Falling into that embrace with a familiar aura, a familiar warmth, even the familiar rhythm of the chest pressed against her back, Shang Ruyi felt her heart beating like thunder, unable to move, almost slipping out of his embrace.
That strong arm firmly encircled her slender waist.
"...!"
This time, Shang Ruyi couldn't even breathe.
And the person holding her didn't say much either, just seemingly lowered his head for a glance, as the hot, heavy breath brushed past Shang Ruyi's ear, making her shiver slightly. He let out a deep sigh, tightened the reins with his other hand, turned the horse's head, and prepared to ride away.
Though her heart was pounding, and her breath nearly escaped control, Shang Ruyi still managed to catch a shred of reason and whispered: "Wait a moment!"
That hand immediately paused: "Hmm?"
"Lei Yu..."
"What?"
"Lei Yu is still at the Turkic Yatai."
"Do you want me to take her along too?"
"I—"
