Car?

Yana panted softly, her voice sultry as she asked, "Ryan, why are you asking that?"

"I'm thinking of buying you a car. It'll make things more convenient."

Ryan couldn't get enough of her soft, full breasts, his fingers teasing her sensitive nipples.

Hearing this, Yana froze for a moment before replying sweetly, "There's no need for that. Riding on the back of your scooter is just fine—it's so convenient and romantic."

Her words touched Ryan's heart, stirring a bittersweet emotion within him. In three years, Tina had never once ridden his scooter.

He recalled a time during a typhoon with torrential rain when he had rushed to her classroom building with a raincoat to pick her up. But she had refused, expressing her disdain.

Left with no choice, he ran back to grab an umbrella and brought it to her. Completely drenched, he could only watch as she used the umbrella to walk home by herself.