Yan Zhi stared blankly at Lu Xiaoyou's profile, her skin gashed open, yet the fresh red blood that seeped out only added a touch of bewitching charm and sinister allure to her.
Lu Xiaoyou licked her lips and turned to ask, "Just now, did you release the reins yourself?"
Yan Zhi's eyes were jet black, and within her almond-shaped ones, there was a light of watery reflection she was forcibly holding back.
She nodded and mumbled a response.
"You fool!" Lu Xiaoyou cursed.
If Yan Zhi hadn't loosened the reins early, Lu Xiaoyou would have been able to calm the out-of-control horse directly. How could she have ended up in such a mess, tumbling on the grass with Yan Zhi for several rounds?
Yan Zhi was scolded but didn't feel wronged; instead, she felt that she really was stupid.
"Xiaoyou, are you hurt anywhere else? I'll take you to the hospital!" Yan Zhi looked at her anxiously.
Lu Xiaoyou simply said, "My left arm should be dislocated."
Yan Zhi: "!"
