Han Xiaoyu: "..."
"Come on up." Ni Yang braced one foot on the ground, the other on the pedal, and looked back towards Han Xiaoyu as the sunlight turned her profile snow-white, refined as jade.
Everything behind her became a backdrop.
Even Han Xiaoyu, a girl herself, was dazzled for a moment, before saying, "Ah, Yangyang, you're going to take me?"
"Mhm." Ni Yang nodded.
Han Xiaoyu said with a smile, "I'm quite heavy, can you really carry me?"
That wasn't a joke; Xiaoyu, at one meter sixty-seven, weighed 120 pounds. She didn't look overweight, but her muscles were particularly firm.
"I can carry you." Ni Yang's gaze was indifferent.
"Really?" Han Xiaoyu was skeptical, eyeing Ni Yang's slim figure. Barely weighing a few dozen pounds, could she really manage it?
"Really!" Ni Yang said with a smile, "Hurry up and get on then."
