Zhou Chenglei could not help lowering his head for a glance at the snow-white, slender arms wrapped around his waist—they were even whiter than his white shirt.
The bicycle suddenly began to wobble, and the arms around his waist tightened as well.
Frightened, Jiang Xia instinctively hugged his powerful waist tightly. "Watch the road!"
Zhou Chenglei hurriedly looked away and steadied the bicycle. He did not dare look around again, but the corners of his mouth kept lifting into a foolish grin as his legs pedaled furiously.
The dirt road was full of bumps and hollows, and the bicycle swayed left and right, so Jiang Xia held him tightly.
When they reached town and got onto the road leading to the city, the bicycle became much steadier. No longer jolted around, Jiang Xia sat much more comfortably. Just as she was about to let go, a warm, broad palm suddenly clasped her arm.
Zhou Chenglei glanced ahead. There were no vehicles or other people anywhere along the road.
He slowed down, riding with one hand while tightly holding the hand around his waist with the other. He called softly, "Jiang Xia."
Jiang Xia's heart trembled faintly, but she forcibly composed herself and answered softly, "Mm?"
Her voice was too quiet. Zhou Chenglei seemed to have heard her response, yet also seemed not to have. But she had not pulled her hand away, which gave him a little peace of mind. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the handlebars. "We're not getting divorced anymore."
Jiang Xia's hand hurt from his grip.
She instinctively tried to pull it away. "It hurts!"
"Sorry." Zhou Chenglei hurriedly loosened his grip. Just as Jiang Xia was about to withdraw her hand, he quickly held on again. "All right?"
Jiang Xia asked, "Why?"
Then she heard