The Harley roared across the desolate provincial highway, with the wind whistling around Lin Bingxuan's face, yet without the slightest chill.
Burying her face in her man's broad back, even after experiencing life and death, she still felt endlessly secure.
Xiao Tian, feeling the warmth behind him, smiled knowingly.
Before long, Xiao Tian drove Lin Bingxuan back to their place.
He parked the bike, opened the door, and the two of them sat on the sofa together.
"Xiao Tian, who exactly is trying to deal with you?"
"Just a few clowns, nothing to worry about." Xiao Tian smiled and tightened his grip around Lin Bingxuan a little.
Lin Bingxuan knew Xiao Tian didn't want to talk much, so she didn't ask further and buried her head in his arms.
"Growl!"
Just as the two of them were having a tender moment, a noise rudely interrupted.
"Hungry?"
"Wait here, I'll make you something to eat."
With that, Lin Bingxuan gracefully walked into the kitchen and put on an apron.
