Looking at the motorcycle before him, Qin Hai hesitated. It wasn't that he feared the girl's driving skills were inadequate, but rather that there were no grab handles on the motorcycle, meaning that after he got on, he would have no choice but to hold onto the girl's waist to avoid falling off.
It was their first meeting, he didn't even know her name, and he was supposed to just wrap his arms around her—this seemed somewhat inappropriate.
"Hurry up and get on, what are you dawdling for? They're going to catch up any minute now!" The girl glanced back at Qin Hai, her beautiful eyes peeking out from under the helmet.
Well, if the lady herself didn't mind, why was he fussing so much?
Qin Hai directly straddled the back seat of the motorcycle, and his hands naturally wrapped around the girl's waist.