Carl has never ridden a heavy-duty motorcycle before, he usually prefers to ride in a business car.
He swung his long legs over and raised an eyebrow.
Amelia found him quite unfamiliar, so she simply reached out and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his waist, saying, "Hold on tight, I ride fast."
Carl smelled the fragrance nearby, his eyes falling on someone's long hair, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The roar sounded, Amelia bent down, her back line was extremely smooth.
Carl had his arm around her slender waist, and every breath he took was filled with her natural scent, not like those perfumes you often smell on the streets that can be overwhelming.
She had a faint lotus fragrance on her, like the freshness that comes after a spring rain.
Carl's gaze dro
