Chapter 7

I went to that racing club too.

As the instructor was getting me ready,

Someone suddenly called out my name.

"Olivia Zhang?"

I turned around in surprise and saw Lucas leaning against his motorcycle.

He was taking off his helmet, running his hand through his hair.

Revealing sharp, handsome features with an untamed wildness.

I politely nodded, about to leave.

But Lucas spoke again: "You want to learn?"

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Mm."

He glanced at the instructor: "I'll teach her, you can go."

I was a bit surprised and looked at Lucas.

He leaned against his bike, broad-shouldered and long-legged, his figure tall and powerful.

That intense, overwhelming masculine energy hit me like a wave.

I instinctively averted my gaze.

But I couldn't help biting my lip lightly.

For some reason, my heart started racing.

"Come on, I'll take you for a couple laps first."

Lucas handed me a helmet.

I was about to refuse.

But when his large, strong hand reached out to me,

I inexplicably took the helmet.

After getting on, I kept the maximum distance from Lucas.

He planted his long legs on the ground, fastening his helmet strap,

And glanced at me in the rearview mirror: "Want to fly off when we start moving?"

"Hold onto my waist."

I bit my lip again, reaching out to lightly grip his racing suit.

Lucas laughed but didn't say anything more.

He took it easy for the first lap.

On the second lap, he gradually picked up speed.

As we went faster, I got scared and pressed myself against his back, tightly hugging his waist.

The hard, hot muscles under my arms suddenly tensed.

The wind howled past us.

Lucas' slightly hoarse voice was carried to my ears by the wind: "Olivia."

He coughed lightly: "You're holding on a bit too tight."