Her eyes and mouth were wide open, and her head felt like it was about to explode.
'Did Timothy kiss me?' She wondered, blinking.
'That was a kiss, wasn't it? I'm not bothered, but was that a kiss?'
She was irritated because she couldn't tell if he had kissed her or not in the bright sunlight.
"What made you decide to stop? Is there something wrong with your legs?" Timothy turned to face her.
"Huh? What?" Rylee was taken aback by his voice and looked up at him.
He appeared calm as if he hadn't just stolen a kiss from her. Okay, she was probably daydreaming.
"What made you decide to stop? Is that a signal for me to carry you?" Timothy's brow furrowed as he
considered such an idea.
"Will you carry me? Like a princess?" Rylee's lust was sparked, and she smiled evilly.
But Timothy smacked her dream to the ground, saying, "Keep dreaming, or wait until you grow prettier!"
But Timothy smacked her dream to the ground, saying, "Keep dreaming, or wait until you grow prettier!"
Rylee frowned and grimaced behind him as he spoke. 'You're a jerk, Timothy Wheeler! Do you have to
remind me that I'm not attractive?' She cursed him inwardly.
Timothy abruptly came to a halt at this point, which surprised Rylee; she immediately resumed her
normal expression. 'Damn, does he have a pair of eyes on his back or what?'
"Do you have to?" Timothy sighed, his back facing her.
"Huh?" What was it that he said all of a sudden?
"Do you have to cry just because I'm not carrying you?"
'Huh? No, I'm not crying! And I would not cry just because of that; Rylee Carroll is not a cry baby! Shit!'
Rylee considered this as she pointed her finger at the tip of her nose.
"Woman..." Timothy sighed as he knelt and waved his right arm at her.
"What are you up to?" Rylee looked at his back with interest, and just as she was about to tilt her head
to look at his face, his arm landed on her calves, and she fell onto his back.
"Ah…" What was the situation? How did she end up riding on Timothy's back?
Timothy held her body alone and continued walking as if she weighed nothing, while Rylee couldn't see
his smiling face.
"Hey, why are you doing this? I can walk," Rylee said as she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing
him to turn his head around. "How dare you slap my head?"
"You've got it wrong again, that wasn't a slap but a loving touch, a gentle loving touch, haha," Rylee
quickly defended.
Hearing that, Timothy returned to the front. "How embarrassing can you be? Crying because I refused
to carry you. Okay, I'll do a good deed today and carry you for a little while," he smiled as he spoke.
Rylee was irritated, "I'm not crying and when did you see me cry? Put me down; I don't need you to
piggyback and slander me! I did not cry at all!"
"Alright, okay, woman is such a trouble, you cried your heart out but denied," Timothy remarked
casually.
Rylee couldn't think of anything to say. So, if Timothy said she cried, she would simply admit that she
cried.
Timothy, that jerk, said it as if she begged him to piggyback her! Oh, no! He was such a self-centered
boss.
Armand, who was waiting at the destination, nearly collapsed as he turned to face them! "Holy shit!" He
cursed as he clung to a tree to keep from falling.
'Is that our boss, or what? He's piggybacking Rylee Carroll! What the hell? How pompous is Rylee,
riding on Timothy's back?'
"I agree now that having a daughter is much better!" He said to his colleague on the side.
"Yes, you concur, don't you? Daughter is lovely and obedient."
"Regardless of how ugly or silly a daughter is, a miracle may occur and she may be able to marry a
good man!" Armand added to his explanation as he looked at Timothy and Rylee.
…
For example, Rylee, who was not beautiful and far inferior to celebrities and ladies from wealthy
families. Timothy was surrounded by beautiful women, so why did he ignore them and fall for Rylee?
Rylee rested her entire body on Timothy's back, feeling his body temperature on her stomach.
"Timothy, you keep me warm like a heater!" Rylee said this as she leaned in close to Timothy's ear to
get a better look at his expression. She wanted to see if he was happy or angry, but she didn't have a
giraffe's neck to go around and check his face.
