But now, she and Haoming were riding the same horse, and they hadn't even used a fifth of the usual time before they arrived at the foot of the mountain and saw the outline of the town.
She clutched a cloth bag containing various bottles and jars, all of which she had stayed up late the night before to mix.
Haoming spurred his horse into the town, occasionally glancing down at the little girl in his arms. She was seated sideways on the horse, and as the horse galloped, her shoulder would occasionally bump against his chest, and her slender little legs would sometimes rub against his thighs. He knew it wasn't intentional; she hadn't even noticed, but he felt his mouth go dry, a restlessness growing within him, slowly...
With a gulp, he swallowed his saliva. Just then, the little girl looked up at him with a puzzled face and said, "Liang Haoming?"
"Don't move!"
Dong Huiying blinked her eyes and, as if realizing something, her face suddenly turned bright red.
