"Ahtal, I have something I want to ask you." The little mare pursed her red lips, her expression becoming serious, her gaze carrying a faint sense of pressure:
"Do you see me as a mount or as a partner?"
Xi Mu was momentarily stunned, feeling the soft, shapely hips seated on his abdomen. Facing the little mare's earnest gaze, he smiled and replied:
"Of course, as a partner."
"Then as a partner, isn't it strange to be ridden by you every day?" The little mare fiddled with her milky white long hair beside her ear, her voice gradually growing softer, nearly inaudible.
Xi Mu looked at the increasingly flushed little mare and feigned confusion: "Partner, could you speak a little louder?"
The little mare's cheeks flushed even more. She let out a vulnerable whimper, leaning forward with her hands gripping Ahtal's chest. Her milky white hair slid from her fragrant shoulders, brushing against his cheek.
