The wilder Song Yunzhao's horseback ride with Feng Yi had been during the day, the more miserable she was that night. It felt as if her thighs no longer belonged to her.
Feng Yi applied ointment for her, murmuring as he did, "This is my fault. I forgot you don't ride often. I thought it wouldn't be a problem with me leading you, but who knew you were so delicate."
The insides of her thighs were chafed red.
Song Yunzhao hadn't expected it to be this bad either. While on the horse, all she'd felt was pure joy and exhilaration. 'Faster! This is amazing!'
But she wilted the moment she got back.
The after-effects were a little intense.
"Were you like this when you first learned to ride? Was Feng Ze like this too?" Thinking of her son, Yun Zhao's heart ached for the little boy.
