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    Chapter 48

    Song Ran paused and asked, "Are you free?"

    Li Zan said: "The team is taking a rest these days."

    She looked back at her car.  Li Zan thought she was hesitating, so he walked over and got on the motorcycle, looked back at her, and said, "Come here."

    Song Ran was stunned for a moment, stretched out his finger and pointed lightly: "Aren't you going to take my car?"

    Li Zan said: "Your car is too slow."

    "I think it's pretty fast" Song Ran was still muttering, but Li Zan had already handed her a helmet.

    Song Ran walked over, took the helmet and put it on his head.  Then he thought in hindsight, how did he know she was going to the western suburbs?

    Li Zan had already put it on himself. When he turned around to check on her, he saw that she was absent-minded and had forgotten to tie the strap. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand. When he was about to touch it, he realized something. He bent his three fingers together, stretched out his fingers and pointed, saying: "The strap."  "

    "Um?"

    "It's not tied properly."

    "oh."

    Song Ran tightened the helmet straps and stepped on the pedals.  The motorcycle tilted slightly, and he put one foot on the ground to support her.

    She got on the motorcycle and sat down, grabbing the seat panel behind her with both hands, adjusting her position, keeping a not too far distance from him.

    He asked: "Are you seated?"

    "Sit down."

    Li Zan started his motorcycle and drove her westward.

    The road conditions in the city are not good and the wheels are bumpy.  Song Ran sat behind him, tossed back and forth, her buttocks kept moving forward and pressing against him.  She often moved back awkwardly, but then quickly moved forward.

    With such collisions, she was very restless behind him. Once, she even threw herself on his back, which made her blush and quickly move back.

    Li Zan finally stopped the motorcycle, turned his head slightly and said, "Sit closer to me so that it won't sway."

    "Oh. Okay."

    Before she had time to adjust, there was another big bump in front of her. She was thrown towards him again, her soft chest bumped into his hard back, her heart almost knocked out of her throat, and her legs were wide open.  stuck behind him.

    But she didn¡¯t move back this time. She leaned forward slightly, leaning against him.  As he said, the two of them became a whole, rising and falling together, instead of shaking and colliding.  There was only a slight friction between the clothes.

    She was still holding the seat tightly with both hands, her face burning silently.

    Neither of them spoke, and they were silent for a long time.  The only sound along the way was the sound of gunfire from the distant fighting zone.

    After a while, Li Zan suddenly asked her as if chatting: "Where is the reporter named Saxin?"

    "Ah?" She was looking down at the rapidly retreating ground. Tingyan looked up at his shoulder and said, "I don't know. I can't contact him."

    "What kind of contact can't be reached?"

    ¡°I only have his Twitter, and I used to leave messages to contact him. Now he doesn¡¯t even reply.¡±

    Li Zan was silent for a while and said, "He seems to be young."

    "Yes. 20 years old. Almost 21 now."

    After a long while, he said: "I hope it's okay."

    "It should be okay" Before Song Ran finished speaking, a house in the alley was shaken by artillery fire not far away. A piece of exterior wall peeled off and hit the two of them on their shoulders. Dust and sand flew into the air, choking Song Ran.

    Li Zan looked back at her: "Lower your head."

    Song Ran lowered his head, with the helmet on his back.

    Li Zan had deliberately avoided the main road and stayed in the alleys, but as he approached the west, the war was raging and it was difficult to stay away from the battlefield.

    Song Ran then realized that Li Zan was right to drive a motorcycle. If he drove a car, it would be difficult to walk into some alleys.

    Li Zan judged the direction and distance of the gunshot, and walked around the alleys of residential houses; Song Ran lowered her head against his back, and as he bumped forward, rocks and mud hit her helmet from time to time.  ring.  But she wasn't afraid at all, and felt calm and stable as never before.

    In the chaotic war zone, he and she seemed to be sitting in a small boat on the undulating sea.

    In this way, it was a windy but smooth journey to the Refugee Bride Village on the western outskirts of Alara City.

    Song Ran had heard at the Hapo border that people from other countries would buy refugee girls as brides. Among these potential customers were poor people from neighboring countries who were old and had not yet married a wife, as well as wealthy people with thousands of wives and concubines.  Most of the girls who were sold were fourteen or fifteen years old, and occasionally there were younger girls.

    Song Ran and Li Zan walked into the Bride Village and saw dilapidated houses and dust everywhere.  They made a rough judgment and found that there were probablyGood illusion.

    As soon as the light flashed, she squinted her eyes slightly and tilted her head. He hung up the curtains and jumped down from the table.

    Li Zan stretched out his hand to pull the curtain twice, and it went back and forth smoothly, no problem; he also wiped the shoe prints on the table and chairs clean.

    He looked back at her, with the light of the setting sun still reflected on his eyelashes, and said, "It's done."

    "Thank you." Song Ran looked away, stepped forward and stretched out his hand twice. Just when she turned around to say something to him, the wall next door was suddenly hit by something.

    Li Zan turned his head and looked at the wall in surprise and confusion, frowning slightly: "Is there a big mouse?"

    The next second, the bed board at the end of the bed began to squeak and twist.

    Li Zan: ""

    Song Ran: ""

    The curtains were just closed by her, and the light in the room was dim. The afterglow soaked into the curtains, glowing with an ambiguous and soft light.

    The edges and corners of each other¡¯s faces have melted away, making them look particularly soft.

    The four eyes faced each other, the heartbeat was disordered, and the gazes were a little awkward and subtle.

    On the other end, the woman's moans and the man's powerful breathing came faintly.

    Li Zan hurriedly looked away and said, "It's okay, I'll leave first."

    Song Ran: "Okay."

    She couldn¡¯t stay any longer and just wanted to run away, saying, ¡°I¡¯ll take you to the stairs.¡±

    The two of them quickly walked out of the door, away from the sounds, and finally felt a little more comfortable.

    Song Ran changed the subject: "Is the war only going to last a day or two?"

    "Yeah. Let's meet tomorrow night."

    "Oh." She thought for a moment after hearing this.

    The person has reached the stairs and stopped.

    Li Zan looked down the corridor, then at her, and asked, "What are you planning to do tomorrow?"

    "No plans yet" She lied again and asked, "What's wrong?"

    "Don't you want to write a book?" He pursed his lips with a very faint curve, "I'll take you to see why the city of Alara is so important to the government forces. Okay?" (Remember this site's website address:  www.hlnovel.com
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