Zhao Lianmai spoke indifferently.
Xu Musen hadn't expected this girl, who was cold to everyone, to actually be quite attentive.
"Okay, then I'll take the front."
The two of them walked out the door.
Xu Musen mounted the electric bike, which wasn't very big. Zhao Lianmai managed to get on fine, and Xu Musen could still hold onto the seat cushion.
But when Xu Musen sat down, he took up all the space.
"You can hold on to the corner of my clothes, if you like."
"No need."
Zhao Lianmai shook her head, steadied herself, and even crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking quite cool.
But Xu Musen thought to himself that there was really no need for her to do this.
Xu Musen rode on.
Passing by an old district street, the scent wafting from a noodle shop was quite pleasant.
Lunch had been eaten in a strange atmosphere; he never felt full whenever he ate uneasy.
He stopped the bike.
"Xiao Mai, you haven't had lunch either, right? Should we grab something together?"