Han Yixing was very fast. He changed into a set of sportswear and ran over again with a bag on his back. Under the sun, his short hair bounced gently, sprinkled with a little sunshine, making him playful and cute.
Because of running back and forth, his face was flushed, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"I told you not to run." He said, raising his hand to wipe her sweat. Han Yixing subconsciously avoided her and said with a smile: "Running is healthier anyway, let's go."
Gretsch paused for a moment and shouted: "Axing, I have a motorcycle, let me give you a lift."
"Okay, let's go for a ride. By the way, have you participated in any drag racing abroad?" She is very familiar with the drag racing scene, not only because Gretsch likes it, but there is another person who also likes it.[
Yin Chuxia, who is as cold as ice, is also a racing expert.
"No, the thing I regret most in my life is that I went abroad this summer vacation." He said dullly, taking the opportunity to hold her hand and pull her towards the black side of his car.
Han Yixing was stunned for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable. Even if they walked with each other patting their shoulders, they had never held hands alone like this before. Or, had they? Or had she forgotten?
She was troubled, no wonder she was called Confused Star. She probably didn't notice this before. After marrying Meng Beichen, she became particularly concerned about the affairs between men and women.
She already regretted not being able to give her first kiss to her boyfriend. Now when Gretsch held her hand, she began to feel uncomfortable all over, but in order not to embarrass both of them, she just couldn't break away.
"Are you still going to the old place?" He went up first and asked her with a smile.
Han Yixing jumped up and nodded: "Okay, by the way, everyone else is here too. Is this a welcoming banquet to celebrate your return to China? Or do you want to mourn that our summer vacation is over again?"
She asked with a smile, "I'm really happy to have dinner with my friends. I spit on it again, so I can't complain in the future and keep moving forward!"
"No, just grab it." He grabbed her hands and put them on his waist, then turned around and warned.
Han Yixing was stunned for a moment, then slapped him on the shoulder, "Stop talking nonsense, what is that?"
"Only you." He said, and the car shot out like an arrow from the string. Han Yixing had to hold on to his clothes tightly, feeling the speed of the wind.