Yan Fei worked quickly, and seeing the work was almost done, suddenly rembered sothing and chuckled: "You look pretty comfortable squatting there. Stand up and walk a few steps, see how it feels?"
ng Si’an paused, tried to stand: "Ah, my legs are numb! Haven’t squatted like this for a while, can’t handle it... Ouch... hurts..."
Watching him awkwardly stand up with so groans, Yan Fei laughed heartily: "Just stand like that for a bit, and when I’m done, I’ll find you so dicine for the scraped skin."
Playing was exciting at the ti, but now standing awkwardly, ng Si’an was feeling the pain, his inner thighs, and more uncomfortable areas on his rear—the tingly, sore feeling was quite intense.
"Later, have so good drinks with Old Chen to thank him." Yan Fei said matter-of-factly.
ng Si’an was puzzled: "Why?"
"He specifically padded your saddle with cotton. You’re probably just a bit scraped, uncomfortable for a night. Sleep it off, and it’ll be almost healed by morning. Otherwise, you’d be in real trouble." Yan Fei explained. "Others are tough; most started learning to ride from scratch, figured out their own tricks."
"The ones who suffer are those like you, who’ve barely learned riding at ho, get here and start galloping around, feeling all cavalier. But what actually happens? Old Chen, back when he started, was overly enthusiastic, had it worse than you. Only he can relate to people like you."
ng Si’an smiled sheepishly: "I used to think he was sort of in gray areas, but now he’s switched gears, can’t be a good friend. Seems like I misjudged him!"
"Friend or not, the guy is quite reliable. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be friends with him. He just took a wrong step early on, already corrected himself. People’s situations change, sotis no one sees far... Anyway, you think it over yourself, I can’t play the wise buddy for you. Everyone here is a friend, as long as you tolerate differences without causing troubles."
ng Si’an nodded: "Hmm, those cotton pads make Old Chen my friend from now on."
Yan Fei laughed aloud: "You make friends too easily. Co, let’s get so dicine, apply it everywhere whether the skin’s broken or not; sleep a bit longer tomorrow, get up when you’re hungry. It should be fine by then, won’t stop your riding."
"By the way, don’t rush off, check the kitchen for food, eat before sleeping. There should be plenty, if you’re energetic, heat sothing up. If lazy... I’ll cook for you!"
Everything was ready-made; in a few minutes, a atball Soup was prepared, rging it with bread for a al, which moved the guy incredibly, calling Brother Fei, almost like calling a brother.
Once he finished, Yan Fei tidied up and tossed him a bottle of dicine Water, sent him off to sleep, without ntioning where they’d play next.
Judging the scenery, ng Si’an probably saw plenty; no need for that. Playing at the ranch seems novel for him, after a few days there, they might head to the seaside.
Speaking of which, it’s been days since I took my wife to the seaside!
Thinking of this, he returned ho cautiously, trying not to wake his wife, but there was already movent from inside, soon the bedroom light was on.
"Why aren’t you sleeping?" Yan Fei asked his wife.
"It’s nearly dawn, ti to get up!" Xu Xiaoyan smiled at him. "How many gas did you catch, kept busy all night?"
"Not many, just playing around. When it’s light, you’ll see!" Yan Fei finished, then ’disappeared’ reappearing, preparing to dive into bed.
"Hehe..." Xu Xiaoyan watched him eagerly climb into bed, amusedly saying slowly. "Sorry, my relatives are visiting, soone gets to take a break!"
"Ah..." Yan Xiaofei was shocked, feeling like thunder struck, wanting to cry but sensationless.
"Alright, alright, today I’m going to tidy my garden, you stay in bed a while!" Xu Xiaoyan said teasingly, then got up to prepare.
Thick-soled boots, baggy suspenders, with a red and white checkered long-sleeve shirt, sleeves rolled up—a ranch worker look.
However, innate beauty wouldn’t change because of clothes.
She twisted her hair a few tis on the back of her head, forming a hair bun, with so strands hanging out, carrying a unique charm.
Looking in the mirror, still unsatisfied: "Isn’t this hairstyle bad? I saw others, looked fine, why doesn’t it look good on ? Oh well..."
"Hey..." Yan Fei stared but couldn’t stop her, soon watched his wife flick her hand, letting her hair down again.
"What?" The girl turned and asked.
"Nothing..." Yan Fei was discouraged. "I ant it looked nice earlier, but you let it down!"
"Just trying to amuse ." The girl glanced sweetly, face delighted. "I plan to braid two big braids; haven’t braided for a long ti! How’s it look in front?"
"Both front and back look good!" Yan Fei supported his wife’s decision like a lackey. "Co sit here, I’ll braid for you!"
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