Devil Exclusive: Little cute, super fierce

"Yes, yes, you ride, you ride."

The evening star smiles happily and puts on the helmet again.

"Then I'll ride in front, and you follow me."

The lush forest park is not high, but it is a winding asphalt mountain road. The distance outside the guardrail is the vast sea.

Riding a motorcycle here, feel even the soul is free.

Evening star really like here, I like it!

Mo insisted on riding another motorcycle behind her, the more he thought about it, the more he bowed.

Damn, how is the status quo different from his fantasy?

Clearly, what he imagined was that he was very handsome riding a motorcycle on the winding mountain road, carrying his favorite woman behind him.

Maybe she would be scared because of his slight acceleration. She hugged him even more tightly. Her voice begged him to ride slowly. She was afraid

But the reality is——

Evening star alone riding a white motorcycle, not only did not show any fear, but also a pair of more and more excited.

When she arrived at a rest point, the girl took off her helmet and put it on the motorcycle, jumping and jumping excitedly in place, "it's so interesting. I really love this outdoor sport. Next time, shall we ride around the mountain?"

Mo insisted: Oh, I won't ride next time!

The man turned off the key switch, then held the motorcycle in place and stood up straight with his long legs.

"Come here."

"What for?" The evening star is standing on this classic Pavilion, overlooking the distance.

"Come here!"

She had no choice but to hop down two steps, and then came to him, "what on earth..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo insisted that he suddenly grabbed her arm and brought her into his arms.

Wanxing raises his head in amazement. Before he can react, he pinches his chin and sticks his thin lip directly.

"Mo insisted on..." The sound of the evening star was completely blocked.

He seemed to retaliate for not being able to touch her for such a long time, with a trace of emotion and violence.

In the end, the whole person of Wanxing was almost attached to his motorcycle.

"I don't like to be separated from you." Mo insisted on burying Junlian in her neck socket, like a child complaining about dissatisfaction, with a low voice and hoarseness, "I don't like all the projects that are carried out separately from you."

The evening star chuckled.

"So that's why you get angry?"

"Cut, who is angry."

Not yet.

For a moment, the late star was a little disappointed and patted him on the shoulder, "OK, OK, I understand. Then my motorcycle will stop at this rest point first. Let's ride a bike?"

"Well?" Mo insisted on picking eyebrows, "are you serious?"

"I feel like you're right." The evening star hugged his neck, and the whole small head stuck to it with a smile, "next, let's ride one."

The rest point is about three-quarters of the way to the top of the mountain.

The white motorcycle of the evening star is left here, and two people ride a motorcycle together and go on.

The wind blows the evening star and Mo insists.

The man looks at the woman in front of him who controls the motorcycle.

Good. Now they are riding a motorcycle together.

Yes! Yes!!

Why is he the one being carried?!

He must have taken the wrong script