Ever since you saw that motorized man, you kept drool coming out of your mouth, like a fool. Every time you saw him you felt your legs tremble and your hands sweaty, just because of your older brother's friend.

Him with his motorcycle is the most sensual thing you have ever seen in your entire life, you just want to get on his motorcycle with him and surround his strong waist with your arms and touch his abdomen with the pretext of holding on to him.

"Do you look at me so much, pretty? Do you like it or do you hate me?"

Ghost spoke to both of them, throwing the cigarette on the floor and stepping on it with his rustic boot.