Thomas Shannon reached out and took her hand.
With his help, Sophie Sullivan stepped on the stirrup and swiftly mounted the horse.
She was practically sitting in Thomas Shannon's embrace, her back pressed tightly against his chest, their bodies flush together.
"Where did you get this horse?"
"From a herdsman."
Sophie Sullivan also grasped the reins and turned to look at him. "Dare to go faster?"
Dare to?
This was undoubtedly a provocation to any man!
Thomas Shannon's eyes darkened. "Hold on tight!"
The next second, he tugged the reins, and the steed instantly began to accelerate.
Galloping across the meadow, facing the wind, it felt as if by spreading her arms, she could intimately embrace it.
Lift her head, and she could merge into the blue sky.
Sophie Sullivan felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation and ease. She boldly raised her hands and began to cheer.
"Be careful!"
Thomas Shannon's brow furrowed, and he warned her in a deep voice from behind.
