America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

She bit her lip, and although she resisted verbally, her body betrayed her by leaning closer to Chen An.

"What happened in the wild?"

Chen An's large hand covered her inner thigh.

Even through that layer of fabric, you could still feel the taut muscles and the astonishing heat.

Chen An's technique was unique; he used the strength of the heel of his palm to gently press those sore acupoints.

"Well……"

Jessica let out a very soft, kitten-like hum.

This is a secret interaction that takes place in broad daylight, right under the mother's nose.

This amplified her sensory stimulation countless times.

"An... your hands... are so hot..." Her breathing became rapid.

"This is just the beginning."

Chen An leaned close to her ear and asked, "On the way back, do you dare to ride the same horse as me?"

Jessica paused for a moment.

Riding the same horse as Chen An?

She remembered scenes from movies where the man sat in the back and the woman in the front.

With every jolt on horseback, the two people's bodies would collide directly.

That's a million times more stimulating than that simple massage I just had.

"I...I dare."

Jessica's eyes welled up with tears, and she puffed out her chest. "If you dare to bring me, I dare to ride."

……

On the way back.

Jessica got her wish and sat on the tall, black Friesian horse, right in front of Chen An.

Her Quarter Horse was tethered behind her.

"Hold on tight."

Chen An embraced her from behind, his hands gripping the reins. His chest pressed tightly against Jessica's back.

"drive!"

The dark horse began to trot.

As the horse's hooves rose and fell, its back inevitably began to bounce up and down.

"what……"

Jessica was able to maintain her composure at first, but it didn't last more than a few minutes.

The uncontrolled friction and impact made her face instantly turn like a ripe apple.

Because she was sitting in the front, her body would constantly lean back in rhythm with the horse.

Then it slammed heavily into Chen An's firm abs... and further down.

Every bump felt like an electric shock.

"Boss...you...you did this on purpose?"

Jessica gripped the edge of the saddle tightly, her voice trembling, and her breathing becoming intermittent.

"What do you mean, intentional?"

Chen An pretended to be stupid, but the hands around her waist tightened their grip.

"You were the one who wanted to ride with me."

"To maintain balance on horseback, you have to move in rhythm with me."

"Relax... leave it to me."

As he spoke, he deliberately made the horse speed up.

"Da da da da..."

The sound of horses' hooves echoed across the spring pastures.

Jessica's head rested limply on Chen An's shoulder, her eyes completely glazed over.

This experience, a blend of weightlessness, speed, and the incredible heat behind you, is more intoxicating than the strongest aphrodisiac.

Sarah, riding her horse beside them, watched the two of them "lovey-dovey" from behind.

She shook her head helplessly, but a indulgent smile played on her lips.

"This girl... he really has her completely under his control."

A spring breeze swept by, carrying Jessica's laughter and the occasional uncontrollable giggles.

For Chen An, this spring afternoon...

Whether it's the sensational white strawberry in Hollywood or the boundless scenery on horseback.

All of this proves only one thing—

Every seed he planted yielded the sweetest fruit.

By the time the tall, black Friesian horse slowly carried the two back to the stable, the sun was already setting.

Chen Anli landed and dismounted, then turned around and stretched out his hands to Jessica, who was still straddling the saddle.

"We've arrived, my female knight. Shall I carry you down?"

Jessica was gripping the front of the saddle tightly with both hands, her originally fair cheeks now as red as a sunset.

The tight-fitting English riding outfit was slightly damp with sweat, especially the fabric on the inner thighs.

Due to prolonged tension and some unspeakable "bumping and friction," it exhibits an unusual wrinkle.

"It's all your fault..."

Jessica bit her lower lip, her voice as soft as melting ice cream.

She let go of his hand, wanting to dismount herself.

As soon as she lifted her leg, the soreness and trembling sensation from the groin instantly drained all her strength.

"oops!"

She gasped and slid off the horse like a noodle.

Chen An was prepared and caught her steadily in his arms, then gave her a princess carry.

"It seems our equestrian lessons still need some improvement." Chen An carried her towards the main house, chuckling mischievously in her ear.

"Your legs are already this weak after just one hour of riding. If they build an indoor riding arena, won't you faint on horseback?"

"Is that a proper horseback ride?!" Jessica buried her face in his chest and punched him in embarrassment and anger.

"You deliberately let the horse walk on those bumpy, uneven surfaces, and... and you kept butting me from behind!"

"I was helping you control the rise and fall of your center of gravity," Chen An said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

Sarah, walking behind and holding her Quarter Horse, couldn't help but chuckle as she watched the "father and daughter" flirting in front of her.

After handing the horse over to the security guards who came to greet her, she quickly followed.

"Alright, An, stop teasing her. It's normal for her legs to get chafed the first time she rides a horse. I'll go get some ointment."

……

The main house, the living room on the first floor.

Jessica changed into a large silk robe and sprawled unceremoniously on the sofa in front of the fireplace, grumbling about her sore legs.

Chen An washed his hands, took a bottle of his specially made liniment for bruises and sprains, mixed with a little bit of diluted underground divine water, and walked over.

"Stretch your legs straight."

Chen An sat on the edge of the sofa and unceremoniously lifted the hem of Jessica's robe, revealing her long, beautiful legs that usually made people unable to look away.

Sure enough, the delicate inner thighs were red and even slightly broken due to the friction of the saddle.

Of course, in addition to the red marks from friction, there were also some fingerprints that appeared to have been made by hand.

"Ouch...that hurts, be gentle!"

When Chen An's large hand, smeared with medicinal wine, touched her, Jessica gasped, her toes instantly curling up.

"Now you know it hurts? Weren't you quite energetic when you were shouting 'Faster, faster!' on horseback?"

Chen An joked, but his hands moved very gently.

The warmth of his palms, combined with the spiciness of the medicinal wine, gently massaged Jessica's skin, gradually dissolving the bruising and soreness.

This perfectly timed kneading gradually transformed from pain into a tingling, comfortable sensation.

"Hmm...yes, right there...a little higher..."

Jessica buried her face in the cushion, and the sounds she made became increasingly strange. Her previously tense body softened like a cat's.

Sarah came over with two cups of hot black tea. Seeing this, she poked her daughter's head with her finger in annoyance.

"You silly girl, you can make even applying medicine sound so tempting."