As Nianshi pulled her from his head, Xinyi shouted, "What are…," but before she knew it, the dragon flung her on the air while saying, "Catch your wife, Governor."
"Ahh, No!!" Before Xinyi could voice her protest, two strong arms received her and her face hit Ming's steady chest and her hand involuntarily wrapped around his neck to keep her body from falling. And that familiar fresh pine scent entered her nose again.
"Gotcha!" said Ming, whatever the single word suggested, only Ming knew. The stallion flew under Ming and he straddled on the stallion's back with no difficulty. He positioned her with her legs on one side of the horse, while a hand rounded her waist pressing her on his front and the other held the horse's reins.
