After handing the electric scooter key to her uncle, Wen Zhixia jogged over and sat on the rear seat of Chen Shi'an's bicycle.
With a cushion and footrests installed, the bicycle's rear seat had become much more comfortable.
Chen Shi'an took out his phone, looked up directions to the reservoir Wen Zhixia had just forwarded to him, and secured the phone in the handlebar mount.
Once Wen Zhixia was seated securely, her small hands holding his waist as before, Chen Shi'an pushed down on the pedals and set off.
He had to admit, a new bike really was a pleasure to ride.
The ergonomic saddle was very comfortable, the pedals turned without the slightest hitch, and the handlebars felt responsive yet steady in his hands.
Chen Shi'an clicked through the gears, feeling the changes in effort and speed as he rode. The precision of this purely mechanical construction gave him a taste of hardcore mechanical romance.
Wen Zhixia found it wonderfully romantic too.
Unfortunately, her idea of romance was on a different wavelength from Chen Shi'an's...
All the girl felt was that, sitting behind him on his bicycle with her arms around his waist, riding through the little county town on an autumn afternoon, the light, rhythmic sound of the tires rolling over asphalt seemed to sing along to the rhythm of the wind.
"Taoist."
"Hmm?"
"How long will it take to get there?"
"Another twenty minutes."
The phone's navigation voice announced, "Turn right at the intersection ahead."
Chen Shi'an gently squeezed the brakes, slowing down and making a smooth right turn.
In fact, he was riding quite fast now. As the bike leaned slightly into the right turn, Wen Zhixia found it so thrilling! Her small hands instinctively tightened around his waist.
The front fork had lockout suspension. On