Gu Yun rode Sun Zhufeng's limited-edition motorcycle, blazing all the way back to the guesthouse with Sun Zhufeng behind him.
In truth, Gu Yun had wanted to ride a few more laps, but he wasn't familiar with the roads around Yufeng Town. He had only memorized this stretch after going back and forth on it a few times.
After parking, Sun Zhufeng immediately leaped off the bike.
He took off his helmet, glanced at Gu Yun, who was still sitting on the motorcycle with a reluctant expression, then hunched over and carefully circled the bike once.
Gu Yun looked at him in bewilderment. "What are you doing? Was I too wild? Did I ride you so hard you puked?"
Sun Zhufeng froze, straightened up, and looked at Gu Yun with an indescribable expression. "Do you know what would happen if your fans heard you say that?"
"What would happen? They'd think I'm handsome?" Gu Yun narcissistically raked a hand through his hair.
Sun Zhufeng: "...So why do your fans like you?"
"Because I'm handsome!" Gu Yun answered as though it were only natural.
Sun Zhufeng: "..."
Fortunately, their affection was only this superficial. When they found out later that Gu Yun was a narcissist and an idiot, they wouldn't be too disillusioned.
Sun Zhufeng looked at Gu Yun with a smile that wasn't a smile, then took the helmet back from his hands.
"We're here, young master. Kindly lift your precious ass."
Gu Yun froze, then instinctively reached for the helmet in Sun Zhufeng's hand. "Hey, hey! Let me play with it a little longer!"
Sun Zhufeng didn't give it to him. "Look at the time. Aren't you hungry?"
Once he said that, Gu Yun finally realized belatedly that he was hungry. He awkwardly withdrew his hand and rubbed his