Ten minutes later, on a winding and rugged dirt path, Cheng Dongyuan was riding a bicycle, with a girl sitting behind him.
The leaves on both sides of the path had turned yellow, and fallen flowers were scattered, with the occasional chirping of insects in the fields. On such an afternoon, it seemed to have a taste of rural scenery.
After all, he was a tall man over six feet, and letting a girl carry him seemed quite inappropriate.
He didn't refuse at first, just subconsciously complied with her words, not wanting to make her angry again.
Upon reflection, Xu Weiran's actions inadvertently showed that she was a very strong-willed girl.
She wanted to do everything herself and didn't want to trouble others.
She didn't really realize that she was also a delicate girl.
And Xu Weiran just sat sideways on the seat behind him, looking at the scenery passing by, and suddenly felt something different in her heart.
