Qiuqiu stood by, with an irrepressible gleam in her eyes.
Because of Su Yu’s influence, she had loved motorcycles since her university days, and was naturally very familiar with this model.
Especially with that iconic Ducati red, it seed to co with its own filter, dazzling and striking in the light.
The base price of the bike was 330,000, with the total cost close to 380,000.
For many young people, it’s simply a "dream machine."
Seeing the real bike in person right now, it’s unsurprising that her heart was stirred.
Tang Song gently patted Qiuqiu’s shoulder, "Help inspect the bike, Qiuqiu. Thank you for your hard work."
"Oh, oh."
Qiuqiu hurriedly stepped forward and earnestly checked the paintwork, tire treads, brake discs...
"No problem."
Tang Song nodded, took the keys handed by the staff, and with a swift motion, mounted the motorcycle.
Inserted the key, lit up the dashboard.
The LCD screen flickered to life, and a series of data quickly loaded.
Instantly igniting the innate fervor in him.
His fingertips lightly grazed the Ducati gold logo on the tank, the touch cold and smooth.
In his eyes lay the pure joy belonging to youth.
Couldn’t resist twisting the handlebar a bit.
Beside him, Zhang Wen’an saw this and promptly suggested, "Mr. Tang, would you like to take a spin in the test drive area at the back?"
"Sure." Tang Song, caught up in the mont, nodded decisively.
The staff quickly stepped forward, gently moving the motorcycle towards the back.
Behind was an exclusive enclosed parking area, with professionally paved ground and a circular pathway, perfect for test driving.
Tang Song put on his helt and gloves, mounted the motorcycle with ease, his legs gripping the bike firmly.
"Vroom—"
The engine roared, awakening like a beast.
Feeling the powerful chanical force below him, Tang Song exhaled lightly, a smile of excitent appearing on his face as he slowly set off.
Having been infused with the , his skills were exceptional.
Moreover, he had previously driven the BMW RR.
Soon, he found his rhythm.
Cornering, weight shifting, smooth entry into bends... all done in one fluid motion.
Every movent was precise, like an instinct written into his body, without any excessive actions, clean and graceful to watch.
The driving experience was unparalleled, a quantum leap compared to his previous Ninja 400!
After taking two laps.
The red machine cut across like a flash, stopping accurately in front of Qiuqiu.
Tang Song opened the visor of his helt, revealing a radiant, youthful smile to her.
Teasingly said, "Hello, miss, want to hop on? I’ll take you for a spin."
Qiuqiu was montarily stunned, nodding with a slightly unnatural expression.
Yet her heartbeat accelerating.
She accepted the helt handed by the staff and cautiously put it on.
Stepped forward onto the footrest.
Hesitantly, she placed her hand on Tang Song’s shoulder, using it to leap up, landing herself on the back seat.
At the mont her thighs made contact with his body, an indescribable tingling sensation surged through Qiuqiu’s heart, like countless tiny feathers brushing across the tip of her heart.
"Hold on tight, sit steady," Tang Song slightly turned his body, lowering the visor.
Qiuqiu took a deep breath, gazing at his upright back, an unexplainable impulse rising within.
Though her mind was still hesitating, her body reacted first.
She gently leaned forward, her hands slowly encircling his waist.
The warmth of her palms pressed against his firm abs, her nose caught his familiar scent.
The softness of the large D incidentally pressed against his lower back, the subtle touch causing the warmth between their bodies to quietly rise.
Everything felt too natural, yet too stirring.
Just like their first kiss in the office that day.
"Here we go."
Tang Song loudly reminded, gently twisting the throttle, and the red bike growled low and deep.
The rear wheel kicked up a gust, and the bike began to accelerate.
Qiuqiu’s arms instinctively tightened, her whole body pressed closer.
The surrounding scenery rapidly stretched and blurred, the wind receding, only the "rider" she held becoming clearer.
Her face buried against his back, she felt his muscles tense with each maneuver.
Each ti, it seed to strike at the softest part of her soul.
A warm current surged through her body, slowly flowing down.
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