Yes, I did all of this!

"—Besides, it's because I modified my motorcycle that I'm so comfortable lending it to you." Duanmu Mo held onto his motorcycle and straddled her.

"Wow..."

With the added weight of another person on the motorcycle, Xia Yan, gripping the handlebars tightly, could clearly feel the shift in her center of gravity and the pressure on the wheels, causing her to panic for no reason.

"Don't worry." Duanmu Mo leaned forward and placed his hands on the back of Xia Yan's hands.

He wasn't sitting entirely in the back seat; instead, he was sitting in the front seat with Xia Yan, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Therefore, you can also place both feet on the ground to stabilize the motorcycle before it starts moving.

"Start the motorcycle now and drive it for a bit. I'll keep an eye on you." Duanmu Mo rested his chin on Xia Yan's shoulder, and his breath tickled her cheek as he spoke.

"This posture..."

"I'm just trying to stop you from driving recklessly," Duanmu Mo said with a hint of helplessness. "Don't think about these things anymore."

"Hmm... so unromantic~" Xia Yan muttered, but after being flicked on the forehead again, she quietly started driving.

"Turn on the power..." Xia Yan operated the machine carefully, and soon the motorcycle started moving slowly. Duanmu Mo also lifted his leg to let her drive it herself.

"Alas!"

Xia Yan exclaimed in surprise and laughed, "This is much more interesting than motorcycle games!"

After driving steadily for less than ten meters, based on Duanmu Mo's understanding of her, Xia Yan was bound to do something drastic next.

"Hmm..." Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Xia Yan suddenly sped up the motorcycle, making it quickly travel a distance ahead.

Although there was no collision, and Duanmu Mo had anticipated her actions, the sudden acceleration still pressed their bodies tightly together.

The cycling jersey had a lot of protective armor, which was designed to prevent accidental bumps and collisions. When the bodies were pressed together, although you could feel the armor, you could still feel Xia Yan's back through the clothes.

"Hehe, how was it?"

Xia Yan laughed, seemingly already waiting for Duanmu Mo's criticism.

However, Duanmu Mo's tone remained calm: "Do you think I didn't know you would do this?"

"Huh?"

Xia Yan was stunned for a moment, and then, under Duanmu Mo's control, she roared like a wild beast and charged out fiercely.

Amid Xia Yan's scream, the surrounding scenery was rapidly receding, and the oncoming hurricane forced her to close her eyes, but the sound of the wind still blew past her ears, telling her the speed at which she was moving.

This feeling was completely different from before. Xia Yan could clearly feel that it was different when she was sitting behind Duanmu Mo or when she was moving quickly as a magical girl.

This is the feeling of being in control of something, a feeling perhaps experienced by humans thousands of years ago when they first rode horses at full gallop.

Xia Yan's heart was pounding. She wanted to open her eyes, but the hurricane kept her from seeing anything clearly, and all she could hear was the sound of the hurricane.

... But gradually, she heard other sounds. Unlike the violent and chaotic wind, the sound was powerful and steady, and it rang out gently no matter what.

Soon, Xia Yan realized that it wasn't the sound of a motorcycle engine; the sound was coming from behind her—Duanmu Mo's steady heartbeat.

"Hmm..."

After an unknown amount of time, the motorcycle finally stopped at the roadside. Duanmu Mo stabilized the motorcycle with both feet on the ground before releasing Xia Yan's hands.

"Phew—this feeling is quite novel... How does it feel?"

He sighed and patted Xia Yan's head as he spoke.

"Huff..." Xia Yan panted for a while before her body gradually relaxed.

"...If only I had known, I would have worn a helmet earlier."

She took a deep breath and leaned forward onto the motorcycle, revealing the curve of her back to Duanmu Mo without any defenses.

"Ha... what a unique experience." Xia Yan turned her head and looked at Duanmu Mo behind her.

“If you had behaved yourself, I wouldn’t have gone this fast all of a sudden.” Duanmu Mo placed his hands naturally on the lines of her back. “So, shall we go again?”

"Um......"

Chapter 551: The Moonlight is Beautiful

Precious time passes so easily; before you know it, time flies by. From the bright morning until dusk, Xia Yan finally settled down.

"Ugh, I'm hungry~"

In front of Duanmu Mo, Xia Yan leaned against the roadside railing and suddenly unzipped her cycling jersey, revealing her smooth skin, damp with sweat, and her dark sports bra.

Under the still chilly sky, her warm and damp rosy skin was exposed to the air as she zipped up her jacket, the sweat-drenched skin emitting a noticeable mist.

"Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Duanmu Mo looked at Xia Yan's appearance for a few more seconds before calmly looking away.

"Oh?" Seeing Duanmu Mo's gaze, Xia Yan suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled slyly, "Could it be that you... are mesmerized?"

"A little." Duanmu Mo nodded calmly. "After all, you can't say it's ugly."

"What do you mean 'can't say she's ugly'?!" Xia Yan's face darkened, and she said unhappily, "I'm quite confident in my own looks, aren't I!"

"That's undeniable." Duanmu Mo stopped his motorcycle, took Xia Yan's hoodie out of the motorcycle's storage box, and handed it to her: "Here, be careful not to catch a cold in this weather. I'll take you to eat nearby."

"Okay..." Xia Yan zipped up her cycling jersey and put on a hoodie.

Wearing a one-piece cycling outfit and this hoodie on top, the combination was quite suitable. Besides, after sweating all day, Xia Yan did feel cold.

Without transforming to stay warm, Xia Yan shrank back as a cold wind blew by, and quickly came up behind Duanmu Mo: "Hurry, hurry, I'm starving."

