Han Yixing felt that he must be dazzled, otherwise how could he see such an expression on this big man's face?
But what makes her even more depressed is that after just a short journey home, she now says he is tired?
However, it is normal to feel tired after riding for more than an hour. I wonder how someone like him can exercise like this.
"Then what should you do? Do you want the driver to pick you up?" When she said this, the corners of her mouth twitched a little. It was only a hundred meters away after turning a corner. It was unbelievable that she had to go to such trouble to ask the driver to pick you up.
"Let the driver pick you up," he said. Seeing her nod, he suddenly smiled evilly, "Just come and take me." [
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"Why are you so heavy? Don't press me, I won't be able to breathe..."
Han Yixing almost lost his balance while riding the bike. He hugged her carelessly from behind, and even rubbed his face into her neck. Han Yixing had goosebumps all over his body, and a trace of resistance arose in his heart.
Want to scream, want to run away.
"Ride the bike obediently." He ordered like an uncle.
"I can't carry it, so don't touch me. Sit in the back and don't move." She tried her best to dodge forward and reached the dream garden in just a short distance, but she couldn't even turn the corner.
"Xing'er, you're riding shaky, and I'm afraid of falling. It's normal to hold you." He smiled evilly, and basically hugged her with his whole body.
Smelling the soft fragrance of her body, I felt unprecedented satisfaction.
She refuses his touch. Only in moments like this can it be taken for granted, right?
"Meng Beichen, I don't want to ride anymore!" She suddenly shouted angrily, holding the car with one hand and holding his hand with the other. He did it on purpose.
Meng Beichen sighed. She finally regained some energy, although she was angry.
He kissed her hair a little unbearably, and then said, "Okay, I won't move any more. This is okay."
As he said that, he sat upright, tried his best to raise his feet off the ground, held his hands on her waist, and frowned slightly. She was really thin, and he could hold her waist completely.
"Can you stop holding on to me?" He said this, but she still focused on her waist, how could she bother to look at the road?