Ye Yanfeng glanced at the rearview mirror of the motorcycle.
When he saw a few luxurious sports cars giving chase behind, a trace of wildness and coldness flashed past his eyes, exuding a daunting charm in the interchanging of light and shadow. "Hold on tight."
Shangguan Wan scoffed. "Don't even think about it."
She had just finished speaking when he accelerated suddenly, and drove the motorcycle down an alley.
The alley was narrow and difficult to navigate through, there were obstacles on both sides from time to time and almost hit Shangguan Wan's body
She cried out in horror and her hands grabbed his slim and toned waist tighter.
At this moment, their bodies were even closer.
She was wearing a tight fitting long black dress that highlighted her figure. Being so close, he could feel her softness, her heartbeat…
He was distracted and the motorcycle almost hit the garbage can in front.