"Take my hand, Miss Wang. I will pull you up." Already sitting atop the horse, Mo Xian offered his hand to Wang Jingyuan, who had her left foot up in the stirrups. "When I do, use the momentum to swing your right leg over the horse."
"Okay." With Feng Ming Sword tied securely to her back, Wang Jingyuan had both hands free. She grabbed Mo Xian's hand with her left hand.
"On the count of three. One—two—three!" Mo Xian gripped her hand tightly and pulled. Wang Jingyuan applied pressure down on the stirrup and jumped, successfully swinging her right leg over the horse. She landed in the saddle behind Mo Xian and quickly grabbed hold of his waist to steady herself.
"Woah!"
"Miss Wang, are you alright?" As the horse snorted and stomped the ground, Mo Xian felt Wang Jingyuan sway from side to side behind him. He quickly clamped his hands over hers in fear that she would fall off.
