Chapter 12 Bite Marks

Liang Zhouyue ate her snacks with such delicate sounds, like a tiny mole, sitting there very seriously.

Jiang Li was lying on the bed, discussing his schedule with Chen Dan. He didn't plan to go down to watch the race anymore, just wanted to rest a bit before taking Liang Zhouyue back to school.

Chen Dan only responded with a sarcastic comment, criticizing him for abandoning his friends for a girl, since it was Jiang Li who originally suggested going to the racetrack.

Jiang Li completely disregarded Chen Dan's affected mood; he was used to Mr. Chen's self-pitying antics.

Across from him, Liang Zhouyue finished a bag of plum snacks and drank some water, easing the discomfort in her stomach. She had a small appetite and even when eating snacks, she didn't eat much. She threw her trash in the bin and started repacking the remaining snacks on the table into a bag.

Hearing the sound of the plastic bag, Jiang Li put down his phone and turned his head.

"You can leave that there, someone will clean it up."

Upon hearing this, Liang Zhouyue paused for a moment, then continued packing, quickly finishing up.

"Is this your room?"

This was a question of curiosity she had from the beginning. The building didn't look like a hotel, it felt more like a private residence.

Jiang Li kept lying in bed without getting up, simply turning onto his side, propped up by his arm, and comfortably observed her, "Our team has single-person rest rooms here. Besides, my brother has investments here, everyone knows each other well."

Actually, he and Chen Dan also had investments here. Especially Mr. Chen, who had a distinct business acumen.

Liang Zhouyue nodded in understanding, instantly recognizing the socioeconomic differences.

She took another sip of water and then checked the time on her phone.

It was half-past eleven.

"I'm fine now, shall we go?"

"Yes."

As he spoke, Jiang Li's abdominal muscles tensed, and he abruptly sat up from the bed. After standing up and smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes, he took out his helmet from the wardrobe, a blend of black and dark red, the overall style very cool and retro.

"Is there a restroom in the room?"

Just before leaving, Liang Zhouyue stopped Jiang Li.

Jiang Li pointed to one side, the answer apparent.

Following the direction of his fingertip, Liang Zhouyue located the restroom and politely said to him, "Please wait for me a moment, I'll wash my hands."

She entered the restroom quickly, and soon the sound of running water could be heard.

In less than half a minute, Liang Zhouyue came out of the restroom, her complexion looking much better than before.

Jiang Li's gaze was indifferent but paused on her lips, noticeably retouched with lipstick, lingering a little longer than usual.

His eyes unabashedly fell on Liang Zhouyue's face. She instantly felt the intense gaze and lowered her head, awkwardly explaining, "My lips are pale, I look sick without lipstick."

Before throwing up, she always had lipstick on. But a lot of it came off while she rinsed her mouth, especially since she had just drunk water and eaten snacks not long ago, a touch-up was necessary for propriety.

Jiang Li didn't mind and spontaneously said, "You look pretty with or without makeup."

It was merely a difference between looking more innocent or more glamorous.

Liang Zhouyue, charmed by his flattering words, laughed and unusually made a jest with him, "But you've never seen me without makeup."

Jiang Li snorted arrogantly, "No need to see."

Liang Zhouyue's face was perfect as it was, both delicate and charming, melding innocence with allure quite seamlessly.

How could she not be beautiful even bare-faced?

At his words, Liang Zhouyue playfully scoffed and didn't argue further on the topic, following him downstairs.

…

When Liang Zhouyue saw Jiang Li's custom-modified motorcycle, she couldn't find the words to describe her feelings at that moment.

Too cool.

The bike seemed to glow, exuding a sense of luxury from every angle.

"You won't get motion sickness this time."

Jiang Li smiled and lifted his leg to mount the motorcycle.

This graceful action successfully shifted Liang Zhouyue's focus from the vehicle to the man.

She knew Jiang Li was tall, but this was the first time she was up close to his long legs. Even though he was already sitting on the motorcycle, his legs stretched out, parted at a distance in front of Liang Zhouyue, the fabric of his trousers clinging tightly to his skin, the powerful muscular lines clearly seen.

Seeing her motionless, Jiang Li thought she was hesitant about how to sit and turned his head, instructing her carefully, "You have to sit with your legs apart, otherwise it's very dangerous."

Her skirt was long, and even if she sat down like he did, there would be no risk of exposure.

Startled back to reality by the man's voice, Liang Zhouyue felt a warm blush on her cheeks. She placed one hand lightly on Jiang Li's shoulder and swung her legs onto the bike.

Fear made her abandon her embarrassment; her hands lightly clutched the white shirt of Jiang Li, trying not to wrinkle it.

"I'm okay now, let's go."

With those words, the motorcycle's engine roared to life, and the bike sped forward rapidly.

Liang Zhouyue was first startled by the sound, and then by the sudden speed, inertia caused her face to slam into Jiang Li's back.

"Ah!"

A scream, full of fear and pain, echoed in Jiang Li's ears.

The motorcycle had just started moving when he quickly stopped it, took off his helmet, kicked down the stand, and got off the bike.

Liang Zhouyue also dismounted, holding her mouth with her left hand, feeling a burning pain inside her lips.

Seeing her facial features squeezed together, Jiang Li realized the seriousness of the situation. He pried her fingers apart and saw a noticeable wound on her lip, oozing beads of blood.

It had just been scratched by her teeth.

"It's just a small cut."

Jiang Li pursed his lips awkwardly, belatedly realizing he had forgotten to get Liang Zhouyue a helmet.

Liang Zhouyue was in pain, but not panicked. She calmly took a mirror and tissues from her bag and wiped away the clearly visible blood.

"It's okay, it will heal in a few days."

She examined it closely; the cut wasn't big or deep, it just seemed to be punctured by her teeth, like it was bitten.

Jiang Li still felt it was too dangerous. He turned and shouted towards a nearby tool room, as if calling someone's name.

Soon after, a young blond boy ran out.

"President Li?"

Jiang Li pointed his chin towards the tool room and said, "Help me get a lady's helmet."

The boy nodded in response and turned to walk back.

"Wait." Jiang Li stopped him and glanced surreptitiously at Liang Zhouyue's style, then made an unexpected request, "Get a pink one."

"Alright!"

Liang Zhouyue: "..."

Straight guy aesthetics, huh?

Soon, the boy brought a helmet for Liang Zhouyue.

Jiang Li took it and was about to put it on Liang Zhouyue himself.

She found it inappropriate and attempted to grab it to wear herself.

But Jiang Li raised his hand, his height of 188 cm making it impossible for her to reach. She tiptoed twice, attempting repeatedly without success.

He smiled lazily, "I'm a professional, you won't know how to fasten it."

Liang Zhouyue awkwardly hummed a response, her lips tingling with pain, which made her obediently smooth her hair, waiting for his help.

Jiang Li adjusted the helmet strap, leaned forward slightly, and carefully set it on her head.

As he tidied the stray hairs on her cheeks, he leaned especially close, his crisp tobacco scent lingering around Liang Zhouyue's nose, intensifying the masculine presence.

Her ears turned red instantaneously, and she, trying to hide her nervousness, turned her head and urged him, "It's on now, let's go."