"Let's get in the car." Duanmu Mo didn't hesitate and got on the motorcycle, letting Xia Yan sit behind him.

. . . . . .

I rode my motorcycle forward until I finally left the highway and entered the neighborhood.

After finding a shop to sit down, Duanmu Mo chatted with the owner for a while:

"Oh, Mr. Duanmu, it's been a while. Are you here for dinner with your friends?"

"Yes, let's have a private room. This set meal is for two people; we're a bit hungry."

"Okay, I'll serve the food right away!"

The boss nodded and led Duanmu Mo and Xia Yan to the private room.

"Is it your client again?" Xia Yan glanced at Duanmu Mo and asked.

"Yes, is it strange?" Duanmu Mo took off his trench coat indoors and sat down in a chair to ask.

"...To be honest, I'm used to it." Xia Yan shook her head and sat down in the chair with an air of nonchalance.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. After Duanmu Mo told the waiter to come in, Xia Yan began to wolf down her food.

"Mmm... It feels so good to eat after exercising all day. Even now, my body is starving." Xia Yan ate a piece of meat, revealing a blissful expression.

After stepping halfway into the ranks of ancient magical girls, Xia Yan's body underwent subtle changes. Although she was not easily hungry, her body would still remind her when she lacked energy. For example, like now, her digestive system had become more efficient, and the food she ate was digested quickly.

If an ordinary person ate like this, their stomach would eventually become uncomfortable or even get sick, but it's a different story for Xia Yan.

Duanmu Mo also ate a little, but Xia Yan was left to prepare the two-person set meal: "Eat more vegetables, a balanced diet is also very important."

Xia Yan didn't answer, she just buried her head in her food.

Gradually, she exhaled, took off her hoodie and unzipped it, giving her stomach some room: "Ha—I didn't feel it when I was riding my bike, but now I suddenly feel that this shirt is a bit tight."

“It’s good that you don’t feel anything. Otherwise, you’ll only feel uncomfortable riding a bike in unprofessional clothes. Besides, this is cycling clothing, which doesn’t take into account everyday situations,” Duanmu Mo said, taking a sip of his drink.

"And what about you?" Xia Yan said vaguely, "You usually wear a trench coat with such a long hem, don't you find it troublesome to ride a bike? What if the trench coat gets caught in the wheel?"

Duanmu Mo shook his head: "I'm very confident in my driving skills. Besides, a dress with a long hem..."

"—He gives off a strong aura, right?" Before he could finish speaking, Xia Yan interrupted Duanmu Mo, saying:

“We say this every time we ask you what you like, I’ve memorized it.”

Duanmu Mo didn't expect Xia Yan to say that. He paused for a moment and gave a weak rebuttal: "Ahem... I can wear ordinary clothes too."

Xia Yan looked at Duanmu Mo's current outfit. Usually, besides trench coats, the inner clothing he wore was also very diverse, thanks to Shen Wuyin's choices. Now he was wearing a gray vest and a white shirt, which looked quite tasteful.

"Yin picked all these out for you, right?" Xia Yan said. "Your fashion sense used to be really bad; even I could tell back then."

"What is this, self-deprecation?" Duanmu Mo didn't care much about Xia Yan's comments. He had already put down his chopsticks and pushed the food to Xia Yan: "You eat these, I'm full."

"Hmm~"

Xia Yan nodded and continued eating, then asked, "Are you going to ride your bike again tonight?"

"Do you want to go?" Duanmu Mo didn't care, since he didn't have any plans for the day anyway.

"Riding a little longer isn't a bad idea," Xia Yan said, licking her lips. "Riding at night is a great experience too."

"Whatever you like." Duanmu Mo glanced out the window; it was already getting dark.

After waiting a while, Xia Yan slumped into a chair, stroking her abdomen with a satisfied sound:

"I'm full! I'm so full!"

Despite eating so much, Xia Yan's stomach was only slightly swollen, and it would probably return to normal in a little while.

"Speaking of which, is there a reason why you like motorcycles so much?" Duanmu Mo asked, sitting quietly in his chair and looking at Xia Yan.

"Huh? Because he's really handsome." Xia Yan looked at Duanmu Mo and shrugged. "I want to learn because he's handsome. There's no other reason. Maybe I'll lose interest and stop learning motorcycles soon, so don't blame me then."

"It's alright, interest is also very important." Duanmu Mo didn't care. Sometimes, the joy of a momentary interest is greater than the joy of acting for a certain purpose.

He glanced at his watch and said, "It's so late. How was your rest? If you're feeling better, shall we continue?"

"Okay, let's ride a few more laps and then go home!"

Xia Yan stood up abruptly, zipped up her hoodie, put it back on, and smiled expectantly.

After paying the bill, the two left and rode their motorcycle back to the highway they had just left.

However, some noise came from some distance away from the highway, including blaring horns and music that made people frown.

Xia Yan turned her head and looked in the direction from which the sounds came.

Behind the two, a number of vehicles followed, mostly motorcycles, with some cars mixed in.

However, these vehicles have obviously undergone flashy modifications, with colorful lights flashing, as if they are afraid that others will not notice them.

"Those are..."

“A genuine biker gang.” Duanmu Mo glanced at the rearview mirror and said calmly, “People who modify their vehicles, ride in groups, and cause a ruckus on the streets. Simply put, they are thrill-seeking teenagers, and that road is also a favorite gathering place for them.”

In Kamishiro City, thrill-seekers like this are not uncommon. For them, the thrill of racing can relieve boredom, and in these days when strange people are frequently active, it can also dispel their anxiety.