Chapter 97: Photo
Bicycle? How could it be possible not to know how to ride? Gu Fuqiao learned to ride a bicycle back in kindergarten, when she was not even taller than the bicycle itself. She had to stand to ride, and back then, the elderly woman next door used to say she didn’t look like a girl.
Yes, she can ride, but the bicycle Yan Zhen Guo bought seems to be taller than those in later years.
Gu Fuqiao nodded slightly and walked up to Yan Zhen Guo, saying, "This seems a bit high."
Too high?
Yan Zhen Guo carefully looked at Gu Fuqiao’s height, then looked at the bicycle’s height and said, "No problem, give it a try." After speaking, he handed the bicycle handlebars to Gu Fuqiao.
Gu Fuqiao reached out, touched the bicycle handlebars, but then handed them back to Yan Zhen Guo, "I’ll ride it later; I want to go home now."
At this time, they were still on the road outside Gu’s house. Yan Zhen Guo thought it made sense; they weren’t in any hurry. So he mounted the bicycle, leaving his back to Gu Fuqiao. Gu Fuqiao deftly got on the bicycle, reached out, and wrapped her arm around Yan Zhen Guo’s strong waist from behind.
Yan Zhen Guo glanced down at the slender arm wrapped around his waist, then rode the bicycle to take Gu Fuqiao home.