The palm of his hand was a little wet, and a little hot.

The size of his palm was just the right size to wrap around my hand.

"Don't look down, look ahead." A refined male voice suddenly burrowed into my ears.

Embarrassed, I hurriedly raised my head and looked straight ahead.

Suddenly I felt the hand that was holding mine use force as he taught me the gear-shifting manoeuvre by hand.

"Don't look down when shifting gears, it's easy to run off course and have an accident."

He taught me like a real instructor, so carefully and openly that I felt a little ashamed of myself for being so...