Chapter 48: Motorcycle Night Ride

"Yan!" Di Xingchen shouted in surprise.

Yan Zhi smiled, and his tired look disappeared in an instant.

"Di Xingchen."

Di Xingchen smiled and said, "Why are you here?"

It's not like he's here to play a trick on him too.

"Came here to see my cousin." Yan Zhi said.

Di Xingchen smiles and says, "What a coincidence then."

"Yeah, what a coincidence." Yan Zhi looks at him with a smile, hangs his helmet on the handlebars and asks, "Is your house around here, why are you skating around."

"I came out for a walk. My house is far from here."

Yan Zhi just looked at Di Xingchen and smiled, without speaking, with gentle, calm eyes.

"Where are you going?" Di Xingchen asked with a smile.

Yan Zhi said, "Get ready to go back."

He didn't wait for Di Xingchen to speak, but asked, "Where are you going, I'll drive you."

"No need," Di Xingchen said, "I'm going to the school, my classmate is going back home, there are two pots of flowers in the dormitory, he's afraid he won't make it through the winter vacation, so he asked me to take them home and help him take care of them."

"I'll drive you there." Yan Zhi then gave him his helmet, "Get up here."

Di Xingchen didn't turn him down and said, "You wear it, you're more famous than me, don't let your fans recognize you."

Yan Zhi snapped his head off without saying a word.

Bullying is really a trait of all male leads, isn't it?

"You wear it." Di Xingchen says, "Riding a motorcycle without a helmet is now penalized when the police see you, right?"

"There's another one in the side box." Yan Zhi said.

Di Xingchen tilted his head slightly, Yan Zhi lowered his head and buckled him in, then opened the side-box and pulled out another red helmet and put it on.

It's true that it's cold on the outside and hot on the inside Haitang attack, the helmet actually has such a flirty color.

Yan Zhi rode a heavy motorcycle, very heavy and big, Di Xingchen straddled it and Yan Zhi told him where to step.

The whole seat is a bit low in the front and high in the back, after he sat on it, he was slightly higher than Yan Zhi, and through the helmet, he could smell the faint fragrance of Yan Zhi's body.

It smelled a lot like the bottle of perfume that was given to him, which was especially nice.

"Sit tight." Yan Zhi said.

Riding a motorcycle and riding an electric car is a completely different feeling, the main thing is that the sense of security is much lower all of a sudden, as if the slightest bit faster they will be thrown off the feeling.

As soon as the car started, Di Xingchen reached out and grabbed Yan Zhi's shirt.

Yan Zhi wore a biker suit, very close to the body, was so grabbed by him, but the body suddenly moved, immediately turned back to look at him, look very strange look.

Di Xingchen didn't expect Yan Zhi to react so strongly, so he let go of his hand.

He knows Jinjiang male lead is very sensitive, did not expect the Haitang family also have this characteristic.

But yeah, this kind of characteristics, I guess it's all Haitang basic operation, so it's not specially emphasized like Jinjiang male lead.

Yan Zhi's ears reddened slightly and she said, "Hold on."

"I see you're not used to it."

"It's okay, just a shock." Yan Zhi pursed her lips and added, "Grab and go."

The motorcycle made a very cool roar and suddenly leaped out, Di Xingchen was startled and immediately grabbed Yan Zhi's waist.

Yan Zhi's waist is lean.

Because it was already past the time for a walk, there weren't many pedestrians on this north-south thoroughfare, but Di Xingchen, who wasn't accustomed to riding a motorcycle, still felt it was a bit too fast, and kept telling Yan Zhi, "Slow down, slow down, slow down."

"That's not fast."

They drive a motorcycle, the figure is to pull the wind and speed to bring the feeling of cool. But this is a village in the middle of the city, so you can't let go of it at all.

"That's still more blocks." Di Xingchen said.

Yan Zhi suddenly didn't want to go straight to the Chinese dance.

He had a feeling he wanted to run away with Di Xingchen.

Thinking thus, he saw a fork in the road ahead, and he turned the corner.

