Xu Qianli rode his steed across the grasslands for quite a while before Mo Yudie eventually collapsed into his embrace, unable to sit up straight without his support around her waist, almost certainly falling off otherwise.
Finally satisfied, Xu Qianli slowed down the horse's pace, wrapping his arms around Mo Yudie's slender waist, nestling her delicate body toward him, and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
As someone who'd been around the block, Xu Qianli knew well that such honeyed words often had a more potent effect on women than most things.
Especially for a woman like Mo Yudie, who was born into nobility, led an incredibly privileged life lacking nothing—owning even luxury private yachts and airplanes—the intangible, spiritual things could captivate her heart far more than any material offerings.
