"Mm." He nodded his head and looked at her, his exquisite little face blushed, he blinked reached out for her hand.
Seeing this, Feng Jiu smiled. She bent down and picked him up: "Would you like to ride on this white horse?" However, the little boy held on to her neck tightly.
"Not riding the horse."
"That's okay. Shall I carry you then?" She figured that a three or four year old child was just afraid of the strange horse like Old White.
The little child lay his head on her shoulders, his arms wrapped around her neck tightly. His eyes were a strange colour as a smile flashed across his face. However, no one had noticed this.
Feng Jiu sent Old White back while she took out her flying feather to take her and the little boy to the kitchen to see what there was to eat. They took some food and returned to her cave dwelling and sat down by the stone table.
