Zhao Jingjing, although not in pajamas like last night, was wearing a short skirt today.
Now, sitting on the motorcycle, the wind just so happens to lift her skirt.
So she and Wang Xiaoshuai were actually just separated by a layer of underwear.
As Wang Xiaoshuai became uneasy, she sensitively detected it.
At that moment, she couldn't help but think back to the scene of Wang Xiaoshuai holding her last night, and her heartbeat accelerated instantly.
While she was lost in wild thoughts, Li Yifeng took the motorcycle down a slope.
As it happens, the wheel of the motorcycle pressed over a small stone.
The three people on the motorcycle jerked momentarily.
Although the clothes prevented a major mishap, the stimulated Zhao Jingjing couldn't help but moan subconsciously.
Li Yifeng, driving in front, heard it and worried Zhao Jingjing might have been hurt from being jolted, and quickly asked with concern, "Jingjing, are you alright?"