This wasn't the first time he had asked this question.
Yet Qiao Xi still found herself blushing red.
She hastily picked up a bowl of soup to drink, hiding the turmoil inside her heart.
How could he ask such a question in broad daylight, with such seriousness?
It left her not knowing how to answer.
"Do you like it or not?" His patience was excellent as he leaned in and asked again.
The hot breath nearly touched her earlobe, and the brief electrifying sensation filled Qiao Xi's mind with many inappropriate images.
Every night they were truly indulgent, utterly absurd.
With misty eyes, Qiao Xi lowered her head and dodged the question, "What does it matter if I like it? What if I don't?"
"If you like it, continue riding, if not, you still have to ride. You can't get off this horseback."
So domineering!
