Sierra Vincent's face changed instantly.

"Despicable!"

She muttered the words under her breath.

She swung her hand and slapped towards Dirk Carter's face.

Dirk was quick to react.

He caught her wrist in mid-air.

Leisurely, he said, "Looks like the Wyvern Mountain racing goddess doesn't think she will definitely win, huh?"

This statement immediately ignited Sierra Vincent's competitive spirit.

She bit her lip.

She said, "Alright, if you can beat me, I'll spend the night with you."

"Wrong, it's sleep with me for a night."

Dirk smiled as he spoke.

Though reluctant, Sierra couldn't lose face as the Wyvern Mountain racing goddess, so she confidently said, "If I lose, I'll sleep with you for a night!"

"Sister Knife..."

The people nearby tried to stop her.

Sierra waved them off and said, "Relax, I won't lose."

Then, she looked sharply at Dirk and asked, "Which track are we racing on?"

"You're the Wyvern Mountain racing goddess, so let's race on Wyvern Mountain."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth.

Sierra's face lit up with joy.

She said coldly, "Fine, since you're courting death, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Wyvern Mountain is the highest peak in Stillwater County, with a rugged and winding mountain road full of dangerous spots. If it were an unfamiliar track with unknown conditions, Sierra might not be sure of victory, but on Wyvern Mountain, she never lost.

"Pick a bike."

She pointed at the motorcycles in the shop.

Dirk waved his hand, pointed at the door, and said, "I don't like your bikes, I brought my own."

The crowd curiously looked over.

They wanted to see what precious piece Dirk had brought to crash the party, but at the door, there was nothing but a scooter.

Sierra asked in confusion, "You mean this one?"

"To handle you, this is enough."

Dirk said with a slight smile.

Humiliation.

Immense humiliation.

A scooter trying to beat her motorcycle, clearly seeking trouble.

Sierra's eyebrows lifted, and she scoffed, "Fine, if you win, forget about sleeping with me for a night, I'll even give you a night of oral."

Do what you say.

A group of six bikes got ready, driving for half an hour, arrived at the foot of Wyvern Mountain.

But Sierra's group waited about five or six minutes, and then Dirk's scooter leisurely arrived.

This made everyone laugh out loud.

Wyvern Mountain's road stretches a total of 22 kilometers, not long, but with 108 large bends and countless small ones.

It tests courage and skill.

The two bikes started side by side at the foot of the mountain.

Dirk glanced at Sierra beside him.

You had to admit, her long legs stretched out in leather pants were quite pleasing to the eye.

Sierra also noticed Dirk staring at her, coldly snorted, and said, "Wanna place my legs on your shoulders? Maybe in the next life."

After speaking, she twisted the throttle.

The motorcycle shot out like an arrow from a bow.

This road, to Sierra, couldn't be more familiar.

She knew every bend by heart.

Racing at lightning speed, she passed countless bends; seeing the summit was only a few kilometers away, Sierra glanced at the rearview mirror, Dirk's scooter was long gone.

She planned to surge to the end all at once.

Just at that moment, Dirk's scooter whooshed past her.

Where did this guy come from?

Seeing Dirk getting farther away.

Sierra became anxious.

Could she really lose this race?

In her haste, she didn't care much, twisted the throttle to the limit, and chased after him.

The next big bend came up in a flash; this bend required Sierra to slow down, but to win the race, she threw caution to the wind.

As the motorcycle neared the bend.

She lowered her body, preparing to turn.

But the curve was too sharp.

At such speed, there was no way to turn; seeing the cliff right in front, it was too late to brake.

The bike surged off the cliff.

Landing on the mountain slope.

Sierra only felt her body out of control, spinning wildly, and then she knew nothing.

She didn't know how long she'd been unconscious.

When she slowly opened her eyes, she saw a familiar face.

"You're awake?"

Dirk asked with concern.

Realizing she was lying in Dirk's arms, Sierra was both embarrassed and angry, just about to get up, but a sharp pain shot through her thigh, causing her whole body to spasm.

"Don't move, your hip is dislocated."

Dirk said.

He took a few deep breaths.

Sierra looked around.

The canopy of trees blocked out the sun, the surrounding grass flattened over a large area, clearly, she was still deep within Wyvern Mountain.

"You rolled down from the mountain; I heard the commotion and jumped down too. Luckily, I found you; otherwise, you'd likely get eaten by wild animals."

"It's none of your business!"

Sierra's temper was a bit stubborn.

She pushed Dirk away with force.

Trying to roll out of Dirk's arms, her leg slammed heavily on the ground, and the incoming pain nearly made her faint again.

"Fine, I won't care about you, you manage on your own. Oh, let me remind you, there's no signal here, and around this season, there are many venomous snakes in the mountains and quite a few wild animals coming out to hunt. Be careful!"

After speaking.

Dirk stood up, acting as if he was leaving.

He had just taken three steps.

Sierra yelled from behind, "Dirk Carter, you're a bastard!"

"How am I a bastard? You're the one who agreed to race with me; you fell down the mountain, and I followed. Now I want to save you, and you don't let me. What can I do?"

In such an environment, even the strongest woman would be afraid.

Seeing Dirk is still about to leave.

Sierra bit her lip.

With a voice full of grievance, she said, "Then... then I agree to let you stay."

"Come on, Sister Knife, what do you mean by letting me stay? Either I stay voluntarily, or you ask me to; two choices, decide for yourself."

"Dirk, I suggest you don't push it!"

"Fine, then I'm leaving!"

Dirk again moved his steps.

The always arrogant Sierra, at this moment, had to lower her head.

She gritted her teeth, quietly saying, "Then I ask you to stay."

"What did you say? I didn't hear you!"

Dirk turned around and asked.

Though angry, Sierra was helpless, shouting loudly, "Dirk Carter, I beg you to stay and help me!"

"That's more like it."

Dirk muttered softly.

Squatted down.

His hand gently landed on Sierra's thigh.

As Sierra saw this, she was furious.

She swung another slap towards Dirk, but he blocked it.

"Rogue, I'm already like this, and you still think of taking liberties with me, get lost!"

"Miss, I'm treating you. If this leg doesn't get better, how will we get out of the mountain? Besides, it's about to rain soon; do you want to die here?"

Dirk's words scared Sierra.

She bit her lip, seemingly making up her mind, and said, "Then do it."

Dirk's hand began pressing gently on the thigh.

After pondering for a while.

He said, "These leather pants you're wearing are too thick; I can't feel the bone. I'll need to take off your pants, or there's no other way."

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