In the early morning of City B, the sky was slightly brighter, and the busy figures of working people on the streets gradually increased, and a new day of life was about to begin.

Some people hold a pancake in their hands and rush to the subway station while gnawing; some people carry a briefcase in one hand and a child who is about to go to school in the other.

The whole city is still rotating constantly like gears, and no one can notice anything unusual in life.

The woman's motorcycle is so fast that people passing by can hardly see their existence, and they shuttle through the streets of the metropolitan city like a beam of light and shadow.

Jialong shed a lot of blood and collapsed on the back seat of the motorcycle. He had no strength to communicate with the woman, and the two of them were speechless along the way.

The woman has a very good figure, and the tight motorcycle suit wrapped around her body further highlights the attractive body curve.

Jialong was embarrassed to touch this woman. Even though he felt that he might be thrown off the motorcycle at any time, he would hold the handle of the back as tight as possible and keep a certain distance from the woman's back.

The extraordinary speed of this car caused the scene on both sides to be drawn into rapid light that could not be captured with the naked eye.

The air that was galloping by was like a rushing flood, rushing past her with great strength. Jialong hid behind the woman, curled up, squinted his eyes, and did not dare to show his head.

The woman skillfully controls the motorcycle and flexibly controls the direction.

The sound of the motorcycle engine is no longer a rumbling sound, but a sharp and harsh like a boiling pot of water.

The woman's hair was black and straight, flowing out from the edge of the helmet like silk, and the airflow brought by the motorcycle mixed with refreshing fragrance hit Jialong's face from time to time.

This fragrance is like spring breeze, which intoxicates Jialong's heart.

Jialong's nervous heart was relieved for a moment, and for a moment his thoughts were brought into the youthful time in junior high school. It seemed that he was standing on the basketball court on campus at this time, dribbling, passing by, shooting, and showing off with confidence under the goddess's gaze.

Just as Jialong was in a daze, the motorcycle suddenly stopped, and the light on both sides gradually became a concrete scene.

"ah!"

Jialong screamed and was suddenly thrown forward.

The woman turned around and hugged Jialong. Due to strong inertia, Jialong's head rushed towards the woman's chest uncontrollably!

For a moment, Jialong's face was buried among two tight and elastic pieces of flesh, and the refreshing fragrance that floated from him seemed to have been cast by magic, making Jialong dizzy.

this!

Jialong calmed down and realized what kind of picture was frozen at this moment.

His heart began to thump.

Because Jialong was weak and unable to move his posture independently, his mind was in a mess at this moment.

I won’t think I’m a pervert, right? I don’t have the same advantage as I do!

Just as Jialong thought.

The woman suddenly turned sideways and carried him on her back. The sudden movement caused Jialong's wound to be pulled hard, and Jialong moaned in pain.

The woman noticed Jialong's discomfort and asked with her head tilted:

"Ou, brother, did you care about you?"

"No...it's okay..."

Jialong answered with a grudge against the woman, but secretly glad that the woman hadn't rewarded him with a slap from the sanctioned gangster just now.

Putting it on the woman's back, Jialong felt something strange in his lower body, as if something was getting harder. Jialong was a little panicked. He was afraid that the woman would have some insight, so he endured the pain and moved his arm, trying to put his right hand in his pocket.

"Have you over and we'll be here soon."

Although the woman's voice was a little dull, she could feel her fresh and sweet temperament.

Although this woman was extremely powerful and didn't know what principle she used to drive the motorcycle so rapidly, she made Jialong feel a sense of trust without resistance.

The strange events these days have made Jialong lose his soul. It was not until he met this woman that Jialong felt relieved, but the premise was that this woman should not feel her firmness at this moment...

Somehow, Jialong felt in a dark sense that this woman would not hurt her. She must be like a hero who stepped on colorful auspicious clouds in the movie to save herself from water and fire.

However, Jialong never thought that he would be at a loss now and would need to be saved by a woman.

Jialong felt like a baby in front of this woman, at her mercy, but he was not disgusted with it in his heart.

