Ji Kongqing had no choice but to separate the two horses. 

Lu Xi let out a sigh of regret. 

Sigh, the white horse was indeed beautiful, and it did have a slightly repressed, sensual vibe. 

But the proper Professor Ji paired with the sacred white horse, while beautiful, lacked a certain… punch. 

How much cooler and more exciting was a black horse! 

Especially a domineering, wild, but loyal muscular black horse! 

Children like fairy tales of knights on white horses, adults should go for something more suggestive! 

Ji Kongqing saw Lu Xi’s slight regret, but didn’t understand what he was regretting. 

Could it be because Lu Xi had originally thought he would see Caesar at the horse farm? 

But hadn’t Lu Xi disliked the black Caesar in the past? 

But before Ji Kongqing could think it over, Lu Xi’s fingertips brushed against his palm as he took the reins, and the seemingly casual touch, through the fabric of the gloves, caused Ji Kongqing’s muscles to tense instantly. 

The feeling of fingertips brushing against his palm was too subtle and ambiguous; Ji Kongqing could even hear the throbbing of his blood vessels in his ears. 

He turned his head away, somewhat embarrassedly suppressing the hoarseness in his throat. 

Lu Xi was observing Ji Kongqing. 

As a BL artist, even without practical experience, Lu Xi’s theoretical knowledge was absolutely overflowing. 

He had just used his fingertips to subtly tease Ji Kongqing. 

Although it was a little subtle, it… was quite proactive. 

He would test the waters first, then decide whether to use some big moves later. 

As a result, the teased Professor Ji, with an unmoved and unfazed demeanor, completely missed the signal, not only turning his head to adjust the saddle, but also naturally asking Lu Xi if he was ready when he turned back. 

Lu Xi saw his reflection in Jing Shuang’s clear eyes. 

He saw himself as if he had a clown’s head. 

Okay, okay, then don’t blame him for increasing the firepower! 

A slightly embarrassed and troubled expression appeared on Lu Xi’s face: “I seem to… have really forgotten how to ride a horse.” 

The young man standing next to the beautiful white horse turned his head and smiled faintly, his light brown hair mixed with golden sunlight. 

“I wonder if Professor Ji accepts extra lessons?” 

At that moment, Ji Kongqing’s heart pounded like a drum. 

No matter how many years passed, no matter how much time cooled, as long as he saw Lu Xi again, he would fall for him. 

Ji Kongqing had never understood this so clearly as he did now. 

Therefore, Professor Ji raised his hand and slightly pushed up his glasses, his tone gentle, even with a relaxed smile: “Okay, I’ll give Lu… classmate an extra lesson.” 

This address almost made Lu Xi’s legs go weak, causing him to roll off the stirrup. 

Then he was caught by Ji Kongqing, who grabbed his leg and supported his waist, firmly holding him on the saddle. 

Lu Xi’s mind went blank. 

Through the riding attire and gloves, Lu Xi couldn’t feel the temperature of Ji Kongqing’s palm, but when Ji Kongqing firmly grasped his leg, he felt the just-right strength, with restraint and control. 

He lowered his head and watched Ji Kongqing adjust his askew gaiters. 

As if in return, the other’s fingertips brushed against his tense calf muscles, causing Lu Xi to suddenly straighten his foot, clench the reins, and his Adam’s apple roll with difficulty. 

His nervous appearance was like a real equestrian beginner. 

Although he was going to teach Lu Xi to ride, Ji Kongqing didn’t get on the horse himself, but walked beside the horse like a coach, leading Jing Shuang, guiding Jing Shuang to walk slowly with Lu Xi, his gaze always fixed on Lu Xi, patiently and gently: “Straighten your back a little more… Don’t be nervous, follow Jing Shuang’s rhythm… Good, yes, that’s it…” 

The pure teaching atmosphere dispelled the ambiguous atmosphere, and Lu Xi gradually relaxed. 

Perhaps he was indeed a little unfamiliar at first, but he had learned before, so Lu Xi quickly regained his skills, truly feeling the unrestrained freedom of the horse farm that he hadn’t felt for a long time. 

When he thought of something, he would do it. 

And… 

Lu Xi pulled the reins to stop Jing Shuang, raised his hand and gestured: “Coach, can I run two laps?” 

Ji Kongqing pondered for a moment, considering that Lu Xi had said he hadn’t ridden a horse for a long time, even though Jing Shuang had a gentle temperament, it still hadn’t had any contact or interaction with Lu Xi— 

“I’ll be very worried about your safety, can I go with you?” 

“Of course, I don’t mind.” Lu Xi not only didn’t mind, but he had also anticipated that Ji Kongqing would suggest riding together, his smile bright, “Then I’ll leave it to the skilled Professor Ji.” 

…How can you cause trouble at such a polite distance! 

Ji Kongqing’s fingers holding the reins tightened. He looked up at Lu Xi, his gaze deep behind his glasses. 

Then, he mounted the horse and sat behind Lu Xi. 

Amidst the slight sound of leather and fabric rubbing, Ji Kongqing’s arm circled around Lu Xi’s side. 

