She feared the horse would go wild again.
Feared being thrown off once more.
And feared... that he would protect her under him once more...
She couldn't forget the large patches of bruises and scars on his back, worried that this time, he might not wake up.
"Get down, I'll accompany you." Fu Nancheng spoke again, his voice cold and stern.
He feared she'd continue this nonsense, if so, he wouldn't be able to resist dealing with her here!
Qiao Mo slightly raised her head, looking at him, still somewhat hesitant.
Finally, after a stalemate lasting over ten minutes, they were finally riding the same horse.
Fu Nancheng sat behind her, holding the reins together, speaking in a deep voice: "Keep your back straight, relax your hands... grip your legs tightly."
Qiao Mo leaned against his chest, feeling inexplicably safe, and began to seriously attempt.
Until the sunset, both exhausted from the hustle, allowing the horse to leisurely start trotting.
