The little electric bike was riding on the road, passing through the vast night. The night wind roared in the ears, with specks of light in the distance.
Zhang Ningzhi initially sat on the back seat but couldn't help leaning forward.
"Jiang Nian, you smell so nice."
"Nonsense," Jiang Nian replied casually as he biked, "I never use perfumes or anything like that."
"It's not perfume." Zhang Ningzhi pursed her lips, summoned the courage, and hugged his waist, "It's the smell of barbecue."
"Oh, oh, I just came from the square." Jiang Nian said, "I was hungry on the way, so I bought something to eat."
"Oh." Zhang Ningzhi held on tightly, her face pressed against his back, "The wind is a bit strong, I'm sheltering for a bit."
"Alright, I'm pretty generous," Jiang Nian replied, "Once the wind dies down, remember to let go."
"Jiang Nian, I have a bad memory." Zhang Ningzhi said.
