This class was the most torturous class Charlotte had ever attended.
The professor teaching the class seemed to be very familiar with Joe, calling on him to answer questions.
Joe confidently stood up and answered all the questions correctly.
As aresult, the gazes directed at Charlotte and Joe became increasingly ambiguous.
Charlotte glared at Joe in annoyance.
Joe quickly leaned in and whispered, âYou wanted to ride that motorcycle, right? After class, we'll go.
How about that?"
Enter title... Charlotteâs eyes immediately lit up, âReally?â
Joe nodded and resisted the urge to ruffle her hair.
Finally, when the class ended, Charlotte didnât give her classmates a chance to gossip and swiftly dragged Joe out.
âThey didnât follow us," she said, relieved, as they reached a pavilion.
Joe looked at Charlotte with a hint of helplessness, âDo you really not want people to see us together?"
Charlotte rolled her eyes at him, âDonât you know your own charm? If those who admire you see us together, Iâm afraid they'll tear down my dormitory bed."
Joe looked at her for a moment and suddenly asked, âWhat about you?"
Charlotte looked at him in confusion, âWhat do you mean?"
â| have many admirers, are you one of them?" Joe asked Charlotte directly.
Charlotte shook her head straightforwardly.
Joe wasnât surprised by her answer, just smiled wryly and didnât say anything more.
He handed Charlotte a pink helmet, âGet on the motorcycle."
Charlotte was surprised that he had prepared a helmet for her, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a matching coupleâs helmet.
âWhat's wrong?"
Joe raised an eyebrow at her.
His teasing look was too obvious, so Charlotte gritted her teeth and put on the pink helmet.
What's the big deal about a coupleâs helmet? Joeâs lips curved into a faint smile as he revved the motorcycle and sped off.
Charlotte, wearing the pink helmet, sat on the back of the motorcycle, feeling the wind rushing past her ears.
As the motorcycle weaved through traffic, Charlotte silently held onto Joe's waist, feeling the muscles beneath her palms.
Amischievous glint flashed in Charlotteâs eyes as her fingers unconsciously moved around Joeâs waist, but she was quickly caught by Joe.
âThatâs dangerous!"
Joe warned sternly.
Charlotte quickly straightened up and behaved herself.
The two of them quietly savored the wind and the feeling of freedom.
âWhat are you thinking?"
Charlotte couldnât help but ask.
Joe smiled slightly, âIâm thinking, whatâs the use of so many peopleâs admiration? As long as | have one personâs heart, thatâs enough."
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