Chapter 49 I really like you...

If she remembered correctly, this should be the first time Ling Qiu had stood in the heart of a bustling city center at night. She stood on the overpass, looking down at the endless stream of vehicles below, countless lights flashing, dyeing the dark night sky with dazzling colors, and she could faintly hear gunshots in the distance.

“This is the first time I’ve ever been out and about in the city center at night,” she asked Cyrus. “Are you sure I’m really not going to die?”

“Of course.” Cyrus was very confident about this. Of course, his confidence did not lie in strength, but in speed. His strength had been greatly reduced, but his basic physical functions remained unchanged. He was confident enough to avoid Ling Qiu before he was harmed.

Ling Qiu's eyes gleamed with interest. "Wow, this sounds really exciting! I really want to try it."

Her gaze swept around before landing on a dark green mechanical motorcycle. It looked very cool, and the person sitting on it looked even cooler, wearing a black leather jacket and sporting bright green hair, speeding towards her.

Oh, she's never ridden a motorcycle before, but she can ride an electric scooter. Is there a big difference between the two?

Just then, the green-haired guy on the motorcycle noticed her gaze and sped towards her.

"Hey, little girl!" Green Hair whistled at her, about to say something, but when he got closer he realized she was a free agent, and his smile turned disdainful. "What are you doing standing here? Want to get run over? Get lost!"

Ling Qiu looked at the nasty expression on his face, and before the motorcycle sped over, she slowly spread her arms and blocked the middle of the road.

Green Hair was clearly stunned for a moment, then yelled again, "Damn it! You're asking for it! Get the hell out of my way! Don't get my car dirty!"

Ling Qiu remained motionless, thinking that at worst he would just crash into her.

The motorcycle was almost upon them. Realizing she had no intention of moving aside, Green Hair slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly. The motorcycle lurched, throwing him off balance. He pointed at Ling Qiu and yelled, "I'll fuck you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Qiu kicked the green-haired guy, who hadn't even settled in yet, off the motorcycle, then jumped on and sped away.

"Holy shit!!!" The green-haired guy yelled, completely caught off guard, "You damn free agent, stop right there!"

The motorcycle sped away, and soon his voice could no longer be heard.

Ling Qiu let out a low laugh.

"I've noticed you're quite bold," Cyrus remarked, though it was clear He hadn't been able to help; the human had stopped at the last moment.

Before he could finish speaking, Cyrus watched as Ling Qiu slammed on the gas pedal and flew off the overpass.

"Hey!" He exclaimed involuntarily, utterly shocked.

Although Ling Qiu had never ridden a motorcycle before, she had good balance. As she sped off the bridge, the colorful neon lights overhead shone on her face, and she felt an unprecedented sense of freedom.

Good news: The motorcycle landed safely.

Bad news: It's going against the flow.

"Hahaha!" Ling Qiu laughed loudly. She felt extremely good. From the moment she was born, she was told that she was a free person. Her living conditions kept declining, and she always lived in fear and caution.

She had never enjoyed such a carefree life, even though speeding was commonplace in Mante City.

She was quite certain that if it hadn't been for Cyrus, she might have broken her neck when the motorcycle hit the ground.

But now, not only did she not feel any bumps, she landed safely without even feeling any jolting.

Her foot was constantly on the accelerator, so what if she was driving against traffic? She weaved quickly between vehicles, turning left and right, as if she were playing a real-life racing game.

Soon, a cacophony of honking horns filled the air. Some people got out of their cars and started yelling and cursing, while others fired shots at her—poor marksmanship, missing even Ling Qiu's motorcycle.

On the wide road, Ling Qiu drove however she wanted, wherever she wanted, her eyes filled with excitement, as if she were about to spin and jump on the road on her motorcycle.

"Hello! Hello...!" Cyrus was in a flustered state.

Ling Qiu felt a chill run down her spine. The sensory stimulation from the visuals and speed, the thrill of repeatedly leaping between life and death, was simply terrifying.

She drove along a long, bustling city street from beginning to end without ever braking or sustaining any damage. Finally, she turned into a dark alley and stopped. The wheels screeched against the ground, making a piercing sound, as if it were a scream from Ling Qiu's heart.

