“Then what is it?” He raised an eyebrow and then pulled her hand to his waist. “Hold on tight, or if you fall off, I won’t stop for you.”
“…I haven’t sat in the back for a long time.”
She still looked a bit dazed, staring at the sky, her small hands quietly holding onto his waist, feeling that his demeanor wasn’t as strange as before.
“Why the ‘uh’?”
She didn’t answer, just held onto him, quietly leaning against his back. Zhēng Bēn didn’t ask further; whatever she wanted to say, he would know one day.
And so, with the setting sun casting long shadows, the two rode home in silence.
“Phew, it’s been so long since I sat in the back, my butt hurts!” Xú Xiānrén’s face was all scrunched up as she rubbed her sore buttocks.
“With someone to drive you, you still complain!” Zhēng Bēn stopped the motorcycle, took off his helmet, and then helped her with hers.
“I didn’t say anything wrong, my butt really does hurt.” Xú Xiānrén, not at all shy about her femininity, kicked his butt. “If you didn’t want to come, you could have just said no, I didn’t force you!”
Zhēng Bēn silently glared at her. This cheeky woman, not only was she coarse, but she also loved to contradict others’ good intentions.
Her loud voice had already been heard by the people inside the house, and Xú Xiānqí opened the door with a light chuckle. “Come in and eat, the food’s getting cold.”
Xú Xiānrén stared in disbelief, “Qí… you cooked?”
Her sister, who would rather fetch water, plant vegetables, feed chickens, wash clothes, sweep, or even mop, would never step foot in the kitchen or cook, not even to make a simple cold dish, had actually managed to cook a table full of dishes today?
“Did I ever say I cooked the food?” Xú Xiānqí covered her mouth with a hint of disdain. “The kitchen is a restricted area, no living beings allowed.”
That certainly sounded like something Xú Xiānqí would say.
“So, are you implying I’m not a living being?” Xú Xiānrén laughed coldly, cracking her knuckles with a “crack.”
