Chapter 131

For Fu Yurou, this was not difficult. She gripped Ling Zihan’s jacket and cautiously climbed onto the back of the bicycle. "Hold onto my jacket," Ling Zihan said. She obeyed. The next second, Ling Zihan surged forward. Taken by surprise, the momentum threw her body forward, and she slammed into his back. His back was broad and firm—likely from his time working the fields—and he carried a scent of fresh grass. It wasn't exactly a perfume, but it was clean and refreshing.