[Comprehensive] The eldest lady of the famous family

Mao can't ride a horse.

She slowly stretched out her hand to stroke Xuewan's soft and white mane, her expression full of expectation.

"so beautiful."

She exclaimed in a low voice, approached tentatively, and stopped restrainedly when she got close, turned her head to look at Akashi, "Masaki-kun, can I hug it?"

Akashi put his hand on Yukimaru's forehead, confirming that it is in good condition now, without any signs of riot: "Okay."

Mao separated his hands, formed a circle from both sides, and hugged Yukimaru's neck.

Her movements were too gentle, Yukimaru didn't show any discomfort, but just lowered her head towards her, as if she was a little curious about what she was doing.

Akashi saw that her eyes were shining and she was eager to try, and asked, "Shall I take you around the racecourse?"

Mao wanted to nod, but Akashi saw that her head was moving halfway, but stopped again.Mao's expression was a bit sad: "Forget it, Zheng-kun, just show me your horse."

"Fear?"

"No." Mao shook his head, hesitating to speak, "It's just that my physique is not very good, and I really have no experience, maybe it will be self-defeating."

It's not that she doesn't really trust her that much, mainly because this is Zhengjun's home court, if something goes wrong with her, not only her brother, but also her elders are not easy to explain.

"Do not be afraid."

Akashi smiled reassuringly at her, "I'll take you, there won't be any problems."

Speaking of this, Mao no longer refuted Akashi's face.

People from the racecourse came to assist, and after a brief explanation, helped Mao get on the horse first. The scene of Shao Shi almost breaking his head from the horse flashed in Mao's mind, and the fingers holding the rein tightened, revealing a somewhat pale taste.

The back of the hand was soon covered with another touch of temperature, dry and warm.

It was Akashi who got on the horse easily.

He sat behind Mao, holding the rein with both hands forward, looking as if he was completely hugging Mao in his arms.

There is a light smell on Akashi's body. I can't tell what it is. It's like the coolness of mint and the fragrance of tea, but it's not really a certain smell. Rao has seen so many things, and he can't tell I can't figure out what it is.

"Zhengjun?"

"Ok?"

This time it was the closest, and Akashi's breath was right next to Mao's ear and above his head, passing down diagonally from above, making her involuntarily tighten the rein again.

"You have a very special smell about you."

Not always, only when you are very close can you vaguely recognize a little bit, but it always makes Mao feel refreshed.

Akashi paused: "I didn't wear perfume."

"Pfft." Mao lowered his head to hide his smile, even though it was too late, "I didn't mean that, it doesn't smell like perfume either."

When she said that, Akashi was really curious.

"What does that taste like?"

"It's hard to say." Mao described seriously, "It's a bit like mint, and a bit like green tea, but it's not like that either."

Akashi thought about it carefully and confirmed that he really didn't do anything.

"Maybe..." Mao pondered, "Bring your own body fragrance?"

Akashi: "..."

He was embarrassed by the word "body fragrance".

Mao couldn't help laughing, and said, "Anyway, it smells good."

Akashi smiled helplessly.

Just don't make her hate it.

"Are you ready?"

"Ok!"

After such a few interruptions, Mao was not so embarrassed about the current posture, at least it was much more relaxed and natural, but when Akashi flicked the rein lightly and Yukimaru started to move forward, Mao still tensed up and tensed his shoulders.

"Relax." Akashi's voice was close to his ears, "Loosen the rein a little, don't strangle your hand."

Mao obeyed obediently, but was still a little uncomfortable.

Akashi lowered his eyes and glanced at her gesture of holding the rein, it was true, but...

"The distance between the two hands is too wide." Akashi paused slightly, his fingers touched the back of Mao's hand, and brought her deviated right hand to the middle.

At this moment, Yukimaru's feet swayed, and the pace was a little faster. Mao shrank back in a stressful reaction, half of his body was embedded in Akashi's arms, and Akashi seemed to be ready, and his arms Leaning closer, he pulled Mao into his arms.

"Snow pill."

Akashi called out calmly.

It was obviously an animal, but Yukimaru seemed to understand Akashi's instructions clearly, and stopped immediately.

Akashi raised his hand and touched the side of Mao's head, hair flowing through his fingertips.

He didn't say anything, but his soothing gestures were worth any words.

Mao's mood dissipated just now, and now he only feels novelty.

"Yukimaru understands what you mean!"

Obviously just yelled, but Yukimaru knew that he was going to stop, and he didn't respond or was more flamboyant, which meant that Yukimaru could tell the difference.

"After all, they were raised from childhood."

That's all Akashi explained.

He leaned forward slightly, and patted Xuewan's neck lightly: "Don't get excited, don't scare her."

Yukimaru rubbed affectionately in the direction where Akashi's hand was stretched out.

Mao was surprised to see it.

