Chapter 94 Only You, and Only You from Now On
Song Ni's flight to Yu City was in the evening. Tan Zheng's place was close to the suburbs, and the surrounding living amenities were definitely not as complete as those at Linjiang Apartment. Living here, the only entertainment available was camping by the lake and Tan Zheng's cars.
The villa had ample space around it. Song Ni pointed to the motorcycle she had chosen and asked Tan Zheng, "Can you ride it?"
The man lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at her, and then continued to adjust the car that Tang Qinyun had requested. Song Ni was slightly choked by Tan Zheng's attitude. Well, what a ridiculous question she had asked. How could Tan Zheng not know how to ride?
"Cough, cough! Tan Zheng, I want to inspect the goods!"
This time, Tan Zheng didn't even lift his head. "Without a license, don't even think about touching it."
"I didn't say I wanted to ride it."
With a clanging sound of parts colliding, the man finally looked up, raising an eyebrow in question. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes were half-closed, likely due to the smoke. Sweat had soaked his black vest, revealing the contours of his chest and abdominal muscles. The sweat flowing from his collar seemed to have gilded his tanned skin. His face, somewhere, was stained black from his brow bone to his cheekbone. He looked like a mechanic, but the most handsome one.
Song Ni tried to shift her gaze away from the man's chest, unconsciously swallowing. She adjusted her jacket. She didn't understand why, even in winter, Tan Zheng was still so hot, sweating so much in just a vest.
"Ride it for me to see." Song Ni had already decided to learn to ride a motorcycle, and now she wanted to see Tan Zheng ride, just to witness his dashing demeanor. Perhaps she could be as cool as him later?
Tan Zheng stared at her for a long time, then suddenly smiled. He slowly took off his gloves, pinched the cigarette butt, took a deep drag, and then threw the butt into the iron bucket by the door.
The way he exhaled smoke was too alluring. Seeing him walk towards her, Song Ni instinctively took a step back. Tan Zheng noticed her subtle movement. He wanted to pull her into his arms, but he was covered in sweat, and his hands were dirty. If he got her clothes dirty, who knew how much trouble she would cause.
"Call me something nice to hear."
Song Ni: ...
Does this scoundrel think she was drunk again? A person could be killed, but their dignity could not be insulted. She absolutely could not do something so undignified!
"Not calling?" The man raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Fine." He then turned to continue working on Tang Qinyun's car.
Song Ni: ...
She really wanted to see Tan Zheng ride a motorcycle. Why was this scoundrel so perverse? Should she call out or not? She only had two hours before she had to leave for the airport, and she wouldn't be back for two months.
Seeing Tan Zheng bend down to pick up his gloves and put them on, about to continue with that car, Song Ni closed her eyes tightly. "Honey! I want to see you ride!" It was so embarrassing. When had she, Song Ni, ever lowered herself so much? Tan Zheng was too wicked!
Hearing the word "honey" as he wished, Tan Zheng turned back, smiling at Song Ni, who wore an expression of "brave sacrifice." "Wouldn't it have been easier if you had called earlier?"
Song Ni: ...
"If you say one more word, I'll be tempted to hit you," Tan Zheng said, taking off his gloves again with a smile.
"I'm so scared."
Song Ni: ...
Her hands, hanging at her sides, were clenched into tight fists. She was really about to lose it! If she couldn't beat this scoundrel, she would have already laid hands on him!
Tan Zheng stopped teasing Song Ni. He also knew that their time together was short. Two months of not being able to see each other daily was something even Tan Zheng found disheartening.
The wind was strong outside, and Tan Zheng had to change his clothes. He spent a large part of his time in the modification room, so he had built a shower room there, complete with toiletries and clothes, which was convenient. Tan Zheng went in for a shower, and when he came out, he was wearing a black t-shirt and a windbreaker.
Song Ni followed him into a room filled with racing suits and various protective gear. Tan Zheng picked out a helmet and handed it to Song Ni.
"Huh?"
"I'll take you for a ride."
Song Ni immediately reached out and took it, asking with some curiosity, "Have you taken anyone else for a ride before?" Had other women sat on his back seat?
Tan Zheng chuckled. "No, it's not suitable."
He finally understood what "not suitable" meant after Song Ni sat on the motorcycle. What not suitable! It was extremely unsuitable! The two people in the front and back seats weren't stuck together like glue, but they were very close. Especially the person in the back had to hold onto the waist of the person in front to maintain balance. If he were carrying a man, two big men being this close would inevitably be awkward and uncomfortable. And a woman was even worse! Being this close, it would be impossible not to spark something!
Song Ni's expression turned a little unhappy. "You've really never given anyone else a ride?" What about Li Shang?
Seeing Song Ni's concern, Tan Zheng frowned slightly. Her enthusiasm for motorcycles these past two days was almost too high; he didn't believe it was a sudden whim. He then remembered that day on the mountaintop, Song Ni had chatted with Lu Haoting for a while.
"What do you want to ask, hmm?" Song Ni did indeed care about Li Shang. It wasn't just because she was Tan Zheng's ex-girlfriend, but because Li Shang was a very skilled motorcycle racer. And her own driving was so poor. Song Ni had always been straightforward.
"I heard Li Shang is very good at riding motorcycles."
Tan Zheng raised an eyebrow. He knew it. That kid Lu Haoting couldn't keep his mouth shut, and he would even mention Li Shang to Song Ni. "She is indeed good."
Song Ni: ...
She reached out and fiercely twisted Tan Zheng's waist. "I don't want to hear you praise her."
Tan Zheng's brows furrowed. This little girl really didn't learn her lesson. How many times had he told her not to casually touch a man's waist? "If you keep pinching like this, are you coming to cool me down?"
Song Ni was stunned for a moment before she understood what Tan Zheng meant. She quickly retracted her hand and mumbled, "Even with all this wind, it can't cool you down?" But she couldn't sit steadily without holding Tan Zheng's waist.
The man took her hand back again, his voice low and with a hint of anger. "I told you not to pinch, not to let go."
Song Ni: ...
Why was he getting angry? Wasn't she the one interrogating him now?
After confirming that Song Ni was sitting securely, Tan Zheng placed his hands on the handlebars. "Is it necessary for her to be so good that she sits on my back seat?"
Song Ni's eyes lit up, but she still huffed. "Who knows?"
"No, there's only you, and from now on, there will only be you."
With that, Tan Zheng started the engine, revved it with a roar, and set off, twisting the throttle more and more. The wind howled past, and Song Ni had no time to think of anything else. She could only lean forward and tightly embrace the man's waist. Her mind went blank. All she could hear was the wildness of the wind. The world seemed to have been reformatted, leaving no trace. It was a vast, white expanse. In this world, only she and Tan Zheng remained. Only the firm waist beneath her hands was real. Only his body temperature was warm. They seemed to be on the run.
(End of Chapter)