Finally, he held her hand firmly with his big hand, then moved the horse closer, and with a strong effort on his arm, he pulled Qiu Mo from the horse into his arms.
"Momo." Leng Xiao held the horse's reins with one hand and held Qiu Mo in his arms with the other, while the out-of-control pony galloped forward even more desperately.
He was so frightened that he broke out into a cold sweat. It was hard to imagine that if she let go even a little bit, she would be thrown out by the horse, which could cause her to suffer a broken bone or even kill her immediately.
When he thought of this, his heart beat loudly, and his strong arms hugged her tighter.
He had never been afraid of anything, but she was the only one who made his heart palpitate again and again, making it difficult for him to let go.
Qiu Mo shrank into his arms. There was a faint smell of sweat on his body, which was the smell she was familiar with. She greedily pressed her face closer to his chest, even closer, using her two small hands.
She also grabbed the clothes on his chest helplessly.
Whenever she was scared, she was used to clinging to him like this, as if he was everything she owned.
"Momo, do you know how dangerous it was just now?" Although he said reprimands, his tone was extremely gentle.
She knew she was wrong, so she didn't say a word, but buried her head in his arms with great grievance.
She thought there would be no danger as long as she rode slowly, but she didn't know that Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway and frighten her horse. She also didn't know how to control an out-of-control horse. For a moment, she even thought, this time she was really dead.
It’s settled.
Leng Xiao glanced at her helplessly and lovingly. She curled up in his arms like a quail, a small trembling ball.
That riding outfit wrapped her petite and exquisite figure in an extremely sexy and beautiful way, making him unable to help but want to go deeper.
He rode a horse and slowed down, changing from a trot to a stroll. The smell of green grass and green leaves was floating everywhere in the air. The mountains and rivers in the distance were blurry like a splash-ink painting. Swimming in it felt like being there.
The painting is average.
So freehand, so quiet, Qiu Mo almost thought she was dreaming. She was no longer afraid in her heart at this time, but in order to retain this hard-won moment, she still pretended to lie in his arms, but
However, the corners of her eyes quietly looked up, following his perfectly shaped chin, then to the sexy slightly pursed thin lips and sharp nose.
She wanted to reach out and touch his face, but she could only clench her fist and place it carefully by her side.
This kind of embrace could only be in a dream.
The white horse wandered all the way, surrounded by white clouds and green grass, and the riders around him became a foil. The world was so vast that it seemed like only the two of them were left.
Leng Xiao said slowly: "Momo, I always feel that a long, long time ago, we rode horses for a leisurely walk like this. Do you think we were lovers in our previous lives?"
Qiu Mo's heart seemed to be illuminated by the warm sun, and she asked softly: "Leng Xiao, do you also believe in past and present lives?"
"I didn't believe it before, but since I met you, many scenes seem familiar."
Qiu Mo sighed slightly, had they been so entangled and sad in their previous lives?
One life is enough, why bother with another.
They were talking like this, as if nothing had happened, as if they were just an ordinary couple, passionate and affectionate on horseback, as glued to each other as they were.
Qiu Mo looked at the sparkling lake in the distance, wishing that this road could be longer, if only it could never reach the end.
Horse hooves stepped on the edge of the small lake, leaving half-moon-shaped imprints on the moist soil.
"Leng Xiao, do you know what my wish is?" Qiu Mo asked softly against his chest.
"I know, Momo wants to have a house by the sea, and then you can see the sea when you open the window." He clearly remembered every detail in her diary.
"That was my wish before. What do you think I want now?" She deliberately let it slip.
Leng Xiao frowned and thought for a while, then finally shook his head.
She smiled lightly, like a pear tree suddenly blooming.
Seeing that he was a little anxious, she said, "I hope there will be world peace."
After saying that, she giggled to herself.
Feeling the slight vibration coming from his chest, Leng Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled helplessly. Why did his Momo learn to play tricks on others, and she also laughed so happily.
It seemed that only in front of him, she would be like an ordinary little woman, well-behaved, docile, cute, and like to lose her temper. But most of the time, she was very calm and quiet.
Leng Xiao was not willing to show weakness, so he grabbed her pointed chin with his big hand, and when her eyes widened, he lowered his head and kissed her.
He cleverly kissed her red lips with his mouth, and forced the tip of his tongue into her mouth, entangled her sweet tongue and stirred it up and down.
He hadn't tasted her scent for a long time, but every time he woke up from a dream, he felt that her fragrance was still around him, as if she had been lying there just now and was just going to get a glass of water or go to the toilet.
He would rub that spot again and again until he laughed.
Qiu Mo struggled twice at the beginning, but soon she was immersed in his madness, her heart rising and falling with his movements. She knew this was wrong, but she was unwilling to let go, so she let herself sink.
This time, even if this time it will be a disaster.
God knows how much she misses him, so much so that she wakes up dreaming of him every day and night, crying so many times that her eyes are swollen, and she has no sleep all night.
She raised her hands, tightly hooked his neck, and gave herself deeper to him.
The horse was still strolling as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring the two people on its back who were kissing passionately. The horsemen passing by also looked at the pair with envy and jealousy. The man was as perfect as ever, and as beautiful as soft as poetry.
"Ring..." The phone in his pocket suddenly rang impatiently.
Both of them were shocked.
Leng Xiao left her slightly red and swollen lips and looked deeply into her pocket.
Qiu Mo's face turned slightly red and she quickly searched for the phone. When she saw the caller ID on the screen, she was immediately embarrassed and didn't know what to do. She couldn't answer it or not.
"He's looking for you? Answer it." There was no emotion in Leng Xiao's voice, but his hand on her waist was held harder.
Qiu Mo picked up the phone carefully. Before she could speak, Ye Hen's voice was already a little impatient: "Momo, have you been riding a horse for so long?"
Qiu Mo said hurriedly: "I'll go back now."
"Okay, I booked a restaurant for tonight. There is a new French chef in that restaurant. I think you will like it."
She swallowed the sentence that she didn't want to eat raw, and in the end she just said: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, she didn't dare to look at the cold face, like a thief with a guilty conscience.