Di Xingchen asked through his helmet, "Where are you going?"

"I'll show you how fast it can go!" Yan Zhi exclaimed.

This is the first time he saw Yan Zhi pulling his voice and talking loudly, as if the whole person all of a sudden let go, driving a motorcycle Yan Zhi, completely like a different person, as if all of a sudden from a gentle gentleman into a bad boy.

That's the contrasting appeal of Haitang's male lead, I guess!

It would be nice to show Hu Ying and the others sometime.

The motorcycle passed through a narrow black street and in a short time it reached Seaside Drive.

It's a big road, right next to the shoreline, heading west, not even a stoplight all the way after the first overpass, and is a favorite road for South Side racing fans.

Yan Zhi suddenly increased the gas pedal, the motorcycle launched a windy roar, the roar Di Xingchen heard all of a sudden excited.

Being a man, who can resist the roar of the gas pedal being pressed to the floor.

His adrenaline shot up, and fear, and excitement, and the wind was so strong he felt like he was going to be blown out, and he yelled to Yan Zhi, "Slow down slow down."

But Yan Zhi didn't seem to hear him, and an indulgent and aggressive mood suddenly rose in his heart. The more Di Xingchen told him to slow down, the faster he drove, the more he drove, without the slightest desire to take pity on him. The front encountered a turn, he increased the throttle, the motorcycle suddenly tilted inward.

Seriously, Di Xingchen felt like he was going to fly out of the car with him the next moment, so he tightened his arm around Yan Zhi's waist and his heart was in his throat.

Yan Zhi laughed. The motorcycle swished around the corner and straightened out in an instant.

It turns out that driving your favorite person on your favorite motorcycle is what it feels like.

Yan Zhi, carrying Di Xingchen, drove on and on along the coastline.

Like driving to the end of the world.

There's no Huo Cheng, Hu Ying, or any variety show, just the two of them, two people who know each other in real life.

Probably because he has been sitting for a long time, his trust in the rider is getting stronger and stronger. This kind of somewhat dangerous and exciting ride can build a sense of trust more quickly than in everyday life, Di Xingchen gradually relaxed and began to concentrate on experiencing the coolness of this kind of million motorcycle, goggles reflecting the light of the street lamps, Mingming dark, the street lamps continue to recede, the tall buildings and trees continue to recede, the only thing that seems to be still and motionless is the distant sea, rippling in the moonlight The sea seems to be still in the distance, rippling and undulating in the moonlight.

Yan Zhi glanced down at the hand clasped around his abdomen, and Di Xingchen leaned his entire body against his back.

He didn't like physical contact with people, and this was the first time he'd ever carried someone on a motorcycle, and he was actually nervous, scared, and excited.

It's just a shame they can't keep driving around aimlessly like this; later, later on, when there's another chance, he'll drive Di Xingchen on a road trip, running the desert Gobi.

When they stopped at the south gate of China Dance, Di Xingchen got out of the car and realized that his legs were a bit weak, and Yan Zhi's waist was stained with sweat from his palms.

He took off his helmet and couldn't help but say, "Can't stand it."

Yan Zhi took off his helmet and smiled at him.

Di Xingchen's face was flushed and her frontal hair was a little wet, as if she had just experienced a very intense event.

"I didn't control myself for a moment and drove too fast." Yan Zhi said.

"This is my first time on a motorcycle, and it's a bit overwhelming to come so hard for the first time." Di Xingchen said.

This would have all been a normal conversation, but Yan Zhi's heart just warmed up when she heard him say first time or something, and took the helmet Di Xingchen handed over and said, "Go find your classmates, I'll wait for you here."

Di Xingchen shook his legs and waited for him to get used to the feeling of landing on the ground before he went inside the school, and about ten minutes later, he came out of the south gate holding two pots of flowers.

Just as he came out, he saw a girl with a cell phone piping Yan Zhi for WeChat.

Yan Zhi can't really see his face with his helmet on, but he probably looks so cool and his locomotive is so cool that he's attracting peaches.

He heard Yan Zhi say to the girl, "Sorry, got a date."

