True to her strong-woman reputation, she had to outdo men even in such matters.
But what did that matter? Did she have any experience in horsemanship?
She straddled it but couldn't sit down for a long while.
She had no choice; it hurt so much that she couldn't bear to sit down. Several times she tried to sit, but ended up rising again.
"Can you handle it, or are you just teasing my buddy here?" Lin Zhenghui saw her playing with him.
"It hurts. Why does it have to be so big; I can't even sit down." Han Yue'er gently slapped Lin Zhenghui's chest, complaining about his formidable weapon.
"Do you want me to help you with that?" Lin Zhenghui's hands gently slid from above down to her waist, forcefully keeping her seated and not allowing her to get up.
Moreover, he pressed her down hard!
"It hurts, stop, stop..." Han Yue'er frowned as if she was about to collapse onto Lin Zhenghui.
