On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Chen Qian spent some time to master the essentials of horse riding, but he was not proficient. He could only sit on the horse's back and let this brown horse with black stripes take him for a walk.

Chen Qian looked in the direction where the sound of galloping horses and laughter could be heard.

Lin Xixi and Sun Cheng were still playing their racing game, while Yu Wangxi sat steadily in front of Sun Cheng, shouting that he was the referee and wanted to commentate on the game.

Chen Qian smiled inexplicably and whispered, "Xixi, isn't he afraid that the referee will protect his opponent?"

The wind blew his short hair, rubbing against his skin in an ambiguous way, making him feel a little itchy.

The horse under him stopped lazily to eat grass while walking. Chen Qian was still admiring the scenery. The man and the horse were calm and peaceful.

A regular sound of horse hooves came from somewhere and gradually approached. Chen Qian just guessed that their game was over and someone was running over, so he didn't look back.

There was the sound of horse hooves, and the horse stopped a few steps not too far away. The man said casually: "I didn't know you liked riding horses before."

"I don't like it, I'm just interested." Chen Qian lowered his head and stroked the horse's head twice, following the flow of its mane, causing it to shake its head slightly. "You should always try something you haven't done before, right?"

"Really?" The horse behind him took two more steps forward until the rider was shoulder to shoulder with Chen Qian. He glanced around casually before asking, "Why didn't your foreign friend come?"

Chen Qian pondered the other party's intention and replied calmly, "He's at home."

"At home? Do you live together?" He asked anxiously and unnaturally.

The words were subconsciously wrapped in some anxiety, which the listeners could detect without even thinking carefully.

Hearing this, Chen Qian finally turned to look at the person beside him and looked him up and down inconspicuously.

His breeches outlined his long legs, and his riding boots reached close to his knees, covering up the muscles of his calves.

Unlike the other beginners, he did not wear a gray protective vest on his upper body, but only a white shirt.

The collar was unbuttoned three buttons down, and the wind blew in through the slightly open collar, blowing the shirt wide open.

The glaring sunlight made the thin layer of sweat on his collarbone glow slightly.

As for the face...

"I think the small one looks to your taste."

The man with the bright smile caught the gaze and asked with a shameless face.

Chen Qian nodded naturally, ignoring this sentence, and answered his previous question ambiguously: "Yes, he lives in my house."

His smile grew hotter as he nodded, but immediately sank after Chen Qian's answer, becoming somewhat ugly.

"Really?" There was a hint of gnashing of teeth in the short words.

Chen Qian didn't respond to him. He let go of the reins in his hand and gently kicked the horse's belly twice according to the method the coach had just taught him - signaling it to stop eating and take a few steps.

The coach's method really worked, and it began to move forward step by step, slowly but steadily.

Chen Qianqing pulled his left hand, signaling it to turn, and after making a big circle, it began to move towards the exit.

Another horse behind him was following closely, and the two different rhythmic clattering sounds mixed together, becoming chaotic.

No one knew when the racing competition in the distance ended. The three people and two horses calmed down and walked slowly as if taking a walk.

The noise from the other side could no longer be heard, and suddenly, in the empty horse field, only the sound of two hooves clashing could be heard.