An Ning, waiting by the roadside, kept her eyes fixed on An Guoming.
Following an oxcart, another passerby overtook An Guoming on his bicycle yet again.
An Guoming, who was over six feet tall, had two long legs that seemed to be brand new; one wanted to pedal forward while the other insisted on going backward.
The bicycle wobbled from side to side. He tapped his left foot on the ground, lifted it, then immediately tapped his right foot down and lifted it again.
Repeating this process, the bicycle crept toward An Ning at an agonizingly slow speed.
"Hop on, little sis. I'll give you a ride."
'Hop on?'
An Ning didn't move. She didn't dare.
'I still have my seed mission. I can't die young.'
Seeing An Ning wasn't moving, An Guoming said, "Don't be scared. I'll wait for you to get settled before I start pedaling."
"I'm scared *because* you're the one riding."
An Ning's blunt words made An Guoming's head ache. "Well, what do we do then? Should I go back and get Eldest Brother?"