Fierce pains caused Jialong to twitch at times, and he looked at the changing scenery in front of him weakly.

The woman carried her into the elevator in an apartment and pressed the button on the 15th floor.

When she arrived at the 15th floor, the woman took out a blue room card and scanned it, the door opened automatically with a jingle.

Jialong's whole body was so painful that he was numb, and he even felt that his body no longer belonged to him.

The woman gently placed Jialong on the wide sofa, supported her waist, and gasped and said:

"Wait a minute, I'll call the uncle."

After saying that, she turned around and ran to another room.

The wounds on his body made Jialong unable to move. He could only struggle to move his neck in a small way, observing the surrounding environment as much as possible.

The decoration of the house is very modern, comfortable and simple. The overall color of the decoration is mainly beige and white, which is very bright. The sunshine in the house is very abundant, making people feel warm.

Jialong lay flat and stared blankly at the ceiling.

The fragrance of rice wafted over, and sometimes I heard the crisp touch of the pot and bowl.

At this time, the thick voice of the middle-aged man came from the other end of the room:

"Lulu, don't block me, hurry! Quick!"

Jialong twisted his neck and saw a man over fifty years old running out of the house with a plate. There was a stream of heat coming out of the plate. It seemed that the food that had just been cooked was filled, which looked very hot.

The man hurriedly placed the plate on the table in the living room.

The man is of medium figure, slightly fat, with a slightly gray beard on his face, and his curly silver-gray hair is messy and thick.

The man's nose is not big but very delicate. He has a pair of frameless round glasses that look very ancient, and his small eyes are kindly narrowed into two curved lines. His face is round, and his whole temperament makes people feel very at ease.

The man was wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt with a pink apron around it. His bulging belly pushed the apron into a round hill bag, which looked a bit funny.

He saw Jialong lying on the sofa and said kindly:

"Young man! I asked Lulu to get you medicine. You will get better later. After applying the medicine, you will have breakfast together!"

After saying that, the man made an OK gesture, he turned around and entered the kitchen.

Jialong said thank you weakly.

"Uncle, is the medicine for the compound wound contained in this bottle?"

A woman's voice came from the room on the other end of the room. Jialong quickly rolled his eyes and looked over.

The woman walked out of the house with a blue glass bottle and raised the bottle high.

Only then did Jialong see a woman's appearance. Rather than saying a woman, she should be called a girl more accurately.

The girl's face is very charming, her nose is tall, her face is very clear, her skin is fair, and her big eyes reveal a spiritual light, which is standard like a doll.

Her body is well-proportioned and tall, with her soft black hair hanging naturally until her waist. Her ears playfully emerge from her hair, looking like an elf.

The girl is still wearing that black leather motorcycle suit, looking cool.

Jialong looked at the girl dumbly, as if there were countless invisible hooks on her body, and it firmly tied his eyes. This kind of girl with spiritual energy was really something Jialong had never seen before.

Thinking of his embarrassing look just now, Jialong couldn't help but feel red and hot on his face.

"Not this, the green bottle, this is for the treatment of burns."

The middle-aged man said while taking off his apron.

"I'll go find it, you girl is always confused."

After saying that, the middle-aged man walked into the house. The girl turned her face to him and said with a frown.

"You always make so many bottles and jars, so complicated, who can remember what they are used for!"

The middle-aged man came out of the room inside the room, stretched out his index finger, and gently tapped the girl's head.

The girl pouted at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man ignored him and returned to the house to find the green bottle of potion.

At this time, the girl turned around, waved to Jialong, showed a bright smile, and said happily:

"My name is Guan Lu, where are you?"

The girl spoke straightforwardly without any concealment, but her words and deeds were not lost in her friendly manner.

Jialong felt that the girl greeted her, just like the kindergarten children greeting each other, revealing a purity that was incompatible with the adult world. Jialong was careless about the girl's pure and lively temperament. He endured the faint pain, forced a smile, and replied weakly:

"My name is...Jalong..."
Chapter completed!