Thus, within the racing world, there erged a legend, a masked man legend. He was the valiant warrior on the battlefield, the star of all racers, and the dream lover of every woman.
Of course, this identity was known only to him alone, not even his right-hand n Ye Feng and Nancy knew. This displayed just how mysterious his masked persona truly was.
"... "Xia Qingqian helplessly fell into Beitang Yao’s embrace, and at the mont her head leaned towards him, Beitang Yao lowered his eyelids, gazing at her who had crashed into his heart, with a warm feeling flowing through him.
When Xia Qingqian woke up, she felt the earth spinning. After regaining her composure, she realized she was on a rotating Ferris wheel, seated next to a handso man quietly staring at a computer screen. Sunshine illuminated his exceptional features, akin to diamonds emitting a gentle glow.
"Young Master! How did we end up here?! "she asked in puzzlent, but her eyes dared not look downward. She couldn’t even glance forward, instead grabbing Beitang Yao’s arm desperately!
She felt her legs trembling as she clung tightly to Beitang Yao without regard for whether his expensive suit might get wrinkled. Closing her eyes, she buried her head in the crook of Beitang Yao’s arm.
Not only was Beitang Yao not angry, but he looked at her in confusion. Seeing her current state, he pondered for a mont and asked, "Do you have acrophobia?"
Hearing this, Xia Qingqian nodded repeatedly, almost bursting into tears, "Young Master, weren’t we supposed to attend a eting? How did we end up here?"
"The eting is over, and seeing you still asleep, I brought you here." Beitang Yao mused for a while, then added, "I was considering throwing you off here if you didn’t wake up in another minute."
Beitang Yao’s words entered Xia Qingqian’s ears, terrifying her so much that she clung even tighter to Beitang Yao. She suddenly realized that holding onto one arm was not enough to quell her fears, quickly reaching out to embrace Beitang Yao’s waist, holding him firmly as though to pin him down securely.
His hands paused on the computer, he slightly turned his head, looking at her shrinking head, feeling tumultuous waves in his heart. He glanced at the sky, the reachable heavens, appearing as though he could grasp it with an outstretched hand.
In the midst of these thoughts, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, painting a faint, increasingly prominent smile as he felt his heart warm.
He allowed Xia Qingqian to cling to him tightly, without holding her to give her the sense of security she desired, instead savoring this beautiful mont, his eyes dreamy gazing at the horizon, welcoming the sunlight’s bath.
"Woo woo!" Xia Qingqian sobbed, wondering when this tornting experience would pass, "Young Master, have we landed yet? I’m scared..."
She said this while tightening her embrace, surprisingly finding Beitang Yao not releasing her, giving her a bit of relief, and she securely nestled her head against him, hoping to extract so fabled sense of safety from him.
"Very safe, there’s nothing to be afraid of," he said lightly, but secretly he was telling himself: Don’t worry, I am here.
He wanted to tell her, regardless of what happens, as long as she stands behind him, he would use all his strength to protect her, definitely becoming her harbor, allowing her to live every day carefree and unburdened.
Her life ought to be tranquil like water, completely unruffled, yet it was due to him that her life beca disrupted.
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