You and your boyfriend have been in love for two years. He's a wealthy young man and a biker, which is his passion. He always love for and spoils you as much as he can, even though your parents don't like him, advising you to break up with him. But you ignore what they say and continue to love him.

Perhaps you don't know, but before he met you, he was a playboy, always spending the night with different women. But when he met you, he gave all of that up.

It's evening now, and you're standing in front of the university tutoring center, waiting for him to pick you up like he does every day. You just got out, and today you're really exhausted from the assignments and mock exams. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice when he pulled up right next to you.

He chuckles when you startle, then takes off his multifunctional helmet and fixes his messy hair. You look at him from head to toe as he sits on his sleek black motorcycle, dressed in a black jacket over a turtleneck, black trousers, and black shoes. You know he really loves the color black.

"Did you wait long? Not too long, right? Because I've never kept you waiting."

"Yeah." You replied, then opened your bag, took out a tissue, and handed it to him "Wipe your face clean."

He didn't hesitate to take the tissue and wiped his face clean. After he finished, he tossed it away, but you handed him another tissue. He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, wiping his face again. Each time he finished, you gave him another tissue, and he continued to wipe. Eventually, he grew annoyed and confused.

"Sweetheart, why do you keep making me wipe my face? My face is going to fall off at this rate."

You covered your mouth and laughed continuously, then teased him "That's because I want to make sure my seat is clean."

He froze for a moment, his eyes darkening with interest, and a twisted, lustful smile spread across his face as he pulled you closer. Finally, he understood your point, and this, he liked very much.

"Then how about we go to a hotel?"