Yan Molun stroked the white horse's mane before stepping on the stirrups and swinging his other leg over easily. His movements were confident and so at ease that Jiang Duoyao couldn't help but glance at his long legs. That was the benefit of being tall. Getting on a horse was like getting on a bike. In his black pants and leather jacket, Yan Molun looked really dashing and mighty on this white horse.
Jiang Duoyao thought: If he were to shoot a drama serial, Yan Molun would definitely be suitable for the role of a tall and mighty commander on the battlefield. He would definitely be very suave. His dark hair was blown around messily by the wind through the grass plain. His lips were slightly pressed together and every movement he made exuded an unrestrained charm.
A shy young lady walked over and passed him the reins. He held it in his hands for a while and frowned. He took off his leather jacket and threw it at Jiang Duoyao, saying in a low tone, "Hold it for me."