C477 Lu Yunqing

Su Jingyi tensed up, and her hands couldn't help but grip the hem of his shirt tightly as she stuck to his back with a "Hua" sound.

The gentle touch and faint fragrance of the girl instantly overflowed Lu Yunqing's nose.

He had chosen the right motorcycle.

Even if he sat in the car, he might not be able to get so close to her after eight tries