Fang Yi and Xia Ziqi came down to the building and pushed out his Phoenix brand bicycle.
"Don't mind it," Fang Yi said with a smile, "If you don't like it, then we can take the bus, and if that's not okay, we can take a taxi. If that still doesn't work, I'll go rent a car."
Xia Ziqi was both amused and exasperated, "Any car is fine, I'm not picky."
"Okay, but if you're not comfortable, don't blame me," Fang Yi said.
Xia Ziqi ducked her head slightly, "I really don't mind at all."
So Fang Yi got on the bicycle, and then Xia Ziqi came over and sat sideways on the rear seat.
Xia Ziqi wasn't heavy, and once seated, her hands naturally grabbed onto Fang Yi's clothes around his waist. He was wearing a t-shirt that cost just a few tens of yuan, so he wouldn't care even if she tore it.
"I... I'm sitting properly now," Xia Ziqi said softly.
"Are you sure you're sitting steadily?" Fang Yi asked, not in a hurry.
"Yes... I am," Xia Ziqi answered, puzzled.