As soon as the medicine was put down, the car window was knocked. Ding Yiyi got into the car and wore a hat and muttered: "Qiubai has always asked me to wear a hat, how could anyone recognize me!"

"That's not necessarily." Ye Chuyun blinked at her, and the car was driving smoothly on the road. Ding Yiyi saw that the glove box seemed to be not tightened, and she was about to reach out to push it tighter, and the other hand next to her pushed the glove box faster.

The glove box made a bang, and both of them were stunned. The air was a little stagnant. Ding Yiyi felt guilty. She thought she and Ye Chuyun were very familiar with each other, and relied on the other's love for her, so she naturally pushed the glove box just now and forgot that what was in the box might be someone else's private items.

"Sorry." Ye Chuyun knew what she was thinking when she looked at her expression. She wanted to explain to her but didn't know how to say it.

It was not until the destination that the atmosphere in the car calmed down. Ding Yiyi happily walked towards the garage with Ye Chuyun, and a car was covered with plastic cloth in the corner of the garage.

Ye Chuyun put his hand on the plastic cloth, and the blue veins could be seen vaguely pounding, and his fingers were trembling slightly. Since he knew he had a heart disease, he had subconsciously not touched these things again. He didn't want to die yet.

The plastic cloth was suddenly lifted up, and Ding Yiyi grabbed a corner of the plastic cloth in her hand and smiled at him. Ye Chuyun came back to her senses and reached out to pull down the other end of the plastic cloth.

A Buell's EBR1190 heavy motorcycle stood proudly, telling its glorious past. Ye Chuyun gently stroked the lines on the motorcycle, as if he felt the pleasure of galloping freely on the runway.

A helmet was thrown over to him, and Ding Yiyi smiled and said, "Let's go!"

He nodded slightly, stepped onto the motorcycle, and felt the person behind him sit firmly. He whispered, "Hold me tight."

After a while, a pair of hands gently wrapped around his waist and abdomen from behind, with a hint of tension. He smiled, and the car rushed away like an arrow. The strong wind in winter squeezed his skin through the heavy clothes. Ding Yiyi suddenly hugged Ye Chuyun's waist and abdomen, and he could vaguely hear his low laughter.

The car ran all the way until it was parked in an abandoned open space. Ding Yiyi took off her helmet and looked at Ye Chuyun's side face, feeling that the other party's face was a little pale.

"Are you okay?" The two of them were very close, and she could even see the light green capillaries under Ye Chuyun's white neck.

Ye Chuyun wanted to turn his head and talk to her, but forgot that the two were very close to each other. His lips almost brushed against Ding Yiyi, and both of them were stunned.

Ye Chuyun looked at her in a tilted head, his heart became restless, and her breathing gently blew, making him extremely eager to lean further.

He turned his head slightly and slowly approached the two sweet cherry lips. Ding Yiyi's pupils suddenly expanded, and she suddenly leaned back to avoid the upcoming kiss.

Ye Chuyun did not continue, and even his posture did not change. His bangs covered his left eye, making people unable to see his expression. He is strange now, and Ding Yiyi got off the car a little embarrassedly.

She wanted to escape, but Ye Chuyun didn't give her this opportunity. He grabbed her hand and when the force was transferred, she had to look directly at herself, "Why! Since you don't like me, why do you still come out with me and make me not give up?"

His brain clamored that it was definitely not like this, he didn't think so! He also saw Ding Yiyi suddenly opened her eyes wide, with unbelievable eyes, but he couldn't control her. His life might not be that long. It was because of this that he wanted to hold on to something tightly before leaving. He hoped that one day when he turned into dust, there was at least one person who remembered him besides his relatives, and this person, he only wanted Ding Yiyi.

The pain on the arm is far more uncomfortable than the psychological pain. Ding Yiyi looked at him, "I'm really sorry if I let you think so."

She wanted to pretend to be careless, but tears rolled in her eyes with the words. What else did she want to say? A finger covered her soft pink lips.
Chapter completed!