On Thursday morning, the sun had just risen, and the brilliant morning light shone on Jasmine Lin.
Sit on the back seat of the bicycle as usual, holding Ethan Shen’s waist and forehead against his back.
The whistling sound in my ears.
“Hurry up, you will be late.” Jasmine Lin poked his head out of his waist.
“Blam me?” Ethan Shen asked.
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