Jane Sampson felt no psychological pressure as she let Jas Black lead her onto the motorcycle.
Jas reached over and handed her a helt, "Put this on, then hug my waist."
Jane did as she was told, and after putting on the helt, she reached around and hugged Jas’s waist. She felt his body tremble for a mont, then she loosened her grip and asked, "Is it uncomfortable for you, the way I’m holding you?"
Jas’s eyes rested on Jane’s hands for a few seconds, then he shook his head, "Hug like you did just now. I didn’t say let go, don’t let go."
After saying this, he put on his own helt with swift efficiency.
Jane looked at Jas, puzzled, but still obediently wrapped her arms around him.
With the helt keeping the wind and sand at bay, Jane didn’t feel any discomfort. However, the sound of sand pattering against the helt was unmistakably real, indicating the ferocity of the desert winds atop the mountain.
Considering Jane was with him, Jas didn’t drive the desert motorcycle as fast as he had when he was alone the last ti.
The desert stretched vast in front of them, with most tourists lingering around the periter. The deeper they went, the fewer people they saw, until it was mostly just an occasional motorcyclist, with barely any pedestrians.
All the beautiful scenes must be hidden deeper within.
The heart of this desert was different from the crowded scenes outside, truly beautiful. Its beauty struck deep into the soul, leaving Jane full of awe and a mory to last a lifeti.
It was here that Jane first experienced the desolation that is often described as a lone column of smoke rising in the desert. Perhaps because she was with Jas, she didn’t feel the lancholy that is associated with such solitude. What she felt was the stunning impact of the nation’s natural and cultural landscape and the beauty and magic of the desert.
Gazing into the distance, apart from the occasional dot of stubby greenery, all she saw was a vast expanse of yellow sand. The sand seed endless, and above it was the azure sky with the sun hanging high, its golden rays bathing every inch of the land.
Jas slowed the car to a stop, and without waiting for him to lead her, Jane excitedly jumped off and ran about in the sandy land like a child.
"Jas, it’s so beautiful here! So beautiful!" Jane kept jumping and running around excitedly. When she couldn’t run or jump anymore, she just plonked down onto the ground.
Jas waited for Jane to run out of energy before he walked over from the motorcycle and handed her a bottle of mineral water, "Sip slowly, don’t drink it too quickly."
In fact, Jane found it hard to obey. Taking the water, she gulped down half the bottle in one go, then holding the bottle, she looked up at Jas, who stood above her with a frown, and grinned with her small white teeth, "I’m too thirsty, couldn’t help it. So it’s not that I’m disobedient."
Seeing her smiling face, Jas, for the first ti, allowed a smile to tug at the corners of his mouth and reached out to ruffle her head through the scarf, "Are you happy?"
"Mhm," Jane nodded without hesitation, "I’ve never been out before. I never knew our country’s mountains and rivers were so beautiful and varied."
"Next ti I’ll take you sowhere else."
Perhaps it was her smile that infected him, but he found himself making that promise impulsively.
Her laughter was carefree and unrestrained, and when she laughed without any reservations, she was truly beautiful.
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