Beatrice was sitting on the ground when Andrius arrived. She folded up the trousers of her cycling jersey, revealing her glowing alabaster skin.

She happily waved to Andrius. "Andrius, I'm here."

Every time Andrius saw her smiling face, he could feel her vigorously youthful vitality.

He hurriedly got out of the car and walked over with the small first aid kit.

At a glance, her knee appeared to be badly scratched, bleeding heavily and bruised all over.

The front wheel of the bicycle next to her had been deformed.

"I didn't notice that it's going downhill here, so it was too fast. A random rock popped up, and my bike turned sideways as it went over the rock, so I fell!" Beatrice smiled playfully.

She was easily approachable to the opposite sex.

Andrius quickly took out the kit, helped her do a simple cleaning and disinfection, and then wrapped the wound with gauze.

In the process, Beatrice was so physically close to Andrius that the faint floral scent on her body kept wafting in