Her warm breath blew into Timothy's ear as she spoke, raising his body temperature.
"Does that have anything to do with the fact that you practice martial arts?"
"Don't ever think about staying warm in my bed during the winter," Timothy said as he turned aside.
"Don't worry, I..." Rylee's eyes widened as she realized what he meant, "Why would I want to stay
warm in your bed? Nonsense!"
"You can't be certain of that..." Timothy gave a casual smile.
"What?"
"I said you weighed more than a pig! Did you ingest a stone or something?"
Rylee was enraged. "I'm not overweight at all! I weigh only a hundred and twenty pounds! I know I'm
not skinny for my height, but I'm not as fat as a pig! I'm a little chubby; maybe I should just kill myself
instead of being fat-shamed by you!" She yelled as she continued to pat Timothy's shoulders.
Timothy, on the other hand, was thoroughly entertained by her response, and he discreetly smiled.
"Oh, look at those horses! I want to go horseback riding; put me down; I want to talk to that big horse!"
Rylee wriggled on Timothy's back, trying to get down.
Timothy held his breath as her breasts rubbed against his back, he couldn't help but squeeze her
buttock. Rylee, on the other hand, was completely unconcerned because her attention was now solely
on the horses.
She jumped off Timothy's back and dashed up to the horse.
"Boss," Arman said as he approached.
"Here you go." Timothy handed over all of the bags to Armand before following Rylee behind her back.
Rylee skipped over to the horses, stopping in the middle to gather some flowers and leaves. She took
them in her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come up here, let's go horseback riding!" She said this
while waving at him.
Timothy, on the other hand, walked gracefully with both hands in his pockets, as if waving in the
breeze.
The lake was crystal clear, revealing the lake's green bottom.
Timothy felt this was the perfect life he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily in front of him, he
closed his eyes and enjoyed every moment of it.
"Horseback riding, let's go!" Rylee stood in front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to approach; thus,
she waved at Timothy for assistance.
"Are you a horseback rider?" Timothy approached the horse and stroked it gently.
The horse obeyed and even licked his hand.
"No."
"Do you want to be hurt?"
"You can teach me! Is this horse familiar with you?" Rylee was startled when the horse stuck its tongue
out; she quickly hid behind Timothy, clutching his waist tightly.
"Her name is Twinklebell, my sweetheart."
"Huh? You named her Twinklebell, a mare?"
'Oh my goodness, calling a mare sweetheart is revolting!'
"Yes, she is an obedient mare, and isn't she beautiful?"
"I don't see anything beautiful in her, and she only resembles a horse. I'm not going to ride her; instead,
I'll choose another horse," she said, pouting.
"Why? She's gentle." Timothy said, unexpectedly looking at Rylee.
"I don't like your sweetheart, you go ahead and ride her, I don't want her!" Rylee said as she went to
another horse.
Timothy was taken aback before he smiled, "Are you jealous of a mare?" His disposition was as bright
as the sun.
"Huh? No, I'm not. I'm just worried about hurting your sweetheart," Rylee's eyes widened, her mouth
pouted, and she appeared grumpy.
"He is tame and strong, you can ride this horse," Timothy said quietly as he walked over to a horse.
Rylee's eyes blinked twice, "Is it also a mare? Another one of your sweethearts?"
Timothy burst out laughing. "It's a he, not she."
"I like a stallion, it's good."
"Why?"
"A lady should definitely be paired with a man."
Timothy couldn't stop laughing, "Yes, we seem to be a good couple," he said as he smiled and stroked
Rylee's head.
Rylee ignored what he said, instead, grabbing the lead and attempting to climb up to its back. However,
the horse was too tall for Rylee, and she failed after a few attempts.
Timothy smiled as he watched before going up and supporting Rylee on her buttocks to help her up.
Her buttocks were chubby, and he kneaded them a few times before saying softly, "So full and fleshy."
"What did you say?"
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