"Xiaoqi, give your helmet to your sister," Huangmao called out to the person behind him.
Xiaoqi took off the helmet and tossed the black motorcycle and the helmet to Bai Lian.
Bai Lian didn't even look, she just reached out and caught them.
The original owner knew how to street race, almost the moment she touched the motorcycle, she knew how to drive it.
She secured the helmet on her head with one hand and gripped the handlebar with the other. Her long legs straddled the bike, and with one foot planted on the ground, she glanced at Xu En before flipping down the visor.
"Don't worry."
As soon as she had spoken, she slowly bent forward, her gaze icy as she looked straight ahead. The black, streamlined body of the bike blended with her clothes, radiating an innate defiance and wildness. With the rev of the engine, rumbling loudly, the motorcycle shot off like a wild horse, hugging the turn and vanishing down the street in a flash!
Elegant yet brazen.