Even so, the speed wasn't slow, and in winter, the cold wind hit the face, chilly.
She sat on the back of the motorcycle, the biting wind felt like it was cutting through her, the speed wasn't slow, and there was nothing around to provide a sense of security, so she could only grip Jiang Chengsi's clothes more tightly, burying herself behind him.
If you haven't been shielded by a man, you'll probably never understand how broad a man's back can be.
He actually blocked most of the cold wind for her, hiding behind him didn't seem cold at all.
However, Jiang Chengsi had really never carried anyone this way, didn't quite handle the nuances of driving, when he encountered a turn, habitually made a sharp drift, the motorcycle almost formed a sixty-degree angle with the ground, scaring her into holding a deep breath, at that moment, she didn't care whether it was grabbing clothes or anything...
Instinctively reaching out, she tightly hugged his waist.