Cyrus harbored deep resentment towards her outrageous behavior tonight: "Ling Qiu..."

Just as He was about to speak, in order to teach her a lesson, He even immediately separated from her body. However, He only managed to utter two words before Ling Qiu, who suddenly turned around, grabbed him and hugged him.

Immediately afterwards, a passionate and intense kiss enveloped Him, forcing Him to press His back against the wall as He endured Ling Qiu's assault.

"Hoo..." After a while, Ling Qiu released Him, buried her face in His chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "That felt so good, Cyrus."

She was still immersed in the extreme excitement she had just experienced, and the kiss with Cyrus had made her tongue tingle.

In this slightly suffocating state, the pleasure only increases.

"I loved tonight so much! This is definitely the best night of my life!"

The streets here are often in chaos, and unless someone dies, the police usually don't bother to intervene.

Cyrus remained silent, but Ling Qiu clearly didn't notice him immediately.

She slowly calmed her breathing; the lingering sensation after the stimulation made her especially eager to make love. Cyrus was right; she was exceptionally bold tonight. Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Qiu's hand had already slipped inside Cyrus's clothes.

She paused for a moment, then emerged from Cyrus's clothes and looked up at Him.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Cyrus's expression was not pleasant; his eyes could even be described as deep and somber.

Ling Qiu: "Did I act too recklessly just now, so you're angry?"

She touched His arm: "Have I made you too tired, Cyrus?"

This should be the only reason; it can't be anything else.

Cyrus remained silent.

"What's wrong?" Ling Qiu asked again, resting her chin on his abs and looking up at him. Whenever she did this, Cyrus would feel especially soft-hearted.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, Cyrus seemed unable to hold on any longer.

He spoke, his voice low and deep: "It seems you really don't want to live."

He saw everything that happened tonight from beginning to end. Ling Qiu did it all in one go. Whether it was when the truck came, when someone pointed a gun at her head, or when a car deliberately tried to run her over, she kept pressing the accelerator without the slightest hesitation, without a moment's pause, and without even thinking.

She was completely unconcerned about the consequences of her actions.

Cyrus didn't think that Ling Qiu was fully trusting Him.

She just doesn't care.

Ling Qiu's gaze slowly extended, moving away from Cyrus's face and gradually sinking into the dark, bottomless alley.

She kicked the ground intermittently with one shoe, saying, "Didn't you say I wouldn't die?"

"Ling Qiu." Cyrus called her name again, his voice so serious that Ling Qiu thought it was the teacher calling her name in class.

“Give me an explanation,” He said.

He certainly didn't blame her for the chaos tonight. She wanted to play, and of course he could play with her. It wasn't really that difficult.

He was angry at Ling Qiu's attitude; why did she act so recklessly?

That's only because they don't care.

"What do you want me to explain?" Ling Qiu's gaze wandered. "I'm just having fun, looking for excitement."

"Then tell me, what if I accidentally messed up what you just did? What if something unexpected happened?"

"Then..." He died.

Ling Qiu answered calmly in her heart that she was mentally prepared when she did it, and she could accept any outcome and would not blame Cyrus.

“If you think I’m deliberately messing with you, then I’ll just not do it again, it’s just…” Before Ling Qiu could finish speaking, her hand was grabbed by Cyrus.

His dark eyes were fixed on her.

“You never really looked forward to living, and you never really wanted to be my bride.”

Ling Qiu stared blankly at Cyrus, unable to utter a word, because she truly believed that Cyrus was right.

The most ideal ending she could imagine for herself was to die of illness after taking revenge on Noah. If things went more badly, she might die before she could take her revenge, and live a life of failure.

As for the bride, she had no expectations or longings for her. She felt that it was something very distant for her, and even the idea of ​​bringing down Noah felt unreal to her.

“You’re right, Cyrus,” Ling Qiu said softly. “I really don’t expect either of these things, because they’re not things that will happen if I expect them.”

She looked up and slowly wrapped her arms around his waist.

"But I really like you, that's no lie."