"Got it, see you later, Sister Ran." Zhao Xiao waved to her.
Ye Ranran placed her hand on Fan Rou's waist, gripping her clothes, feet off the ground.
Fan Rou pushed off with her foot, and the bike moved forward at the pace of a turtle. Compared to Ye Ranran's ride, this indeed was so slow that there were no words to describe it.
Ye Ranran sat on the back seat, resting her head on Fan Rou's shoulder: "Didn't think at our age, we could still do something so romantic."
"Romantic, my foot, you're not even a guy." Fan Rou retorted grumpily.
Ye Ranran agreed: "True, if my husband did this, it would be very romantic."
"Ye Ranran!" Fan Rou exclaimed, flustered.
Ye Ranran quickly pacified her, smoothing things over: "Stay calm, we're on the road. If you're not careful, both of us could die, and that would be a huge loss for me."
Fan Rou: "..." Suddenly doesn't want to be friends with her anymore, what's happening?
