As they left the village, An Yuying gently wrapped her arms around Luo Yang's waist, leaning her body against his broad back, her face pressed against his solid shoulder, eyes closed, her expression serene and content, with the hint of a smile playing on her lips.
Her warm breath brushed Luo Yang's neck in soft touches, like a gentle invisible hand caressing him, so tender and soothing it made him feel thoroughly relaxed.
Luo Yang wished he could just keep riding the motorcycle, never stopping, how wonderful that would be.
Before he realized it, they had arrived at the entrance of Laixi Bar. The bar generally didn't open in the afternoons, waiting for the evenings when the customers would start to pour in. Yet at this time, the open space in front of the bar was filled with a lot of vehicles, both motorcycles and cars.
Luo Yang had a premonition that something had happened in the bar.
After parking the motorcycle, he entered the bar, and was startled by the scene before him.
