CH 48

" Brother Yan!" Di Xingchen shouted in surprise.

Yan Zhi then smiled, his tired look disappearing in an instant.

" Di Xingchen ."

Di Xingchen smiled and said, "What are you doing here?"

It's not like they've come to play with him too.

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

Di Xingchen smiled and said, "What a coincidence then."

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

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

Yan Zhi just looked at Di Xingchen and smiled, without speaking, his eyes gentle and quiet. "Where are you going?" Di Xingchen asks with a smile.

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

Without waiting for Di Xingchen to say anything, he asked, "Where are you going, I'll drive you there."

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

"I'll drive you there." Yan Zhi then gave him his helmet: "Come on up."

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

Yan Zhi, without saying a word, slapped him on the head.

Dominance is really a trait of all male protagonists, isn't it?

"You wear it." Di Xingchen said, "Nowadays it's punishable to ride a motorbike without a helmet if the police see you, right?"

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

Di Xingchen tilted his head slightly, Yan Zhi looked down and buckled him in, opened the side case again, took out the other red helmet and put it on.

The helmet comes in such a flirty colour.

Yan Zhi was riding a heavy motorbike, very heavy and big, and Di Xingchen stepped on it and Yan Zhi told him where to pedal.

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

It smells very much like the bottle of perfume that was given to him and smells particularly good.

"Sit tight." Yan Zhi said.

The main thing is that you feel much less safe, as if you are going to be thrown off the bike if you go a little faster. As soon as the bike started, Di Xingchen reached out and grabbed Yan Zhi's shirt.

Yan Zhi was wearing a biker suit that was very snug, but when he grabbed his like that, his body suddenly moved and he immediately looked back at him with an odd look on his face.

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

He knew jjwxc that the male lead was very sensitive, but he didn't expect the Longma's to have this trait as well.

But yes, this kind of feature, I guess, is all Longma's basic operation, so there is no special emphasis on it like the jjwxc male owner did.

Yan Zhi's ears flushed slightly and he said, "Hold on."

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

"Nothing, just a shock." Yan Zhi pursed his lips and added, "Hold on, let's go."

Di Xingchen was so shocked that he immediately grabbed Yan Zhi's waist.

Yan Zhi's waist is lean.

The north-south avenue was not crowded with pedestrians as it was already past the time for a walk, but Di Xingchen, who was not used to riding a motorbike, felt that it was going a bit too fast and kept telling Yan Zhi, "Slow down, slow down."

"It's not exactly fast."

They drive motorbikes for the style and the feeling of speed. But this is an urban village, so you simply can't drive with abandon.

"That's still an extra block." Di Xingchen said.

Yan Zhi suddenly doesn't want to go straight to the Central Dance Academy.

He has the feeling that he wants to elope with Di Xingchen.

With this in mind, seeing a fork in the road ahead, he turned the corner.

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

"Take a taste of how fast you can go!" Yan Zhi exclaims.

It was the first time he had ever seen Yan Zhi speak loudly at the top of his lungs, as if he had let go all of a sudden. Yan Zhi, who drove the motorbike, was a completely different person, as if he had changed from a gentle gentleman to a bad boy all of a sudden.

That's the contrast charm of the Longma male lead!

It would be great if Hu Ying and the others could see it too.

The motorbike crosses a narrow black street and in no time at all it is on Seaside Road.

It's a big road, right next to the coastline, heading west, without even a traffic light all the way after the first flyover, and a favourite road for racing fans in the Southside.

Yan Zhi suddenly increased the throttle and the motorbike roared to life, a roar that excited Di Xingchen.

Who can resist the roar of the throttle to the floor, if you're a man.

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

The more Di Xingchen asked him to slow down, the faster he drove, the faster he drove, without any feeling of pity. Ahead of him there was a bend in the road, he increased the throttle and the bike suddenly leaned inwards.

Di Xingchen felt like he was going to fly off with his car the next moment, so he wrapped his arms around Yan Zhi's waist and his heart was in his throat.

Yan Zhi, however, smiled. The bike swung around the corner with a whoosh and righted itself instantly.

So this is what it feels like to drive your favourite motorbike with your favourite person.

Yan Zhi drove Di Xingchen all the way along the coastline.

Like driving to the end of the world.

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

It's probably because the trust in the rider has grown over time from sitting on it. This somewhat dangerous and exciting ride builds trust more quickly than everyday life. Di Xingchen gradually relaxed and began to concentrate on the exhilaration of this million-dollar motorbike. The goggles reflected the light from the street lamps, bright and dim, which kept receding, as did the tall buildings and trees, except for the sea which seemed to stand still in the distance, rippling and undulating in the moonlight.

