When Nie Xiaoyou saw Ji Xuanyan for the first time, she was sitting on a horse.
The horse is a West Pole horse, with a bright green body and long mane flying freely. Ji Xuanyan was wrapped in a bright red horse skirt and looked down at her. She had a jade-colored face, eyebrows dyed like ink, and bright teeth. She gently bit her lower lip as delicate as rose petals, and her bright peach blossom eyes slightly raised a flamboyant smile.
She lightly held a whip, and the cold wind and snow shivered from her whip. It crawled away from her hairline in despair. By the way, she picked up a stray hair and brushed her delicate lips impartially.
Nie Xiaoyou was dumbfounded, his jaw dropped with a swish, and his saliva fell half a foot long.
Then Ji Xuanyan laughed, and she leaned over and took her hand. By the time Nie Xiaoyou reacted, he was already sitting on the horse with her.
At that time, she was confused. In this vast world, where could she settle down?
When she asked her this question, Ji Xuanyan smiled evilly.
The sky and the earth are vast, and you will eventually fly with me over this green grassland.