A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

The racetrack's gravel track was extremely wide, and the birch trees on both sides seemed to recede into the cold wind.

Jiang Chu lay on Chestnut's back, her ponytail swinging gracefully behind her head.

She learned to ride a horse specifically for filming a short movie.

However, the screen time was very short, so the riding skills required were not very high.

Now that she was running, she could still keep her balance on the straightaways, but soon she started to accelerate, and the wind felt like knives cutting her face.

The jolting on the horse's back immediately tightened her core muscles.

and--

Heavy, rapid, and extremely oppressive hoofbeats came from behind, each step like muffled thunder pounding on the sand and gravel.

"!"

She called out, trying to urge the chestnut beneath her to hurry.

However, the stride and explosive power of a Thoroughbred are simply incomparable to those of a docile chestnut.

Jiang Chu turned his head and saw Xie Jing lying on the horse's back, his figure blending into Apollo's.

His jet-black leather boots, tight riding breeches, and long, slender legs exuded a wild and dangerous tension as he ran at high speed.

The black lightning bolt approached her side in the blink of an eye.

Slow down!

Xie Jing's deep voice boomed in the wind, "You won't be able to hold on."

He didn't need to shout at all; Apollo had already understood and pressed himself against him.

The man held the reins with one hand, leaned slightly forward, and cut into the gap between the two horses with an almost predatory posture.

Apollo's towering figure stood directly in front of the wind, blocking most of the biting cold wind.

Xie Jing stretched out his long arm, his rough leather gloves precisely catching Chestnut's reins, and pulled it back with a slight force.

The two horses gradually slowed down and eventually stopped in the middle of the track.

Jiang Chu was a little out of breath from the bumpy ride, her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed red from the winter wind, and her bright eyes were full of a defiant smile.

She turned her head to look at the man who was much taller than her, and continued to flirt with him:

"You ran pretty fast, Chairman. What's wrong? Got a spanking and you're in such a hurry to get revenge?"

Xie Jing looked down at her from his high position.

He straddled Apollo's tall horse, an angle that made his already imposing figure appear even more terrifying.

He didn't speak immediately, his deep, dark eyes locking onto her with a glint of predator eyeing its prey.

"Get down," he commanded in a low voice.

"No," Jiang Chu turned her head away, tugging at the reins to try and make Chestnut take a step back. "I'm riding just fine by myself..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Xie Jing looped Apollo's reins around his wrist, using the saddle for leverage, and his tall body drew an extremely clean arc in the air.

Before Jiang Chu could even cry out in surprise, a large, hot hand had already firmly gripped her waist.

With a single, powerful effort, Xie Jing lifted Jiang Chu off Chestnut's back.

She suddenly took to the air.

In a dizzying moment, she was placed steadily in front of Xie Jing.

The saddle here was originally wide, but with two people squeezed in, plus Xie Jing's physique, the space suddenly became cramped.

Jiang Chu's back was pressed tightly against the man's hard chest muscles, and the hard contours hurt her even through two layers of clothing.

Those muscular, strong legs were tightly clamped between Apollo's abdomens.

She felt as if she had been completely swallowed up, forced to straddle the junction of his thighs, her legs barely resting on his straight, stiff cycling shorts.

A posture with no room for resistance.

"Well……"

She struggled for a moment, trying to find a more comfortable position, but only managed to rub against the man's taut thigh muscles.

"Don't move."

Xie Jing lowered his head, his hoarse voice close to her ear, carrying a hint of warning.

His large hand rested on her lower abdomen, while his other hand slipped under her armpit, gripping the reins firmly, locking her tightly between himself and Apollo's saddle.

The man's warm, heavy breath sprayed onto her delicate neck without reservation, arousing a slight shiver.

Jiang Chu bit her lip. "...You're so hot."

"Is it hot?"

Xie Jing bit her earlobe, a little too hard, and his gaze deepened as he looked at the girl's flushed neck.

"You're still quite cold."

As he spoke, he hugged her even tighter, nuzzling her neck like a large, affectionate dog.

"...Shall I warm you up?"

"No," Jiang Chu shrank back, trying to avoid his breath, but he held her even tighter. "No... I'm sorry, okay..."

Xie Jing snorted coldly, tightening his grip on her waist slightly, forcing her to turn around.

Turning around on horseback is actually a rather dangerous and skillful maneuver.

The man's arm was as steady as a cast-iron railing.

Jiang Chu was forced to turn halfway around on the narrow saddle, so that she was straddling his lap and facing him.

Her figure was already slender, and next to Xie Jing, who was wearing a fitted riding outfit, she appeared even more petite.

Their breaths mingled instantly.

"Weren't you having a great time taking pictures just now?"

Xie Jing lowered his head, and that handsome, cold face loomed infinitely large before his eyes.

Before Jiang Chu could refute, the man's thin lips pressed down hard on hers.

It was rough, urgent, and carried the unyielding possessiveness of a superior, with a hint of punishment.

His tongue roughly forced its way through her teeth, sweeping wildly across her mouth and stealing every inch of air.

His large hand gripped the back of her head, preventing her from having any chance to back down, while his other hand slid down her spine.

Finally, the force landed on his firm, perky buttocks, pressing him hard into his own arms.

"Feed..."

Jiang Chu felt weak all over from his kiss and couldn't help but raise her hands to wrap around his neck.

Apollo seemed to feel the scorching heat on the horse's back, and pawing the ground uneasily with his hooves, letting out a soft neigh.

The kiss lasted a long time.

The two separated slightly.

Xie Jing didn't completely back away, but instead pressed his forehead against hers, his heavy breaths spraying onto her lips.

His usually dark eyes were now filled with lust.

"If you like," Xie Jing gently stroked her swollen lips with his fingertips, his voice hoarse, "we'll take as many pictures as you want when we get back to the room tonight."

Jiang Chu gave him a playful glare, then lightly touched his taut thigh in a provocative manner: "Can you hold out until tonight?"

As she spoke, she twisted her waist slightly and lifted her knee forward.

Xie Jing: "..."