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Looking at each other, Mo Xiangwan slightly marveled at the dominance of the man's helmet, then walked with his head down.
Mo Xiangwan suddenly saw half of Harley's wheel, and quickly stepped aside. When he looked up, the man on Harley had already taken off his helmet, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised to look at Mo Xiangwan, sighing, "Meet you again!"

Mo Xiangwan looked at the man with light brown pupils in surprise, his expression slightly flustered, "You, why are you here?"

The black hair in front of the man's forehead was wet and stuck to his forehead, but he didn't show a trace of embarrassment. His deep facial features were blurred by the afterglow of the setting sun. With a domineering handsomeness, he answered Mo Xiangwan's question, "Just passing by!"

Mo Xiangwan carefully looked at Du Ziheng, and saw that he was wearing a thin leather jacket, but he was sweating profusely. He took it for granted that he had traveled a long way, rather than following her with ulterior motives!Then a little relieved. [

Du Ziheng asked Mo Xiangwan, "Why are you here?"

Mo Xiangwan looked away and continued to walk forward, "Why should I tell you?"

Du Ziheng laughed, put the peeping back on, opened the visor, started the Harley, and followed Mo Xiangwan slowly, "You want to go home?"

Mo Xiangwan quickened his pace and walked ahead, not wanting to talk to Du Ziheng.

Du Ziheng maintained a balance between the speed of the car and Mo Xiangwan's speed, and kindly invited him from the side, "I'll take you home! It's very difficult to get a taxi this way!"

"No need—" Mo Xiangwan turned his head to reject Du Ziheng. Seeing the man following him with a playful smile, he had to stop and frowned, "Why are you following me?"

Du Ziheng said nonchalantly, "The road is so wide, you can walk, but I can't?"

Mo Xiangwan bit his lip and stared at Du Ziheng for a while, then walked forward angrily, and turned into a side street at the fork.

Du Ziheng followed unhurriedly, "How do you know I'm going this way?"

Mo Xiangwan was so pissed off by the man's cheekiness, "I don't know! So I'm going to go this way..." She took a few steps back and walked along the original street.

After walking a few steps, Du Ziheng followed him again.

"Hey—" Mo Xiangwan was depressed, "What are you doing?"

Du Ziheng didn't answer her, but turned his gaze around her face and hands, "Is the injury healed?"

Mo Xiangwan was annoyed, "What's none of your business?"

Du Ziheng took out a bottle of ointment from his leather pants, "This is for you..."

Mo Xiangwan looked at the small dark brown bottle without reaching out.

"This is Thailand's secret recipe, apply it on the scars, keep them for three days and the scars will disappear!" Du Ziheng said exaggeratedly like those hostesses selling merchandise on TV.

Mo Xiangwan pouted, "I don't believe it."

Du Ziheng reached out and pulled Mo Xiangwan over. Mo Xiangwan was about to yell, but he stuffed the brown vial into Mo Xiangwan's hand, and then let Mo Xiangwan go immediately. [

"Try it! I won't lie to you!" Du Ziheng reached out and put down the visor on the helmet, "Go back! I'm really passing by—"

As he spoke, he increased the speed to the maximum with his hands, and Harley rushed out like an arrow.

Mo Xiangwan spread his palms, looked at the dark brown vial for two seconds, and suddenly came back to his senses. He was about to return the vial to the man, and looked up to see that the man was still there.