If a dog can have such spirituality—"Alexander" raised by her brother is indeed smart and obedient enough to give multiple commands, but this is the first time she has seen such a human-like horse.

In the following time, Yukimaru really didn't make any mistakes, walking in a very orderly manner on the stable racecourse, and in the later stage, he knew to speed up a little, bringing a feeling of a flying breeze on his face.

Akashi paid attention to Mao's condition, and stopped this activity when he noticed that her breath was not stable. The attendant handed over a warm towel, Mao helped Akashi's hand to get off the horse, took the wipe with one hand, and smiled heartily, Showing her white teeth: "I'm so happy! This is the first time I've ridden a horse so smoothly!"

"It will take time, but don't be too impatient." Akashi paid attention to her state, and handed her warm water with salt, "I will take you to the new horse farm behind, where a batch of new horse breeds have entered .”

"Then I won't fall in love with someone else." Mao vowed to touch Yukimaru's drooping head, "I like Yukimaru the most now."

Yukimaru turned his head to touch her side face.

Mao felt a little itchy, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Masukun, Yukimaru is really smart."

Akashi smiled, but said nothing.

He just looked at it and thought it was pretty good.

"How did you train?" Mao looked at him curiously.

Akashi felt something was wrong.

There was a sentence in his heart that he wanted to blurt out, but intellectually he clearly resisted, knowing that it would be inappropriate to say it, but——

"I don't like disobedient dogs."

I can't hold back anymore.

"..."

Mao was taken aback.

Immediately raising his eyes, he seemed to see a ray of gold flashing across Akashi's eyes in an instant, then faded away, and disappeared completely.

It was so fast that she almost thought it was an illusion.

But Mao's dynamic vision has always been very good, which even Atobe has praised many times.

Mao could clearly feel that his expression was probably frozen on his face, because Akashi's expression on the other side was not very good either.

She was silent for a second in embarrassment, and did not let the situation continue to develop in an incomprehensible direction: "Zheng Jun, you scared me."

The girl was afraid of disturbing something, so she purposely kept her words light.

No one around could know what she had said, and no one could see the difference.

Mao still wanted to preserve the atmosphere between Akashi and her, even though what happened just now was already a fact.

Of course Akashi knew that Mao had deliberately handed him the steps, and he used the most soft and fitting way, seemingly without strength, but told him sincerely: You scared me.

"……Feel sorry."

Akashi suddenly felt guilty, he didn't want to do this, just now it was like... a strange person suddenly appeared and took the dominant position he should have had.

But at the moment when Mao expressed his sadness, the feeling of disobedience quickly faded away.

Akashi just wanted to hug her and comfort her.

"I was the one who said the wrong thing."

He is willing to give in to Maou, and it is not difficult for the proudest spine to bend towards her, "I apologize to you."

Mao looked at him, his eyes looked deeply into Akashi's eyes that were as clear as rubies, more gorgeous than the best handicraft, without any impurities.

"Give me your hand."

The little girl had a bit of intentional resentment, without any sense of order, more like acting like a baby.

Akashi held out his hand.

"Snapped."

softly.

Mao raised his hand and slapped him on the palm.

It doesn't have much strength, and from Akashi's point of view, it's not enough for him to take the ball once.

"Scare me next time, and I'll ignore you."

Mao met his gaze, without fear or avoidance, and seriously threatened the only young master of the Akashi family.

That appearance can be said to be ignorant, but it can also be said to be arrogant.

Akashi curled his fingers and smiled with a shallow arc: "Then hit harder next time."

Can't let her ignore herself.

It's not okay to promise casually.

Unexpectedly, Maou became even more angry when he heard the words, and his eyelashes fluttered twice, trembling like a butterfly about to flutter its wings: "There is really a next time?!"

She accentuated her tone, then changed the topic and said: "I'll be in pain too!"

It seemed that he was really angry, but Mao emphasized again: "I don't want to be punished with you."

In fact, I really don't want to do it again.

It felt a little dangerous to her.

The haze that quietly gathered in Akashi's heart was washed away by her series of reactions, and she said along with her: "You can choose other punishment methods, Mao."

Mao glared at him - it was the first time Akashi had been treated like this since he knew her, novelty and softness were definitely greater than any other emotions.

"Zhengjun, are you a masochist?"

Of course he wasn't.

Akashi took the cup she held in her hand: the temperature had cooled down, she seemed to have just taken a sip, and her throat must be feeling uncomfortable.

Still don't go on.

"Let's go to the lounge first, and you can slowly think about how to punish me."

"...??"

Mao felt as if he had punched out, as if he was completely sunk in the cotton.

There is nowhere to use the gas.

The more Akashi followed her, the more she couldn't understand.

Staring at Akashi's waiting posture for two seconds, Mao was quickly defeated.

"...Okay."

Really, nothing can be done.