"Go get my prey back!"
Riding astride her horse, the girl's face flashed with excitement. Sweat beaded faintly on her forehead, dampening her neatly tied hair.
Looking at the fawn she had shot dead in the distance, still twitching on the ground, the excitement in Shen Yan's eyes grew even stronger. Yet her exquisite, cold-eyed little face and slightly parted lips clearly showed that she was somewhat tired.
Her long, taut thighs clamped around the hunting horse beneath her. The snorting white warhorse tossed its head, blowing loudly through its nostrils.
Lin An silently urged his brown horse forward. With one swift, clean dip of his body, he easily scooped up the fawn from the ground.
As swift as the wind.
The wild deer had been struck in the neck by an arrow. Even now, it seemed to be struggling, its forelegs repeatedly curling and kicking wildly on instinct. The light representing life in its enormous eyes was gradually fading.
The blood flowing from the wound carried a hot, sweetly fishy stench.
Thick and vivid.
Soon, the fawn Lin An had dragged back roughly was dripping a crooked trail of blood across the grass on their return.
Perhaps because of her nature, Shen Yan was completely different from other noble girls.
After Lin An brought her prey back, she reached out without hesitation, as though she wanted to admire her spoils properly.
Even though she was tired, and her long hair had already been dampened by sweat from the continuous pursuit, her tightly fitted Hunting Suit was drenched in fragrant perspiration as well. She could not help slightly loosening her chest wrap, but even that could not suppress her desire to continue.
Compared to staying in the estate and reading or playing the piano in boredom, she preferred wildly riding