Song Yiyi held the seat with one hand.
After riding the bicycle for a distance, she suddenly moved her buttocks, made sure that she was sitting firmly, and raised her hand to grab the back of Cen Yue's clothes.
Song Yiyi used a lot of strength.
Cen Yue felt as if something was strangling his throat and he couldn't breathe.
Take a look down.
Cen Yue held the handlebars calmly and continued to ride steadily.
Song Yiyi waited for Cen Yue to beg for mercy, but he didn't say a word until he rode out of the compound.
If she hadn't seen Cen Yue still pedaling his bicycle, Song Yiyi would have suspected that she had hit him too hard and strangled him to death.
She peered around, not noticing the strong arm reaching out.
"Oh my god."
Song Yiyi lowered her head and felt her body suddenly float in the air.
My waist tightened.
A feeling of weightlessness came over me.
The whole person seemed to be thrown out.
After a few brief seconds, my butt finally touched the real object, and it felt very uncomfortable.
The bike wobbled a bit.
Song Yiyi raised her hand and subconsciously grabbed the thing in front of her.
There was a gasp in my ear, and Cen Yue's low, magnetic voice rang out faintly: "Song Yiyi, you pinched my flesh."
Song Yiyi finally figured out the situation.
Cen Yue was riding a bike and carried her to the front beam!
Is this something humans can do?!
In other words, she was now sitting face to face in Cen Yue's arms.
Song Yiyi loosened her grip and instead put her arms around Cen Yue's waist, shouting tremblingly, "Stop, stop."
Sitting on the bicycle's crossbar in the wrong direction, she felt like she could fall down at any time and couldn't find a foothold with her hands.
Cen Yue's cycling speed was completely different from hers, and the scenery around him was rapidly receding.
He doesn't stop.
She could only hold on tightly, begging for mercy quickly: "Uncle Cen, I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken your clothes. I shouldn't have been so cunning. I will never do it again..."
Cen Yue was not slow but fast.
The originally dull air broke through, bringing with it the sound of wind, whistling past my ears.
Cen Yue's clear and melodious voice came with the wind: "Call me brother."
Song Yiyi pretends to be a quail.
Bullshit!
If Gu Chengze were replaced by a brother like this, she would run away like a rocket.
Cen Yue chuckled softly, his tone relaxed: "Don't want to? Isn't it time to call Bo Wen brother now?"
When Song Yiyi heard this name, she almost dug her toes to find a three-bedroom apartment.
She even suspected that she had lost her mind at that time.
There are countless ways to deal with Cen Bowen, and using that kind of white lotus method is unnecessary.
"That's different." Song Yiyi said muffledly in Cen Yue's arms.
Cen Yue climbed the hill without slowing down, "Really? Then turn around and look, there's a big downhill road ahead, don't cry later."
Song Yiyi's heart skipped a beat.
Why is it that whatever she fears, Cen Yue will do it?
How did he hit every single one of her weak spots so precisely?!
Song Yiyi had no choice but to give in: "Brother! Brother, put me down!"
Cen Yue remained indifferent, "We've reached the top."
This is no different from riding a large roller coaster and stopping at the top.
The only difference is that the roller coaster is safer than riding a bike in Cen Yue.
Song Yiyi held Cen Yue's arms tighter and said hurriedly, "Brother, Brother Yue, Brother Yue."
She shouted it three times in a row in a useless way.
The scenes of the doctor threading the needle appeared in front of her eyes, and Song Yiyi's whole body tensed up.
The bicycle slowed down.
Cen Yue had no intention of letting Song Yiyi get off the bike, and he rode very steadily for the rest of the ride.
The car stopped at the foot of a mountain.
Cen Yue took Song Yiyi to climb halfway up the mountain.
He carried everything in one hand and pulled Song Yiyi from time to time.
Song Yiyi was still gasping for breath from exhaustion.
Cen Yue took out the kettle, unscrewed it and handed it to her, "Here we are, drink some water."
Rows of white tombstones are neatly arranged halfway up the mountain, stretching all the way to the edge of the gray skyline.
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