The Ducati V4s slowly came to a stop, the roar of the engine still echoing in their ears.
Qiuqiu, who had been leaning against Tang Song's back, awoke as if from a dream.
In a fluster, she let go of Tang Song's waist and nimbly got off the motorcycle.
Her body was incredibly flexible, having a background in dance, her movements were delightful to watch, as light as a cat.
Tang Song took off his helmet and looked at Qiuqiu standing there awkwardly, smiling, "How was it? I'm not bad at this, right?"
"Ve-very professional." Qiuqiu's gaze drifted into the distance, her ears turning red, "Much better than me."
"Want to take it for a spin? You're pretty good too."
As he spoke, Tang Song's eyes inadvertently swept over her tightly fitted jeans.
There was no denying, this designer friend's figure was indeed impressive.
While not overly exaggerated, her front and back curves and long legs were like a manga character's ideal figure.
