“I’m not going with you.”
Miles obediently waited to the side for me to handle it.
Silently cheering me on:
“Go wifey, go wifey”
I couldn’t help but smile.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you.”
“Miles isn’t a model. He’s my childhood friend, my soulmate, the love of my life who I’ve known far longer than you. Got it?”
I turned away, ignoring the stunned Frank, and whined to Miles:
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“Let’s go! I’m starving~”
It took Frank a while to accept the fact that I refused to go back to him.
To accept that there was another obstacle – my childhood sweetheart.
Watching us walk away, he ran over, unwilling to give up:
“Lily!”
But he tripped and stepped right in a pile of horse manure, gagging from the stench.
I clenched my jaw, trying hard not to burst out laughing.
After all, I’m a respectful person.
Frank endured the disgusting smell, glaring at Miles who was glued to my
“Childhood sweetheart, huh?”
“Dare to compete with me?”
“If I win, Lily has to be mine!”
I rested my chin on my hand, feeling annoyed.
What the hell did Frank think I was?!
Some object to be tossed around at will?
Go to hell!
Before I could speak, Miles beat me to it with his sharp tongue:
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“First of all, Lily isn’t an object. She’s an independent, free woman who doesn’t rely on any man to survive. Watch your mouth and show some respect!”
“Secondly, I’ll compete with you. If you lose, kindly get lost and stay far away!”
yes, looking at Miles with starry eyes and poking his abs
Ases good cocky god gave me thumbs up
‘bv wae, id about bow you’ll reward me leter
Stoug bastard
We could not to fat?
* 1600.
/ shoot on tipice to give is a vick peck on the chen, whispering,
Two you lose, I’m still with your
Frank watched Miles and me whispering, his face gloomy
Yury up and choose
Sites weer bothered, his eyes still fiyed on me,
Frank watched sites hesitating over which borse to pick and secret,
My outershed question team is over there, Go ask them if you have any questions?
*** vedy, due to buy showing
es ook, Anally choosing a borse pare ’94 Flame
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His front hooves were already pawing the ground excitedly.
Frank glanced disdainfully and tossed the protective gear to Miles.
“Wear it. So you don’t get trampled to death.”
Miles threw the gear down, a faint smirk on his lips:
“You should wear it.”
So you don’t get trampled to death.
I understood the unspoken second half of Miles‘ sentence and tried to cover my laughter.
Frank couldn’t believe he’d been dissed. He choked for a moment:
“You-!”
“Bang!”
The starting gun fired and Miles immediately spurred Red Flame into action.
The wind whipped through the man’s collar. He turned back with a provocative smile, his eyes sharp and confident under his lashes.
Frank cursed under his breath, cracking his whip frantically to catch up.
“Run!”
His horse accelerated from the harsh whipping until they were neck and neck with Miles.
I sat in the yurt, happily gnawing on a lamb leg.
So carefree!
The locals curiously looked at me:
