Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot-Chapter 1101 - 649: Riding Together on a Motorcycle, Hugging His Waist? Getting Cozy with a Girl_2

Chapter 1101: Chapter 649: Riding Together on a Motorcycle, Hugging His Waist? Getting Cozy with a Girl_2

Even so, the speed wasn’t slow, and in winter, the cold wind hit the face, chilly.

She sat on the back of the motorcycle, the biting wind felt like it was cutting through her, the speed wasn’t slow, and there was nothing around to provide a sense of security, so she could only grip Jiang Chengsi’s clothes more tightly, burying herself behind him.

If you haven’t been shielded by a man, you’ll probably never understand how broad a man’s back can be.

He actually blocked most of the cold wind for her, hiding behind him didn’t seem cold at all.

However, Jiang Chengsi had really never carried anyone this way, didn’t quite handle the nuances of driving, when he encountered a turn, habitually made a sharp drift, the motorcycle almost formed a sixty-degree angle with the ground, scaring her into holding a deep breath, at that moment, she didn’t care whether it was grabbing clothes or anything...

Instinctively reaching out, she tightly hugged his waist.

Without warning, the huge inertia made her bump over, and his waist was tightly embraced.

Whoa—

Jiang Chengsi felt his heart tighten, that feeling was as if his whole life was held in her hands.

He slightly adjusted his breath, slowed down the motorcycle, her arms loosened a bit, but her fingers gently sneaked to the sides of his waist inside the clothes.

Jiang Chengsi felt he was being overly sensitive.

Although his motorcycle hadn’t carried a girl before, his brother or Qi Zeyan had sat before, all hugging his waist, he felt nothing of it, why suddenly feel awkward?

The weather was so cold, everyone was wearing a lot, probably couldn’t feel anything.

Yet Jiang Chengsi felt that, even separated by so many layers of clothing, he could still sense her tension and anxiety.

There were quite a few traffic lights, the motorcycle stopped and started, finally arriving at the previous parking spot, Jiang Chengsi slowly parked, taking a long breath, put down the kickstand, she had already carefully gotten off, and Jiang Chengsi took off his helmet.

To be honest...

Riding the motorcycle for so long, even carrying Jiangjiang and Taotao, hadn’t been this cautious.

"Thank you." She raised her hand to tidy her dress, the rose in her hand had lost two petals in the breeze, yet it was still clutched in her hand.

Jiang Chengsi raised his hand to ruffle his hair, wearing a helmet was already a relatively enclosed environment, coupled with his cautious driving, exhaling warmth in winter, his hair got somewhat hot and humid, meddled for a while yet a few strands clung to his temple.

He inherently cared about his image, unlike Qi Zeyan, who either had oily hair or slicked-back hair all day, insisted on polishing his leather shoes to a shine.

Free-spirited, wildly indulgent.

Such a carefree disposition fell in others’ eyes, stirring distinct feelings within.

"You... there..." She suddenly reached out, pointed to his face.

"What is it?" Jiang Chengsi raised a hand to feel, finding nothing.

"A strand of hair stuck there..."

"Really?" Jiang Chengsi randomly grabbed about, seemingly finding nothing.

At that moment, the girl standing by the motorcycle suddenly moved closer, Jiang Chengsi instinctively tilted his head, the distance between them suddenly seemed to shorten to just inches.

In the chilly air, the breath exhaled carried a white mist, clearly visible.

The proximity induced the faint aroma from her.

"Here." She pointed slightly at his temple, not daring to reach out.

Jiang Chengsi instinctively reached out to touch his temple, inadvertently brushed against her fingers, a fleeting yet brief contact, she withdrew her hand while Jiang Chengsi found a fallen strand of hair.

"I’ll be going first then." She already straightened up, prepared to depart.

"Okay, message me when you get home." Jiang Chengsi watched her leave, dabbing the strand of hair, slightly frowning, reached up to touch his temple again.

She was very measured, didn’t touch him, yet he felt as if her warmth had been imprinted there, amidst the cold wind, rather feverish.

Jiang Chengsi frowned, afraid he was bewitched.

Her figure disappeared from view, only then did Jiang Chengsi wear his helmet, turn the motorcycle around, heading for the Jiang Mansion.

**

By the time he reached the mansion, the sky had completely darkened.

The house was lively today, apart from his brother not being there, Jiangjiang and Taotao were there too; it was the weekend tomorrow, Jiang Yanting and his wife prepared to take the two kids skiing, bought them gear, the two had already worn ski suits, studying ski equipment.

With amusing new toys, Jiang Chengsi came over, merely called out a greeting to his Fourth Uncle, then lowered his head, continuing to fiddle with his stuff.