"Shen Mosheng, let's go to the horse farm." Because she was so excited, Han Yingying woke up at five in the morning and rushed barefoot into the study, looking at Shen Mosheng with excitement and anticipation.
Seeing her barefoot, Shen Mosheng got up, lifted her into the chair, and put his own slippers on her feet before speaking patiently.
"Yingying, the horse farm doesn't open until eight. You should sleep a little longer."
"I can't sleep anymore."
"Then what do you want to do? I'll accompany you."
Looking at Shen Mosheng's extremely handsome and rugged face, Han Yingying smiled mischievously and beckoned him with her finger.
Shen Mosheng leaned in.
"Does that mean you'll accompany me in whatever I want to do?"
"Yes."
"A promise from a gentleman is worth a thousand gold pieces; no backing out, okay?"
"No backing out."