Xiao

You always liked Xiao; he was handsome, popular at university, and a biker – basically the ideal man. But he was so popular that he didn't notice you, let alone ask you out, as you dreamed. It was a rainy day and, as usual, you were running late for university, and to make matters worse, your taxi hadn't arrived yet. You ran out of the house and saw a familiar motorcycle stuck in traffic; it was Xiao. "Hey, need a ride?" he said, handing you his safety helmet

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