Out of breath... Baili Xia was startled and suddenly remembered that she might have been holding on too tightly.
She hurriedly released her hands, only to realize that even if she let go of him, she could still sit steadily on his legs.
Because his long arm was always wrapped around her waist.
At any moment, as long as he held her, she would definitely not fall off...
She couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart. The motorcycle bumped on the ground, and she subconsciously wanted to hold him again.
But just as her hand reached out, her own reason sharply pulled it back.
After that night, between the two of them... a complex taste had mixed in, vaguely, somewhat strange.
"If you want to hug, just hug, I never said you couldn't," Mu Xiaojiu huffed coldly, his tone not very pleasant.
He had only meant to remind her not to strangle him, not that she couldn't hug him. What was this woman hesitating for?
