Chapter 422 - Jiu ’an, don’t let go of me
The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss
After the meal, Lu zhichen wanted to take Xing Jiu âan somewhere else to play. âJiuan, do you like racing?â âYes.â Xing Jiu âan liked that feeling very much. He was free and unrestrained, and there were no restrictions! It would stimulate her cerebral cortex, making her feel relaxed and happy. âDo you like motorcycles?â âIâve never ridden one. â Xing Jiu âan shook his head. He didnât know if he liked it or not since he had never ridden it before. âIâll Take You There, okay?â âAlright.â Xing Jiu âan smiled. Lu zhichen brought Xing Jiu âan to a club. In the past, there would always be a lot of people at the racing field, but now, there was no one. Lu zhichen had contacted her in advance, and he had booked the entire place today. The staff member left the venue after delivering the keys. Lu zhichen brought Xing Jiu âan to his car. âWhat a handsome car!â Xing Jiu âan walked around Lu zhichenâs motorcycle and sighed. The car was completely black, but its edges were silver, and the body of the car was clean and reflective. âDo you want to try?â âBut Iâve never tried it.â âIâll take you. â Xing Jiu âan looked at his smile and was stunned for a moment. Then, he smiled and said,âsure.â Lu zhichen carefully put on the protective gear for Xing Jiu âan, then put on the helmet for himself. Xing Jiu âan sat behind Lu zhichen and wrapped his arms around his waist. âJiu âan, hold on tight.â Lu zhichen said in a low voice. Xing Jiu âan hugged her even tighter. Lu zhichen was tall and thin, and his waist was thin, but when Xing Jiu âan hugged his waist and leaned very close to him, he could feel the strength hidden in his body. His body smelled very good. She couldnât tell what kind of smell it was. It was very fresh, and it was a smell that Xing Jiu âan would like very much and feel very comfortable. Lu zhichen told Xing Jiu âan in advance, and the next second, the sound of a motorcycle could be heard. Lu zhichen carefully felt the strength of Xing Jiuâ anâs hug.âJiu âan, donât let go of me.â âAlright,â he said. Xing Jiu âan responded to him. Lu zhichen smiled, and the motorcycle shot out like an arrow. He hadnât used his full strength yet, so Xing Jiu âan would be in danger if he sat behind him. But even so, it was still very fast. Xing Jiu âan sat behind Lu zhichen, feeling the speed of the wind and smelling the nice smell on Lu zhichenâs body. He seemed to feel a sense of security from the person in front of him. The sense of security was a very incomprehensible feeling. Sometimes, the people close to him couldnât give him this feeling, but sometimes, the people he just met could give him this feeling. Xing Jiu âan always liked to do things on her own, but there would be many people to protect her. As long as she needed them, they would come. She was no stranger to this feeling. However, this was the first time he felt safe in such a situation. Lu zhichen and Xing Jiu âan stopped after two laps. Xing Jiuâ an got out of the back seat and both of them took off their helmets at the same time. âHow do you feel?â Perhaps it was because sports events like car racing brought excitement and joy to people, and even some wonderful indulgence, but the Lu zhichen at this time did not seem to be the cold, noble, and distant young master that he was. He also did not seem to be the gentle person he was in front of Xing Jiu âan. He seemed to be a little arrogant, and one could see that he was unruly. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, a little evil, but also a little bit of youthful spirit. Xing Jiu âan seemed to be able to see how Lu zhichen looked like when he was a teenager. It turned out that Lu zhichen did not live like a robot!