An Jing was somewhat shocked. This spirit, this temperament—it truly befitted a horse that had been on the battlefield.
As soon as Xiao Changyi stepped off the ox cart, his hand caressed Zhuri's head, and immediately, Zhuri became docile, even closing his eyes in enjoyment, behaving incredibly well.
An Jing also wanted to touch the horse, so she too got off the ox cart, but as soon as her hand reached towards Zhuri, the horse immediately opened its eyes, alert and full of fierceness, snorting heavily as if to say, 'If you dare touch me, I'll trample you to death,' displaying an imposing demeanor.
An Jing: "..."
"Zhuri!" Xiao Changyi frowned and sharply reprimanded.
Zhuri then became docile again.
Making An Jing wonder if she had been seeing things just a moment ago.
"Jing Er, you can touch him now," Xiao Changyi said.
An Jing hesitated, but in the end, she reached out again and touched Zhuri's face.
Zhuri just glanced at her and showed no other reaction.
