Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

April dressed herself in a tan dress, like the one her mother downstairs wore, with resentment.

Summer is coming soon, but the climate in the seaside country is still suitable.

It's just that the sun is a little too hot.

April held a small white parasol and carried a small black bag as she headed towards the No. 1 horse farm.

She had already made up her mind that when facing Strahl, she must act particularly boring so that Strahl would lose interest in her.

Following the flowing river, April walked upstream step by step.

The cool breeze made April's depressed mood much better.

Before entering the stables, April heard the sound of horses neighing.

April enters the arena.

There was only a black horse galloping on the brown track, and its fast speed raised up dust on the ground.

April couldn't see the horse's specific appearance, she just felt like a black shadow.

She wondered in her mind where this horse trainer came from who could control a horse like this.

The skirt is very simple and you don't need to hold up the hem.

There were few people in the racecourse, and April didn't see Strahl, so she went straight to the best viewing seat.

This horse farm covers a large area, but the horses are too fast.

As soon as April sat down, the horse was about to charge.

Unfortunately, there was no opponent in this exciting sprint session.

The wind brought by the black horse almost made April unable to hold up her umbrella.

April began to be glad that she was not wearing a hat, otherwise she would have lost another hat.

The horse charged and then stepped back in place.

In the yellow-green horse farm, the black horse walked towards the stands.

The fur shines in the sunlight, like colorful satin.

The rider who was riding him wore a black helmet and his riding clothes were neat and exquisite.

He held the reins with one hand, his back straight, his posture elegant and unrestrained.

April watched him walk closer to her.

The horse was so tall that April could only look up at him.

He took off the helmet he was wearing, and his long platinum hair was like the sunlight of dawn.

His hair was tied up and hung down behind him.

Strahl had his back to the sun, and his beautiful face seemed distorted like a dream.

The smile on the corners of his lips still had a hint of elegance.

Lower your body and support your elbows on the horse.

He asked April with some distress.

"Shara, when can you come and see me dressed up?"

His tone was gentle, carrying with it the lingering spring breeze.

April thought about what she had said when she came here, and she must make him feel bored.

So he imitated Viscount Campbell and spoke to Strahl.

"Dear Blanchett, of course every time, but I always tend to get flustered when I come to see you."

The corners of Strahl's eyes curved slightly upwards.

"Oh, Shayla, why are you panicking."

April said, trying to hold back her shame: "I was in a hurry because I wanted to see you earlier."

Strahl chuckled. The Duke of Blanchette, who always looked elegant and arrogant, now showed the recklessness of a young man.

With a smile in his eyes, he said to April, "Shara, do you really want to see me earlier?"

Strahl looked at April, wondering what other words she would use to fool him.

This person always avoids me.

April looked at the smile in his purple eyes and her heart skipped a beat.

She stuttered, "Yes, of course I do. I know this is..."

impossible.

Before April could finish her words, Strahl spoke in a gentle but unquestionable tone.

"Then you should move to another room in the future. I will have the servants arrange a new room for you that is close to my room."

When April heard him say that, she was scared to death.

Oh my god, what is Strahl talking about?

She quickly refused: "No, this is too offensive to you."

When Strahl saw April's panic, the smile in his eyes faded a little, but the smile on his lips deepened.

"Shara, you are offending me by rejecting me."

His voice was charming and heart-warming, but April was chilled to the bone by his words.

She didn't dare to think about what it meant to live next to him.

April felt herself go cold all over.

This smiling devil didn't know how to respect her will at all.

But the saddest thing was that she dared not say anything.

Don't even dare to remain silent.

Her only resistance was to suppress the restlessness in her heart.

April heard herself say.

"It would be my pleasure, please."

Strahl saw that April agreed to his proposal, but at this moment he didn't know why.

I don't feel happy.

The goal has been achieved, so why wouldn't you be happy?

Strahl dismounted, his long, straight legs and black riding clothes making him look aggressive.

He spoke to April across the wooden guardrail.

"When the stable recently bought new horses, there was a white horse that seemed to be one of your former owners."

April listened to his words, frowned and began to think.

The white horse, could it be Jasmine?

But wasn’t Jasmine sold a long time ago?

She trotted over from the guardrail to Strahl's side.

April still had some resentment towards Strahl, but she couldn't help but be excited by the news.

she asked Strahl.

"Is it a girl?"

Strahl was wearing black leather gloves, revealing a piece of snow-white skin on his wrists.

He smiled and nodded.

"It's a little girl."

April resisted the urge to beg him, thinking that the dog must be doing well at Blanchett's farm anyway.

She took two steps back and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"That might actually be my old horse, her name is Jasmine."

Strahl saw that April wasn't looking at him, as if she wasn't interested in him at all.

He brought it up on his own initiative.

"Would you like to go and see him? The man who takes care of the horses says he's not feeling well."

April's heart tightened and she asked Strahl.

"How can she be unhealthy? Jasmine is the healthiest and best horse."

Strahl led April along the route he had set.

April was worried about the horse, so she had no choice but to follow Strahl.

Strahl turned and spoke to April, her platinum-blonde hair curled slightly against Strahl's delicate profile.

"Its eating habits were a little abnormal, and its endurance was much worse than other horses."

The servants who took care of the horses had been worried about the problem Strahl was talking about for a long time.

They were ordered to make sure the horse was in the best condition possible, but the horse just wouldn't cooperate with them.

When April was anxious, her honey-colored eyes were much more interesting than when she wasn't looking at him just now.

Strahl guessed.

"Maybe the horse is not used to being away from its familiar environment."

April placed her hand over her heart, feeling guilty.

"That must be the case. Jasmine came to my house not long after she was born."

Strahl's pace wasn't fast, but his legs were long, so April had to jog to keep up with him.

Her feet were a little tired.

April finally saw the stables, her Jasmine very obvious.

Among a group of majestic horses, Jasmine is like a white pearl.