Quick Travel System: Age Strategy

Cheng Cheng watched him adjust himself, and then put her arms around his waist the next second.

Wei Lang's ears suddenly turned red, and he started the motorcycle in a panic.

The motorcycle drove out of the parking spot at high speed and rode onto the road. The street lights on both sides of the road illuminated the way ahead, but after passing the street of the TV station and turning into other roads, there were some places where there were no street lights.

Wei Lang turned on the motorcycle's headlights and small lights, illuminating the darkness ahead.

Looking at this scene, Chengcheng inexplicably felt at ease, as if they were an ordinary couple returning home after get off work.

She moved closer to the man, resting her chin on Wei Lang's body, and said loudly: "Where are we going?"

As they got closer, the smell of her perfume hit Wei Lang, filling his body as if wrapping him in perfume.

Wei Lang could also feel a soft touch behind him. After realizing what it was, he felt like he was having difficulty breathing.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the heat on my face was due to sweating from wearing the helmet or something else...

He replied slowly: "Qinyuan."

Cheng Cheng tilted his head and asked, "What place is that?"

Because of her action, the two helmets moved slightly closer, one black and one white, matching each other perfectly.

Both of them felt what had just happened, but neither of them said anything.

Ambiguity permeates the air, and every slight movement and expression has the potential to bring about an overwhelming impact on them.

Amid the noisy sound of the locomotive, we can still feel each other's heartbeats.

One, two beeps...same beat frequency.

It is precisely because the two people are not used to each other that there is this uncontrollable sense of ambiguity and extreme tension.

Cheng Cheng really enjoyed this kind of atmosphere, and she was also happy to see Wei Lang's shy look.

Afterwards, Cheng Cheng leaned against Wei Lang's helmet and asked again: "What is that place?"

Wei Lang's heart was already in a mess at this time, because when she came close to him again, he could feel the long hair in her helmet fluttering in the wind, hooking around his neck, bringing a tingling sensation.

There was no way to escape, Cheng Cheng hugged his waist with both hands.

As a result, Wei Lang's head was sweating all the way, and later on his back, a layer of sweat also appeared, wetting his black T-shirt.

Although the black T-shirt didn't show any difference, he still felt uneasy.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. Obviously, nothing happened to his tutor, but he was just thinking about all sorts of nonsense.

……

Arriving at Qinyuan, Wei Lang could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After finding a parking spot, he stopped the motorcycle and started it, saying, "We're here. This is Qinyuan."

"We're here so soon." Chengcheng said as he got off the motorcycle.

Wei Lang remained silent about this. Fortunately, his tutor was not a local, otherwise he would have discovered that he had taken a shortcut to reach Qinyuan faster.

There are more important things to do now. After Chengcheng got off the car, he also took off his helmet and slowly got out of the car.

He turned his back and took out a stack of toilet paper from the backpack in front of him and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck.

In fact, he was sweating on his head, but he didn't want to make it too obvious so that his tutor would notice that he was sweating so much and feel strange.

Just when he was almost done wiping, Cheng Cheng approached and said, "Wei Lang, are you okay? I can't take off my helmet, help me."

"Oh, okay, teacher." Upon hearing this, Wei Lang had no choice but to put the paper he had wiped in his hand into his pocket and came over to help her take off her helmet.

After taking off the helmet, Chengcheng felt that the restraint on his head was finally freed.

He touched his sweaty forehead, looked at Wei Lang and said, "Do you have any paper? Lend it to me to wipe my sweat."

"Yes." Wei Lang opened the backpack in front of him and found that there was no paper left in the bag because he had used a lot of paper to wipe his sweat just now.

He didn't even notice what was in the bag.

This is awkward.

"Is there anything else?" Chengcheng wanted to look into the bag.

Wei Lang hurriedly covered his backpack and zipped it up, then smiled awkwardly and said, "I've used up all the paper in it. Teacher Wu, please wait here for me. I'll go to the supermarket to buy a pack."

"Hey Wei Lang, don't leave me here alone, I'm scared." Cheng Cheng hugged Wei Lang's arms tightly.

Perhaps because she acted too similarly, Wei Lang didn't notice anything wrong.

The two went to the supermarket together. Cheng Cheng chose a type of tissue paper by herself and Wei Lang paid for it.

After leaving the supermarket, Wei Lang opened the tissue paper package and was about to hand it to her.

The next moment, Cheng Cheng stopped him with one sentence, "Wei Lang, please help me wipe it. I can't see where there is sweat on my head."

In such a short while, from getting off the car to entering the supermarket to shopping and coming out, the sweat that had originally appeared on my head was almost blown away.

She really couldn't tell where the sweat was by feeling, she just felt a chill on her forehead.

Wei Lang didn't dare to disobey, so he followed Cheng Cheng to the steps in front of the supermarket.

Under the light from inside, he pulled out a few pieces of paper and carefully wiped the person in front of him.

This was also the first time he wiped the sweat off a girl, and this girl was not an ordinary person, but his mentor in a talent show.

Under such circumstances, Wei Lang had to be extra careful.

I was afraid that if I rubbed too hard, my instructor would be unhappy.

Just a few movements made his palms sweat.

Or maybe Cheng Cheng thought he was moving too slowly and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Okay, okay!" After wiping it for the last time, Wei Lang put away the used tissue paper and found a trash can to throw it away.

He also carefully put away the unused tissues in his backpack.

The two of them walked slowly towards Qinyuan.

While walking, Cheng Cheng did not forget to ask Wei Lang about what happened in the car just now.

"Why didn't you answer any of the questions I asked you on the way?"

When Wei Lang heard this, he immediately recalled what happened in the car. When he thought of this, he felt the sweat he had wiped off his head was about to break out again.

He hesitated to avoid the topic, and he didn't want to lie and say that it was too windy and he didn't hear it.

……

The parking location is not far from Qinyuan, and the entrance to Qinyuan Night Market is just across the street.

The atmosphere between Cheng Cheng and Wei Lang became a little cold, until they entered Qin Garden and saw various stalls accompanied by the shouts of vendors. He spoke again: "This has always been the gathering place for nightlife in Ma'an City. When you asked me to take you for a walk, the first place I thought of was here. Do you like it here?"

"Well, I think it's pretty good, lively and bustling." Seeing him speak again, Chengcheng stopped dwelling on the previous topic and decided not to talk about it if he didn't want to.

When she looked up at Wei Lang, she didn't notice that the crowd around her was about to bump into her.

It was Wei Lang who reacted and pulled her away to avoid it.

"Teacher Wu, are you okay?"

"It's okay..." Cheng Cheng spoke in a muffled voice while nestling in Wei Lang's arms.