'He's a little big for a "kid brother," isn't he?'
She looked at the six-foot-one Chen Yansen. He was wearing a baseball cap, and his profile was handsome, but she couldn't see his eyes or brows.
A moment later, Meng Jie's milk tea was ready.
The way Meng Jie drank her milk tea was just like Chen Yansen; she took a big slurp.
The two of them strolled slowly along a small path.
"Looks like someone's riding motorcycles over there," Meng Jie said, pointing to an empty lot at the foot of the mountain.
"Let's go check it out." Chen Yansen understood what she meant and took the initiative to suggest it.
From the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, the journey looked to be just a finger's length away, but it took them over ten minutes to walk.
BMW R1200GS, Kawasaki KX450F, Honda CB1100—Chen Yansen only recognized these three bikes. He wasn't too familiar with the brands and models of the rest.
