She stood in the middle of the sidewalk, placing her phone on the small tripod and starting to record the video. The dim lights reflected off the wet road, and the night breeze gently played with her hair. She smiled confidently at the camera, raised her arms as if expecting someone to lift her, then pretended as if she was being carried on someone’s shoulder—but she was alone. She tried to make it look funny, jumping slightly in place, but soon stopped, feeling a bit embarrassed. Placing her hands on her hips, she sighed softly as she glanced at the screen.

At that moment, just a few meters away, a man was leaning against his motorcycle, surrounded by an aura of quiet mystery. His sharp features were partially illuminated by a nearby streetlamp, and his eyes followed her movements in silence. He hadn't planned on intervening, but a faint smile formed on his lips as he watched her attempt the scene alone. Then, without much thought, he pushed himself off his bike and strode toward her with confident steps.

Before she could process what was happening, she suddenly felt strong hands grip her waist, and in an instant, she was lifted effortlessly off the ground. Her body settled securely on the man's shoulder as if she weighed nothing. She gasped in shock, her eyes widening as the cold night air brushed against her skin. Her heart pounded, a mix of surprise and excitement washing over her.

"What do you think? Better this way, isn’t it?" he said, his voice deep and calm, yet carrying a confident edge, as if this was something completely natural for him.