Riding My Trike

No matter what, he was already forty years old. He was no longer as flexible as a young man.

"Owww!"

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. Tears fell from his eyes and he looked exceptionally miserable.

However, he couldn't say anything. Song Yaoyao smiled and waved at him. She was a sweet and lovely person.

Then, she hopped to the side of his trike and frowned as she studied it.

For a genius like Song Yaoyao, although she had never driven it before, it didn't seem difficult for her to learn it temporarily.

"This is the acceleration, this is the ignition, this is the light... Very good!" Song Yaoyao smugly clapped her little hands. "As expected of me! Let's go!"

She turned on all the lights and lit up a small area in front of her.

She then waved her little fists as if she was cheering, and her expression was lively.

"Ohhh!"

That's my trike!!