054 Jianghu's Top 10 Sects

When Li Zheng went downstairs, Zhang Xiaoke had already chosen the shopping destination.

It was a bit farther down the road.

Zhang Xiaoke sat on the edgy rear seat of the bicycle.

Not even a kilometer.

Her butt was about to be bounced to pieces.

But since she was already on the bike, there was no way she could jump off.

She could only sit on the back seat with tears in her eyes.

It seemed like someone had said: better to cry in a BMW than to laugh on a bicycle.

Who said that?

Crying on the back seat of a bicycle is far worse okay?

It's physical and emotional torture.

After one kilometer, Li Zheng was also exhausted.

Stamina was never his strong suit, and he never expected that riding with someone would be this tiring.

He had no choice but to stop the bike at the subway station and force Zhang Xiaoke to take the subway with him.

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Once on the subway, Li Zheng was still panting, and Zhang Xiaoke was still rubbing her butt.

Both were having a hard time.