Yan Zhi glanced down at the hand clasped to his abdomen, and Di Xingchen's whole body was leaning into his back.

He doesn't like to have physical contact with people. This is the first time he has ever carried someone on a motorbike, and he is actually nervous, scared and excited.

It's just a pity they can't keep driving aimlessly like this. Later, when there's another chance, he'll take Di Xingchen on a trip to run the desert Gobi.

When they stopped at the south gate of the Central Dance Academy, Di Xingchen got out of the car and realised that his legs were a bit weak and Yan Zhi's waist was covered in sweat from his palms.

He took off his helmet and couldn't resist saying, "Can't stand it."

Yan Zhi takes off his helmet and looks at him with a smile.

Di Xingchen's face is flushed and his forehead hair is a little damp, as if he has just been through a very intense event.

"I lost control for a while and drove too fast." Yan Zhi said.

"It was my first time on a motorbike, and it was a bit overwhelming to be on one so hard for the first time." Di Xingchen said.

It was all a normal conversation, but Yan Zhi's heart just warmed up when he heard him say something about a first time, took the helmet Di Xingchen handed his and said, "Go find your classmate, I'll wait here."

Di Xingchen wiggled both legs and waited to get used to the feeling of landing before going inside the school, and after about ten minutes he came out of the south gate carrying two pots of flowers.

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

Yan Zhi can't really see his face with his helmet on, but he probably looks so cool and his bikes are so cool that he attracts a lot of flowers.

He heard Yan Zhi say to the girl, "Sorry, there's someone."

The girl was generous too, smiling and saying, "It's okay."

Only after the girl had gone did Di Xingchen walk up.

"Peach blossoms." He joked.

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

Di Xingchen was carrying two pots of flowers and it was not convenient to take the motorbike again. But Yan Zhi insisted on giving them to him. Di Xingchen sat on it and put the two pots of flowers between them. The flower pots were a bit dirty and stained Yan Zhi's jacket. He knew that Yan Zhi was very clean, so he wiped it with his sleeve.

Yan Zhi sent him downstairs, tilted his head to look up and asked, "What floor do you live on?"

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

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

"Starlet!"

Di Xingchen suddenly heard his mother calling him and looked up to see his mother Zhai looking at him from the window.

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

"My mother." Di Xingchen said.

Yan Zhi immediately got off the motorbike, took off his helmet and called out, "Hello, Auntie."

"Good ...... good ......," Mother Zhai's eyes widened as he took in Yan Zhi's eyebrows.

Isn't this Yan Zhi?

she recognised him instantly, even though she wasn't wearing her glasses.

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

she hurriedly beckoned surreptitiously for Papa Zhai to come 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 in his hands. The scene looked so beautiful under the streetlight.

Yan Zhi looked up again and saw the two Zhai family couples and this time bowed respectfully and shallowly, "Goodbye, auntie and uncle."

"Come up and sit down for a while." Mother Zhai shouted.

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

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

As they conversed upstairs and downstairs, they caused a neighbour next door to poke his head out and watch.

Yan Zhi gets on his motorbike: "Let's go."

Di Xingchen nods.

As soon as he arrived home, Di Xingchen was surrounded by his father and mother Zhai.

"Is that Yan Zhi? Why is he here too?" Mother Zhai asked.

"It was just a coincidence that I bumped into him on my way to school." Di Xingchen said.

Was it really such a coincidence that he hadn't come here specifically to see him? Mother Zhai was puzzled.

But tomorrow it's time to go back to the recording. The couple also had to say a lot more, fearing that what was just a good relationship between friends would be pulled by them towards love or not, and Di Xingchen would really misunderstand and get caught up in it.

After all, each one of these is just too good to be true!

Jesus Christ, where does this show find these people.

Yan Zhi sat on the motorbike at the entrance to Changping village 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 still seems to be there, and as he snaps on his hat, he looks up and sees a crescent moon and a very bright North Star overhead.

Everyone knows that he, Yan Zhi, is known for his asceticism and excessive cleanliness, his clothes and shoes are always clean and his wardrobe room is always neat and tidy. He looked so gentle and gentlemanly to his fans and teammates, as well as to his relatives and friends.

But only he knows that there is another hidden world inside him, hiding another him, desperate for love.

He wants to lock Di Xingchen up and descend into a world of sensuality that lasts day and night.

How clean his body is, how heavy his evil thoughts are. If they were all released, would Di Xingchen be afraid.

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

He rode his motorbike along the seafront avenue, the roar of his motorbike shaking the darkness of the night and blending with the sound of the waves.

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