“Damn, Bryan Taylor, your words are really harsh. But the harsh ones are always the truth, so screw it, I’m going all in. If I lose my head, at worst I’ll have a scar the size of a bowl; if I lose my dick, at worst I’ll just throw away all my Adult Film…” Jason Carter revved up his motorcycle, ready to speed up to Catherine Newman.

“Screech!” The cool drift and tailspin stop didn’t happen—maybe his foot slipped, maybe his hands were sweaty, or maybe his eyes and brain were still glued to Catherine Newman’s round, perky butt. Both the bike and the rider plunged headfirst into the roadside ditch.

The funny thing was, the front wheel got stuck right in the ditch, the bike stood on end, rear wheel spinning in the air, engine roaring.

Jason Carter landed headfirst, legs up, butt sticking out, somehow not falling off—he looked like he was practicing frog-style kung fu.

“Pfft!” The always serious and aloof Catherine Newman couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the sight, then immediately tried to stop, but just couldn’t hold it in, her eyes crinkling with the effort. The boys nearby were all staring, dumbfounded.

“Impressive.” Bryan Taylor stared in shock at Jason Carter’s butt in the air, giving a thumbs up: “But, I told you to go for it, not to pull off such a high-difficulty move. It’s definitely unique, but also really ugly…”

“Damn, I’ve lost all my dignity.” Jason Carter scrambled off the bike, then used all his strength to pull the motorcycle out.

Blushing furiously, he got back on the bike, only to see Catherine Newman standing not far away, looking over.

Jason Carter immediately felt his limbs go weak, his heart numb, but he couldn’t help looking at her.

Catherine Newman brushed her hair back and turned away.

Jason Carter gritted his teeth hard, then jumped on the bike, determined to catch up.

“A real man finishes what he starts. If I don’t invite her to get on today, I’m not a Tang…” Jason Carter steeled himself, sped up, and managed a shaky turn to stop right in front of Catherine Newman.

Catherine Newman stopped, looking at Jason Carter in confusion.

Jason Carter felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest, his tongue numb and swollen, his throat completely blocked—he couldn’t get a word out, desperately trying to invite her.

“Screech.” Suddenly, brakes screeched, a gust of energy swept by, and a flashy SUV stopped in front of them.

A handsome face appeared at the window, calling to Catherine Newman: “Keke, get in.”

Of course, it was Samuel Langley and his luxury car worth millions.

As for Jason Carter, Samuel Langley didn’t even spare him a glance.

Catherine Newman shook her head and was about to keep walking.

Samuel Langley immediately got anxious: “It was Jiao Jiao who kept pestering me, it’s not my fault, there’s nothing between us, you’re the only one in my heart…”

Hearing this, Jason Carter felt a chill in his heart.

Catherine Newman frowned and said, “Why are you telling me this? What does it have to do with me? I don’t care about that stuff, you’re overthinking it!”

It was a familiar line from TV dramas—whenever the female lead gets jealous, she always pretends not to care and says something like that coldly.

Then, Catherine Newman turned to Jason Carter and said, “Did you need something?”

Even though Jason Carter felt a bit cold inside, he pushed away his nerves and, resigned, said, “I saw you walking, so I wanted to give you a ride home.”

“Alright, thanks.” To the disbelief of Jason Carter, Samuel Langley, and Bryan Taylor, Catherine Newman stretched out her long, sexy legs and swung onto Jason Carter’s motorcycle.

A jolt of excitement shot through Jason Carter, making his whole body tingle.

His dream girl, the one he’d thought about day and night, was now sitting right behind him, her perky chest maybe less than five centimeters from his back.

The way she straddled the bike had to be incredibly sexy—her waist even slimmer, her butt even rounder and fuller.

Jason Carter desperately wanted to turn around and look, still unable to believe it—the dream girl of thousands, the stunning princess Catherine Newman, was actually sitting on his beat-up bike.

The faint fragrance in the air and the heat radiating from behind told him this was real.

“Keke, what are you doing? Even if you want to piss me off, you don’t have to degrade yourself like this! You’re not that shallow of a woman.” Samuel Langley shouted angrily.

Jason Carter was instantly furious at those words, turning to snap back.

“That guy—Tang something—if you dare touch Keke, I’ll break your arms and legs, you hear me…” Samuel Langley’s contemptuous gaze stabbed into Jason Carter’s back like a knife.

Jason Carter was burning with rage, almost ready to jump off and fight Samuel Langley right then and there.

But then a soft touch on his shoulder, and Catherine Newman’s incredibly pleasant voice whispered in his ear: “Let’s go.”

Jason Carter suddenly remembered that Samuel Langley was the national high school and college sanda champion—going up against him was basically suicide. But still, a man can’t lose face.

Jason Carter started the bike and shot off, not forgetting to flip Samuel Langley the finger as he sped away. In return, he got a cold, venomous glare from Samuel Langley, as if he were already a dead man.

The motorcycle sped down the road, but neither of them said a word. Jason Carter wanted to say something like, “You two are just using me as a pawn in your fight,” but in the end, he kept quiet.

“Do you know where I live?” Catherine Newman asked.