[Khan Chapter 7] Moisten your lips

Both of them fell silent, and only the chirping of birds could be heard.

Chu Jiao glanced at the stunned man beside her and said with a smile, "Big Beard, let's have a competition!"

"If you win, I will agree to one of your requests... If I win, you will shave your beard, okay?"

She really couldn't stand the thick beard of men for a long time, it was an eyesore.

"Oh, you little girl, you still want to compete with me?" Huluoyan curled his lips and smiled, "Okay, if you really win, I will shave this beard that I have grown for three years!"

"Don't underestimate me!" Chu Jiao raised her hand and waved the whip. With a coquettish shout, the brown mare grew up and left, leaving the man with a neat back.

Huluoyan held the rope tightly with a happy mood, squeezed his legs, and the precious horse under his crotch sped up cleverly and chased after the man and horse in front.

The two men agreed to use the pine tree on the hillside not far away as the end point. Whoever arrived there first would be the winner.

Huluyan originally thought that this princess who couldn't even get on a horse was just an embroidered pillow. He didn't expect that he really underestimated her. The girl's riding skills were very good, and she left him behind in a short while.

However, Huluyan had lived on horseback since he was a child. He had given her a few breaks before, and when he really got serious, he caught up with her in a short while.

The two arrived at the finish line almost at the same time, but Huluyan still had a slight advantage.

He laughed and teased a little girl who made a boast, "Princess, I'm so sorry, I won by accident."

Chu Jiao pouted, "It's not fair, your horse is a precious horse, how can my little horse outrun it!"

"Oh, then let's play another game," Huluyan generously let her win, "Let's change horses."

The result of changing horses was still the same.

A very realistic slap on Chu Jiao's confidence.

Chu Jiao jumped off the horse, sat on the grass and panted, and said with her hands, "Tell me, what do you want me to do? I always keep my word."

Huluoyan also stopped, put the two horses aside to eat grass, and sat next to the girl. Shrugging, "I haven't thought about it yet, keep it for

now." He really hadn't thought about it, and given the identities of the two people now, it would be inappropriate for him to make any request.

"Okay."

The two sat on the grass, enjoying the breeze and the sun. Although they didn't talk anymore, the atmosphere was surprisingly good.

Huluoyan moved his lips and suddenly wanted to tell the girl next to him his true identity.

What would she think?

Surprise? Or angry?

But at this moment, Chu Jiao suddenly yawned.

She had not been able to sleep well these days due to the traffic sickness. Now that the sun was shining warmly on her body, she felt sleepy.

"Are you sleepy?" Seeing this, Huluoyan took back what he wanted to say, pulled off his cloak, and spread it on the grass behind Chu Jiao. "Take a nap. I'll call you when the convoy arrives."

The girl's eyes were hazy, and her sleep quality could be seen at a glance.

"Well, okay..."

Chu Jiao lay on her cloak, answered drowsily, and her eyelids closed heavily.

Huluoyan also lay on his back beside her. He was not sleepy, so he propped up his head and stared at the little girl in front of him in a daze.

From the beginning of planning to seize the position to now holding thirty-six parts, he actually hasn't had a real rest for a long time. Closing his eyes every night was just a physiological need, but his heart was always trapped in conspiracy and intrigue, becoming more mature and older.

However, since he met the little princess of the enemy country, he has experienced a vitality he has never had before in just a month. A man in his thirties actually fights with her like a teenager.

The sun shines on the delicate and fair face, outlining her outline with a layer of golden halo.

Hu Luo stretched out his hand, and the fingertips covered with old cocoons approached the girl's face little by little, stopping at a distance of only a millimeter.

He gently stroked the fine hair on the girl's face, from the delicate eyebrows to the rosy cheeks.

Finally, he stopped at the slightly curved lips that looked like they were smiling.

The girl's lips, which were always plump, were now a little dry and cracked because she had never drunk water. The touch from his fingertips made Huluoyan frown.

He lowered his head like a possessed man and kissed those lips.

He ignored the water bag on the horse's back. Huluoyan told himself that the girl was so afraid of thirst, and he was just moistening her lips.