to do.
Li Ye found it amusing.
No wonder this girl had kept asking whether Li Juan "had any feelings" for Yin Wengke. If Li Juan had no feelings for him, then Xia Qinghe would have them.
But no matter how interested Xia Qinghe was, Yin Wengke timidly refused. In the end, he simply forced out, "M-my skills aren't good. I don't carry passengers."
Vroom~
Yin Wengke got on, started the engine, and drove off into the distance in a flustered retreat. Yet judging from how smoothly he shifted gears and accelerated, he did not look like someone with poor skills at all.
"How stingy~"
Xia Qinghe lightly spat, then turned and smiled at Li Ye. "Brother Li, can we ride in your car, then?"
"Sure, of course. Everyone, get in!"
Li Ye generously invited Xia Qinghe and Chen Kangjian in, but just as Xia Qinghe was about to sit in the back, Li Juan stopped her.
"Qinghe, sit in the front!"
"Okay, okay. I usually like sitting in front most when I ride in a car. It feels like I'm driving it myself."
Xia Qinghe was quite talkative. Once she got in, she chattered away, "That motorcycle Yin Wengke rode earlier was a Lighthouse