The girl was generous, too, and smiled and said, "It's okay."

Di Xingchen walked up after the girl had left.

"Peachy." He joked.

Yan Zhi said, "Not as much as you."

Di Xingchen was carrying two pots of flowers, so it was a bit inconvenient to take a motorcycle. But Yan Zhi insisted on giving him a ride. Di Xingchen got on and put the flowers between them. The flower pots were a bit dirty and stained Yan Zhi's jacket. He knew that Yan Zhi was a clean freak, so he wiped it twice with his sleeve.

Yan Zhi walks him downstairs, looks up and asks, "What floor do you live on?"

"Fourth floor." Di Xingchen says, "Do you want to go up and sit down?"

"It's too late." Yan Zhi said, "Next time."

"Hoshi!"

Di Xingchen suddenly heard his mom calling him, looked up and saw Zhai's mom looking at him from the window.

She was drying clothes on the balcony when she heard the sound of a motorcycle and glanced downstairs, only to see her son and a strange man.

"My mom." Di Xingchen said.

When Yan Zhi heard this, he immediately got off the motorcycle, took off his helmet, and called out, "Hello Auntie."

"Good ...... good ......" Seeing Yan Zhi's eyebrows, Zhai's mother's eyes went wide.

Isn't that Yan Zhi?

Even though she wasn't wearing her glasses, she recognized him right away.

This is too handsome, in a biker suit, with broad shoulders and long legs, and an upright posture.

She hurriedly waved secretly for Papa Zhai to come over and look.

"Another one!" She said to Papa Zhai.

The two couples looked down together and saw Di Xingchen talking to Yan Zhi, holding two pots of flowers.

That scene looked too good to be true under the streetlight.

Yan Zhi looked up again and saw the two couples of the Zhai family, this time bowing respectfully and shallowly, "Good-bye uncle and aunt."

"Come up and sit for a while." Zhai's mom shouted.

Yan Zhi smiled and said, "No, it's too late, I'll come back to visit my aunt and uncle next time."

He is a completely different type from Pei Xu, and a completely different type from Huo Cheng, who is gentle, handsome, and has a calm demeanor.

Because they were conversing upstairs and downstairs, they caused one of the neighbors next to them to poke their heads out and watch.

Yan Zhi straddled the motorcycle, "Let's go."

Di Xingchen nodded.

Once home, Di Xingchen was surrounded by his Zhai father and mother.

"Isn't that Yan Zhi?Why is he here too?!" Zhai's mom asked.

"It just so happened that I ran into him on my way to school." Di Xingchen said.

Is it really such a coincidence that it wasn't specifically to find him? Zhai's mom was puzzled.

But tomorrow is going to record again. Couples also much to say anything, afraid of originally just good feelings between friends, were they to love not love on the pull, Di Xingchen in turn really misunderstanding, trapped in.

After all, this one is just too good to be true, isn't it?

Jesus Christ, where does the show find these people.

The motorcycle stopped at the entrance to Changping Village, and Yan Zhi sat down on the motorcycle and looked back in the direction of Di Xingchen's house. He took off his helmet and replaced it with the one Di Xingchen had just worn.

The smell of Di Xingchen seemed to remain in his head, and he buttoned up his hat, looked up, and saw a crescent moon above his head, and an extremely bright North Star.

Everyone knows that he Yan Zhi is famous for his abstinence, excessive cleanliness, his clothes and shoes are always so clean, and his closet room is always so neat. Whether in the eyes of fans and teammates, or in the eyes of relatives and friends, he looks so gentle and gentlemanly.

But only he knew that another hidden world inside him hid another him with an extreme longing for love.

He wants to lock Di Xingchen away in a world of sensuality, day and night.

How clean his body is, how heavy his evil thoughts are. If it's all released, will Di Xingchen be afraid.

He himself felt overzealous, a little appalling, and probably no one could stand it.

He rode his motorcycle, racing down Linhai Avenue with a roar that shook the darkness of the night and blended with the sound of the waves.

Love, if it has a shape, his love, must be a tsunami.