She Held Onto His Lean Waist

The seat on his bike was not like that on the usual motorcycles. There was not much space so their bodies were sticking really close together.

It was the first time that Wen Ruan was in such close proximity with a guy.

With every breath she took, she could smell the faint scent of mint on his body.

He threw a black helmet at her.

"Wear it. Don't come too close to me." He said coldly.

Wen Ruan let out a soft 'oh' and put the helmet on. She grabbed the bike from the back.

The helmet smelled of him. It was a clean fragrance with a hint of cigarette but was not unpleasant. It was a smell that only he had.

Wen Ruan blushed subconsciously.

The engine started with a roar and the bike drove out of that long alley.