Yu Youyao's face turned red. Only then did she realize that Yin Huaixi had caught her and protected her in his arms, not letting her suffer any injuries.
Moreover, she was actually lying on Yin Huaixi.
"Were you frightened?" Yin Huaixi patted her back gently and comforted her. "Don't be afraid. You're fine now."
He lay flat on the ground and rested his chin on the top of Yu Youyao's head. If he lowered his head slightly, he could kiss the top of her fragrant head. She had used rose dew. Perhaps because she had been riding the horse for a while, her body was sweating. The fragrance of the dew immediately spread. When he leaned closer to smell it, it was as if threads wrapped around his nose and refreshed him.
His throat rolled, and his mouth felt a little dry. He quickly asked her, "Are you injured?"
