Chapter 147 - Torturing Singles on the First Day of New Year
Yun Xiangxiang’s mind exploded like the countless fireworks last night. They were beautiful, but she couldn’t capture any coherent thought.
She slowly extended her hand and hooked onto Song Mian’s shoulder from behind. She quietly embraced his warmth and listened to his heartbeat.
“Sister…” Yun Lin’s drawling voice suddenly appeared.
Yun Xiangxiang immediately escaped from Song Mian’s embrace and turned around in horror. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed that only Yun Lin was leaning on the railing, “Why did you come out?”
“I’m also doing my morning practice,”Yun Lin cocked his little face. “Let me tell you a secret. Dad’s already awake when I came out.”
“Your elder sister got that,” Yun Xiangxiang stepped forward and kneaded Yun Lin’s head from the other side of the railing. She quickly ran to Song Mian and ran away with his hand in her hand before Yun Lin could feel upset.
Yun Lin worked with his hair that was messed up by his sister for a while before he managed to style them back. Someone patted his shoulder, “Where’s your sister?”
It turned out that the father and son agreed to accompany Yun Xiangxiang in her morning practice. They planned to train their own bodies for the next few days.
“I saw your dad just now,” Song Mian said to Yun Xiangxiang smilingly after Yun Xiangxiang stopped the bicycle in front of him.
“How did you know that he was my dad?” Yun Xiangxiang was perplexed.
“He ran there with your brother just now,” Song Meng turned his face to the direction where they went.
“Quick. We have to leave here quickly,” Yun Xiangxiang patted the pillion.
“I’m sitting?” He thought that Yun Xiangxiang would be the passenger when she asked him whether he knew how to ride earlier.
Song Mian couldn’t let Yun Xiangxiang force herself when he faced Yun Xiangxiang’s reassuring smile. He pulled her down and rode the bicycle himself.
Yun Xiangxiang didn’t dilly-dally. She mounted the pillion and sat sideways. Her hands wrapped around his waist naturally. “Go straight and turn right in front…”
The rays of sunlight graced the land bit by bit. The bicycle moved forward steadily on the quiet path. The young lady leant intimately on the man’s reliable back.
The man’s eyes were deep. The woman’s long hair danced with the wind. The breeze of dawn whispered gently.
However, there were scarcely anyone on the streets on the morning of the first day of New Year. That meant nobody was able to witness such a sweet and warm scene.