"Until when do you want to get off my bike?" Silver couldn't help but smile even more. Ziever had stopped his bike in front of Clarissa's house. But the woman didn't seem to want to get off the bike.

"Gosh sorry." Clarissa immediately let go of his embrace and got off Ziever's motorcycle; actually, she had just closed her eyes, hoping to arrive soon because cold sweat was pouring out of her body. The trauma was hard to fight.

"How come your face is pale?" Clarissa immediately touched her face as Ziever reprimanded her while trying to catch her breath.

"Because of the cold weather, thank you for today. I...