The moment those hands grasped the reins, Lu Xi smelled the faint scent of juniper berries from the other’s cuffs. 

The top notes of juniper berry perfume often have a cool and distant feel, which is consistent with Lu Xi’s impression of Ji Kongqing. 

But… 

Lu Xi caught a faint scent hidden under the juniper berry fragrance, involuntarily turning his head to follow it, trying to identify the alluring scent. 

Like, pepper…? 

It smelled spicy, with a hint of the smell of leather being torn. 

The closer he got, the clearer the scent became, and the more unconsciously fascinated Lu Xi became. 

The steady and cool juniper top notes subtly revealed a spicy and stimulating scent, the wild and dangerous masculinity lurking, struggling, and about to burst forth. 

Lu Xi chased after the faint but extremely alluring scent, completely unaware that Ji Kongqing’s hand holding the reins was already tense—or rather, Ji Kongqing’s whole body was tense, like a drawn bow. 

Lu Xi’s breath grew closer and closer, his nose almost touching Ji Kongqing’s only exposed earlobe and neck. 

The man who should have stopped him remained silent, only holding the reins tightly, his breathing lighter and lighter, his throat so dry that he wanted to swallow instinctively, yet he was held back by longing expectation. 

He lowered his eyes, watching the person in his arms getting closer. 

He treasured the strands of sunlight hidden in the loose hair at the nape of the person in his arms. 

Time seemed to fall into a thick, dark pool, solidifying little by little in the sunlight. 

A sudden gust of wind carrying petals and leaves whistled across the horse farm, and Jing Shuang neighed, shaking its mane. 

Lu Xi, whose attention wasn’t on the reins, was pulled by inertia and bumped heavily into the person behind him. 

He could feel the tense hardness of Ji Kongqing’s muscles under his riding attire, steadily receiving the force of his impact. 

In a daze, Lu Xi seemed to hear a soft sigh of regret in his ear. 

But when he looked up in confusion, meeting Ji Kongqing’s calm and gentle eyes, he thought it must have been a mistake. 

He must have misheard. 

Lu Xi sat up straight, increasing the distance between himself and Ji Kongqing—although they were sitting on the same horse, no matter how much distance they increased, there was still unavoidable physical contact, but at least they had to avoid some sensitive areas. 

Recalling what he had just done, Lu Xi wasn’t sure if Ji Kongqing had noticed his obsessive sniffing, so he could only speak first: “Sorry, I didn’t sit steady just now.” 

Perhaps it was too hot, Ji Kongqing, wrapped tightly in his riding attire, said in a slightly hoarse voice: “Jing Shuang is quite sensitive to pollen.” 

The distance was too close. 

With a wealth of theoretical knowledge but zero practical experience, Lu Xi tried to straighten his back and leaned forward slightly. 

Even if their backs weren’t pressed against each other’s chests, the vibrations from Ji Kongqing’s chest when he spoke were clearly discernible to Lu Xi. 

“Oh, I see.” Lu Xi, who was usually a social anxiety sufferer, was virtually embraced by Ji Kongqing’s arm, staring at the reins they both held, and replied dryly. 

The two were silent for a while. 

Ji Kongqing: “…Nervous?” 

Lu Xi: “…Not really.” 

After a brief, polite, and distant question and answer, the air fell silent again. 

It was very much like the scene at the dinner table during their first meeting. 

Thinking of his rejection of further contact after their first meal together, Ji Kongqing, who had finally managed to get a second chance, narrowed his eyes slightly and took the initiative. 

Ji Kongqing patted Jing Shuang, giving it a signal. 

The white horse flicked its tail and walked forward slowly. 

The sound of clip-clop broke the silence. 

Lu Xi tried to tear his gaze away from Ji Kongqing’s hands. 

He really despised himself. 

Last time, he could say he was captivated by the red mole, but this time, the other party was wearing gloves, so why was he still… 

Strange. 

Professor Ji was a proper and abstinent scholar, no matter how you looked at him, but Lu Xi could always sense a certain explosive sexual tension from the other’s normal and casual actions. 

For example, Ji Kongqing’s slightly raised hand, lightly patting the horse’s neck. 

A white horse, black gloves, the muffled sound of the pat. 

Hmm… cough. 

Lu Xi really wanted to put a censorship lock on his brain. 

No, he had to say something. 

When he spoke, his brain wouldn’t be free to think dirty thoughts. 

Forget it, he shouldn’t say anything. 

Lu Xi thought of the vibrations that came from behind when Ji Kongqing spoke earlier, his eyelids twitching. 

He lightly rubbed the reins with his fingertips. Lu Xi, who wasn’t actually a complete beginner in equestrianism, curled the corners of his mouth, the blatant mischievous expression making his well-behaved face suddenly have a touch of unrestrained freedom. 

Lu Xi slightly loosened the reins and gently squeezed the horse’s belly with his legs. 

Jing Shuang, who had been suppressing its nature, received the signal, and regardless of whether the signal came from its owner, immediately galloped happily. 

The feeling of the long-awaited wind rushing into his collar made Lu Xi squint his eyes, raising his chin in enjoyment.