As he moved, the pink strawberry reflected a faint, inappropriate and cute light in the light.
"...Sister Wan," his voice was still cold, but if you listened carefully, you could discern a barely perceptible hint of compromise and indulgence, "Just this once."
He emphasized, his eyes sweeping over Ning Xiwan with a hint of warning.
"Yeah! Let's go!" Ning Xiwan cheered and immediately stuffed the remaining two hairpins into her bag.
She casually pulled up Hua Jinyue, who was still frantically looking for angles to take photos, and said, "Come on! Don't make your brother Duan wait anxiously; his motorcycle catches the wind!"
Hua Jinyue put away her phone and smiled as she took her brother's arm, her eyes still glued to the strawberry: "Don't worry, brother, Jinyue will protect you. If anyone dares to laugh at you, I will..."
She made a gesture of wiping her neck, and her eyes instantly became dangerous, but paired with her sweet dress and face, she only looked fierce and aggressive.
Ye Qingliu didn't say anything, but just let his sister pull him and was pushed by Ning Xiwan in a hurry towards the corridor leading to the garage.
The strawberry hairpin followed his steps, casting a small, cute, restless shadow on his stern profile.
He was like an ice sculpture forced to wear a garland, walking on the road to escape from order.
The garage's sensor lights flickered on in time with the sound of footsteps, illuminating the empty space with a cool white glow. A Bombardier heavy-duty motorcycle, its sleek lines and matte black finish, sat quietly there, like a dormant beast.
The car body reflected a cold luster, and a low and regular vibration sound came from under the hood, like a strong heart beating.
Duan Shuce stretched his long legs and leaned against the car body. He was also wearing a black motorcycle jacket with the zipper casually pulled up to his chest, revealing a simple gray T-shirt underneath.
He was playing with a pure black helmet in his hand. The hair on his forehead was a little messy because of the helmet, which made him look even more unruly.
Hearing footsteps, he lazily raised his eyes and looked over. His gaze first swept across Ning Xiwan's cheerful face, with a barely perceptible warmth, and then fell on Ye Qingliu, who was sandwiched between Ning Xiwan and Hua Jinyue.
When Duan Shuce saw the extremely eye-catching pink strawberry on Ye Qingliu's head, which formed a cosmic contrast with his temperament, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards abruptly.
That was definitely a micro-expression of wanting to laugh but forcing oneself to hold it back, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
He quickly lowered his head, pretending to adjust the buckle of his helmet, but his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, revealing his failure at that moment.
"Puff..." Hua Jinyue caught it keenly, and immediately covered her mouth and laughed, her big eyes curved into crescents.
Ye Qingliu's face darkened instantly, and his gray-blue eyes swept sharply towards Duan Shuce, with a silent warning: If you dare to laugh, you will die.
Duan Shuce raised his head, his face had returned to its usual expressionless and cool look, as if the twitching just now was just an illusion of light and shadow.
He handed the helmet in his hand to Ning Xiwan: "Yours." His voice was calm and his eyes met Ye Qingliu calmly, as if he didn't see the strawberry at all.
Ning Xiwan took it and buttoned it up neatly, her movements expertly. She turned to look at Ye Qingliu and Hua Jinyue: "You two..."
"We have them!" Hua Jinyue immediately raised her hand and pulled out two helmets from her huge Lolita-style handbag like magic.
One is pure black with a simple design; the other is pink and white, with a three-dimensional sticker of a cartoon cat with its ears playfully standing up.
Hua Jinyue handed the black helmet to Ye Qingliu, and happily put on the pink and white cat-ear helmet herself. She even straightened the cat ears, looked at them against the reflective wall of the garage, and nodded with satisfaction.
Ye Qingliu held his black helmet and was silent for a second. The strawberry hairpin on his head looked even more innocent and... dazzling under the cold white light.
He finally put on his helmet silently. The black helmet covered most of his face tightly, and finally concealed the "shameful" hairpin underneath.
The dark visor of his helmet lowered, completely blocking out any expression he might have at the moment.
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