The Warmth and Satisfaction of Riding The Bicycle

It was the end of summer, and autumn was about to start. In the afternoon, the citizens of Ning An City would frequently see Young Master Xie riding a bicycle and taking his wife out for a ride.

They had almost become the most attractive scenery in Ning An City.

Although the two of them went out alone, there were hundreds of guards protecting them secretly.

Having nursed her injuries for a long time, the wound on Yun Bixue's leg had healed and was much better. A scab had already formed, but Xie Limo was still worried. That was why he was personally dressing the wound on her leg and head.

Yun Bixue felt that she was becoming as fragile as a little porcelain doll. However, she was still grateful for Xie Limo's efforts and perseverance. It was difficult to change his mind, so she could only listen to him.