Qiao Yi only heard the sound of horse hooves.
Surprised, she turned to look, and saw Yunxi galloping towards her.
Moreover, he surprisingly vaulted his horse over the barrier, landing elegantly, and continued to approach her.
Sunlight poured down, capturing the young man in its brilliance. His expression was gloomy, but as he got close to her, he simply reached out his hand to her.
Qiao Yi extended her little hand: "There's only one stirrup, I can't get up..."
The rest of her words were swallowed back.
Because Yunxi leaned over, lifted her up, and placed her on the horse's back.
Qiao Yi sat in front of him, her cheeks pink.
I must admit, being embraced like this to ride together had an unexpected charm.
Yunxi took her away from the stands, circled around the stables, and entered through the main entrance of the racetrack: "What did the two of you say just now?"
