Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 102 Riding a Horse Together
The brim of the baseball cap was pulled low, blocking a large part of her vision. Su Ruoyun decisively raised her hand to take off the hat. Huo Jingcheng, who was standing next to her, seemed to have been prepared. He reached out and took the hat, hooking his fingers around it, and the hat landed steadily in his palm.

With her baseball cap removed, her delicate face and skin appeared even more radiant under the sunlight.

Su Ruoyun gripped the saddle with her right hand, leaped into the air, and successfully mounted the horse. She tightly held the reins in her hand, adjusted them, and then gave them a slight tug. The black and red steed raised its head, spread its hooves, and began to trot.

She rode her horse around the racetrack, the hooves clattering and kicking up dust, and she felt the wind howling in her ears before riding back to the starting point.

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand and grabbed the reins. The Akhal-Teke neighed and came to a steady stop. It paced back and forth in place, occasionally lowering its head to nudge the soil with its muzzle.

Su Ruoyun leaned down, pressing her entire body against the horse's back. She reached out and gently stroked the horse's mane down to its head, her fingertips lightly scratching its ears. Her affection was evident. "What's this horse's name?"

Su Ruoyun's eyes sparkled with an undisguised light.

The Akhal-Teke horse, commonly known as a purebred Akhal-Teke horse, is worth more than ten million US dollars per horse and is usually kept by its owner at a horse farm.

Huo Jingcheng's ability to use it freely indicates that he is the owner of this horse.

Huo Jingcheng stared at her for two or three seconds, then a smile appeared on his lips, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery. He deliberately said, "Bamboo."

"Bullshit."

What horse would have such a name? It's clearly just teasing her.

Su Ruoyun was so angry that her teeth itched. She gritted her teeth and gave him a subtle, seemingly unintentional glare.

Huo Jingcheng took in her wide-eyed expression, his smile deepening. Then, he casually turned his head, glancing around at her with a relaxed tone: "Pinot Noir."

His English pronunciation was pleasant, complementing his deep, magnetic voice.

Pinot Noir?
Pinot Noir is a type of grape used in winemaking. Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru and Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti Grand Cru are both top wineries in Burgundy, France.

Is it because the horse's coat is the color of wine?

Su Ruoyun shook her head, unable to fathom his thoughts.

As she drifted off into a daze, Huo Jingcheng casually raised his hand, grabbed the reins, and then, with a swift and graceful motion, stepped into the stirrups and mounted the horse.

The movements were so fast that Su Ruoyun had no time to react.

"Hey! You—"

Caught off guard, someone suddenly appeared behind Su Ruoyun. The immense impact sent her stumbling forward, only to be pulled back by inertia, causing her to fall backward uncontrollably and crash heavily into the warm, firm embrace behind her.

A faint scent of tobacco drifted into her nostrils, mingled with a unique, subtle woody aroma. The two scents slowly spread from behind her, enveloping her from back to front.

Without the romantic atmosphere of a romance novel, Su Ruoyun felt like she was being squeezed so tightly she could hardly breathe.

The single saddle already had only so much space, but now an adult man was squeezed in, making her look like she was being compressed into a telephone pole.

She frowned, forced herself to turn around and look at Huo Jingcheng behind her, her tone tinged with annoyance: "You're crowding me!"

After saying this, Su Ruoyun freed one hand, made a fist, and tapped Huo Jingcheng's knee next to her as a gesture of greeting.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng stretched out his forearm, with most of his arm across her front, wrapped it around her slender waist, and with a little force, half-lifted her onto his body.

Now, the two of them weren't so uncomfortable sitting together. However, Su Ruoyun could clearly feel her buttocks pressing against his firm and powerful thighs, and an indescribable heat instantly rushed to her cheeks, causing her to tighten her grip on the reins.

She had personally experienced the devastating consequences of falling from heights, and the memories flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

Su Ruoyun no longer had the confidence to directly curse him as before. She dared not speak to Huo Jingcheng in the same tone as before. She could only suppress her inner panic and try to speak to him in a gentle and kind tone, "Let me down."

"No." Huo Jingcheng's response was crisp and decisive, leaving no room for doubt. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Su Ruoyun frowning, her dark brown eyes gleaming in the sunlight, full of dissatisfaction. He slowly added, "She'll just sit here for a while."

……

Meanwhile, not far away, on the balcony of a three-story building, sat two men.

On the solid wood rattan chair, the man sat in a relaxed posture, legs crossed, looking natural and casual.

"Third Brother's move was absolutely amazing, so cool!"

Li Wenye leaned back lazily in his chair, his long, well-defined fingers casually resting on the armrests, tapping them lightly. In his other hand, he held a pair of binoculars, his eyes fixed on the racecourse just fifty meters away, observing it with great care.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheyan casually raised his hand, picked up a bottle of ice-cold beer from the coffee table, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful. Then, he mercilessly retorted, "That can't compare to your heroic rescue of the damsel in distress just now."

Upon closer inspection, Li Wenye's right forearm and elbow, where he was holding the binoculars, had abrasions of varying degrees.

He heard Chen Zheyan's words and raised an eyebrow noncommittally. "What, are you envious?"

"Envious of hurting your own hand? What a joke!" Chen Zheyan said, licking the remaining beer foam from his lips, his words carrying a hint of insincerity.

Li Wenye tugged at the corners of his lips, a faint smile appearing on his face, but it vanished in an instant.

……

On the other side, Huo Jingcheng, still sitting on his horse, was completely unaware that someone was criticizing him from fifty meters away.

"Can we go down now?"

Pinot Noir was still pacing back and forth in small steps, taking a few steps forward and backward along the path, which made Su Ruoyun a little nervous, afraid that it wouldn't be able to support the weight of herself and Huo Jingcheng.

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to glance at the steel watch on his left wrist and clicked his tongue lightly, "It's only been a minute, what's your hurry?"

After some time, Su Ruoyun asked him again:
"Can we go down now?"

"Thirty seconds."

"Now you can—"

"Ten seconds."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

She closed her eyes irritably, trying her best to control her anger. She felt that Huo Jingcheng was clearly playing with her; time couldn't be moving this slowly.

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