Their contact wasn't frequent, yet he trusted her so unreservedly.
But five years ago, her father didn't trust her, and neither did her former lover.
"And when I sit behind you, I can also ensure your safety, so you can ride boldly and without worry," he added, his large palm encircling her waist.
Lin Miao'er laughed happily, "Okay, then hold on to me well, let's go!"
Gong Motin's hand rested on her waist, tightening his grip.
The moment the motorcycle shot out like an arrow, Lin Miao'er let out a joyful shout, the bright headlights illuminating the road ahead.
Soon, the two of them reached the mountaintop.
Lin Miao'er couldn't wait to take off her helmet, her eyes shining like stars in the sky.
"I'm so happy!" Lin Miao'er shouted joyfully towards the valley.
In Gong Motin's deep-set eyes reflected Lin Miao'er's figure, filled with boundless indulgence.
"Guess how many points I scored in today's competition?" she turned and asked him with a smile.
"The highest score?"