"Brother, don't worry about riding with Yin'er here."
Su Qingluo stretched out her tender, little hand with a smile, pointing at the little kingfisher standing on top of Black Wind's head.
"Chirp chirp."
The little kingfisher chirped in sync, proudly raising its head, its round, curious eyes gazing at him.
It seemed to be looking down on this clumsy boy who couldn't ride a horse.
"Uh."
Su Zixuan's cheeks turned red-hot, the feeling of being despised by a bird was not pleasant at all.
"Brother, let's go home, Qingluo is hungry."
Hearing his sister's soft, milky voice, Su Zixuan gritted his teeth and climbed onto the horse with determination.
Just as his sister had said, Black Wind didn't kick him off this time but obediently lowered its head, allowing him to climb onto its back.
Su Zixuan felt relieved and couldn't help but glance at the little kingfisher.
"Chirp chirp."
