"Don't shout nonsense," Rong Heng said softly.
Gu Lan blinked, "Oh, Brother Zichan still knows how to be shy?"
Rong Heng said with a calm face, "Then just keep calling, it's fine."
Her voice was pleasant, clear and soft, making people feel joyful just hearing it.
Gu Lan: "..."
Fine, he could tolerate it but he couldn't!
"Shopkeeper, do you have any softer saddles here? Our saddles are worn hard from the long journey," Gu Lan asked again.
"We actually have a few sets. This is the territory of Tongzhou, where quality leather is produced. Sir, please see how this set is."
The shopkeeper hurriedly took out two well-crafted saddles.
Gu Lan took the newly purchased saddle out of the inn and put it on Hong, gently brushing its mane, "Hold on a little longer, we'll reach the Southern Border soon."
Rong Heng also put a new saddle on Mo Feng, patting its large head and shifting his gaze to Gu Lan's legs, "Does it hurt?"
