C78 Chen Dafu's Provoke

With a hard kick, Zhao Qingyan rode her bicycle carrying Lin Fei on the uneven and bumpy dirt road.

As the bicycle drove into a small hole, Lin Fei was propped up. As a precaution, he hugged Zhao Qingyan's slim waist with both hands.

Lin Fei could feel the warmth emitted from Zhao Qingyan's body through her thin dress.

A faint fragrance wafted from Zhao Qingyan's body into Lin Fei's nostrils