"According to horse personality and temperant, they can be classified into hot-blooded, cold-blooded, and warm-blooded. This classification has nothing to do with the temperature or body heat of the blood..."
"Generally speaking, hot-blooded horses are the most spirited, and thus the fastest, commonly used in racing. The horse I’m holding is a representative hot-blooded horse, a Thoroughbred from Britain..."
"Cold-blooded horses usually have large bodies and fraworks, stable and calm, often used as workhorses."
The equestrian trainer led the horse with one hand and turned to seriously explain and introduce to Qiao Mo beside him.
It wasn’t until a few minutes later that the two of them stepped onto the starting point of a racetrack, and with the trainer’s help, Qiao Mo mounted the horse.
"When approaching a horse, make sure not to get too close from the back, as horses are very alert..."
Qiao Mo had just sat in the saddle when her heartbeat quickened slightly, feeling the horse beneath her continuously turning, making her nervously swallow.
In fact, Qiao Dehou had suggested taking her horseback riding before, but she was inherently lazy, mostly lounging idly in her room after finishing her coursework.
"Hold one rein in each hand, loop the reins through the ring and pinky fingers, hold them in the center of your fists, and lightly press with your thumbs..."
The instructor continued to guide her patiently, and Qiao Mo learned attentively.
Regardless, equestrianism is one of the most challenging and difficult sports in the world; it took a full ten minutes before Qiao Mo finally felt the horse beneath her calm down.
She held the reins tightly with both hands, squeezed her legs, and leaned slightly forward according to the trainer’s guidance, tentatively starting to move forward.
As the horse began to move, Qiao Mo felt the world bouncing around her, and in no ti, her legs felt sore, and her buttocks hurt from the jostling.
Thankfully, the instructor was always by her side, giving her so reassurance.
Soon, the horse started to gallop gradually; her nerves were still taut, unable to even contemplate the design of equestrian outfits, her entire brain blank, resulting in the purest experience and attempt.
After over twenty minutes, Qiao Mo gradually found her balance, no longer as frightened as initially when the horse jolted, and began to experience an unprecedented sense of freedom and exhilaration.
The instructor, at so point, was no longer behind her and was drifting farther away.
Qiao Mo galloped freely across the racetrack on her steed, a bright and radiant smile illuminating her face!
On the other side, Fu Nancheng’s gaze relentlessly followed that figure, and seeing her smile lifted his spirits considerably.
Shen Tingting had initially thought that since he stopped in his tracks, it might indicate so reciprocal interest in her.
But standing about two ters to his side, feigning restraint and waiting for a long ti, she still hadn’t seen him approach and strike up a conversation, which inevitably brought a sense of disappointnt.
Silently turning her head to look, she couldn’t help but beco distracted again.
The man’s profile was sculpted clearly, with fair, delicate skin almost transparent in the sunlight, rendering him less aloof and more gentle, making her feel his gaze softened a bit.
Withdrawing her gaze and following his line of sight, she only saw the vast racetrack.
She didn’t know where his focus lay.
Shen Tingting hesitated for a mont and walked slowly to Fu Nancheng’s side, while Yu Xiaoqin couldn’t help but glance at Fu Nancheng a few more tis.
Initially, she intended to follow, but Shen Tingting’s glance clearly carried so displeasure, so tactfully, she waited in place.
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