Maureen is sitting in the back seat of a motorcycle, grasping Liam's jacket.
Cars flow like waterfalls, the chilly night wind brushes past her temples, she looks at the twinkling neon lights across the river, passes under one after another streetlights, and gradually calms down.
She suddenly thinks of something: "Wait, where did you guys get the motorcycle from?!"
Liam's jacket billows in the wind, he teases intentionally: "I can't hear clearly!"
Helplessly, Maureen straightens up slightly, grabs his shoulder, leans to his ear, and yells:
"I asked, where did you guys get the motorcycle from?!"
Her face is too close, despite the cold wind dispersing her breath, a few drops still land on his earlobe.
Liam is extremely sensitive there, experiencing a sudden tingling sensation. Instantly his ears turn red, he jolts his hand, and nearly swerves.
Liam swallowed, "Niel has a friend who repairs cars for a living, and it's just a few hundred meters from here.
