Zhou Xiumei felt her cheeks getting hotter and hotter.
The unique masculine scent of Fang Cheng penetrated her nostrils, leaving her in a daze.
With the rise and fall of the waves, her tense body gradually softened, completely relying on the tall back in front of her.
Apart from the low hum of the motor, only the roar of the sea breeze passed by her ears and the thumping sound of her heartbeat remained.
Meanwhile, on the shore, Lin Chuqiao was under the sunshade, holding a bottle of sunscreen spray.
Her gaze was fixed on the blue and white motorcycle gradually fading into the distance.
Seeing Zhou Xiumei leaning close against Fang Cheng's back, arms wrapped lovingly around his waist, she bit her silver teeth in secret frustration.
A sour feeling bubbled up in her heart, her face full of remorse.
Just now, she had acted foolishly again; she should have known better than to show off her driving skills, like drifting on curves.
