"I feel the same!" These seemingly genuine words from Ye Shao rang in her ears.
No matter who might say these words, Zhu Qianying would carefully analyze their sincerity. However, when it came to Ye Shao, she didn't think twice, immediately dismissing his words as lies.
They were just public statements meant for others to hear.
As expected, the make-up artist standing next to the horse, helping Zhu Qianying put on high heels, wisely kept silent. The ambiguous smile on her face, however, blatantly betrayed her thoughts.
Zhu Qianying leaned forward slightly, her back leaving Ye Shao's solid chest, "Thank you!"
With Zhu Qianying's thanks, Ye Shao raised the whip, snapping it against the horse's rear. The horse neighed and broke into a gallop. Zhu Qianying, unprepared for the sudden movement, fell backwards and once again crashed into Ye Shao's arms.
