Yang Wuxu has been in a honeymoon phase with Fei Qing recently, their feelings are as sweet as if they were mixed with honey. Meanwhile, Su Ziceng, unable to seek help from Hang Yishao and not even considering asking Chang Chi, had no choice but to turn to a teacher when encountering difficulties.
"There's even an exam for this?" Su Ziceng didn't care about her image anymore, her butt perched on the horse's back, on the verge of tears.
Pello left the group of girls and patted the horse under Su Ziceng. The horse that had been holding its head high soon bowed it down.
Su Ziceng asserted that this must be a mare, and a mare that loved being flattered at that. Seeing the horse lick Pello again, she gave it another definition: a lecherous mare that loved flattery. Pello patted the horse's back, and the mare's eyes twinkled,
