Wolf President Hooks Up

"You have such short legs," Timothy remarked as he helped Rylee up. She was overjoyed to finally be able to sit up on the back of the horse, "What's the issue with having short legs? Being a model is not my ambition; I'm content with my short legs." When he criticized her, she didn't like it.

"Do you want me to lead the way before you start riding?" Timothy stood beside the horse, holding the lead, inquired.

"Sure, but take it slowly."

Timothy then placed his hand on Rylee's back and gently pushed, "Sit up straight!" He exclaimed. Then his hand landed on her thigh, "Tighten your grip..." he said, his gaze fixed on her legs.

This scene reminded him of that wild night, and her tightness drove him insane.

"Hey, what should I do now?" Rylee called him a few times before kicking him in the chest lightly. Timothy awoke from his trance and turned to face Rylee. His gaze was commanding and predatory, making Rylee nervous because she had no idea what that gaze meant.

…

"Look at the front, and keep a tight grip on the lead," Timothy said, taking a deep breath and bringing himself back to reality.

"Sure, look ahead, keep a tight grip on the lead..." Rylee's eyes twinkled with delight, she bit her lip in great joy and smiled. "You know I always wanted to ride a horse, and I was a fantastic rider; I flew with the wind like a female warrior in my dream!"

"Very well, warrior, let us proceed slowly," Timothy said lovingly, walking forward holding the lead as if he were a groom.

"Our boss has become a servant for Rylee, how pathetic!" Armand exclaimed from a distance.

"This is the first time I see him smile," his colleague said, looking enviously at Timothy and Rylee. "Don't you think he has a lovely smile?"

"He's not smiling at you, why do you look so happy?" Armand said coldly.

The lady on the back of the horse, on the other hand, did not enjoy Timothy's smile.

Rylee should have shown gratitude or joy at being served by their boss, but instead, she appeared to believe that everything was fine the way it was.

Rylee's expression changed the moment the horse took its first step. "Oh my god, my god, it's so scary, no, stop, I'm going to die!" Her entire body stiffened, eyes rounded, mouth wide opened, she yelled.

Timothy's pace was so slow that he looked up at the woman and exclaimed, "A snail is faster than us!"

are

a horse, a real horse, not

out, and her face turned pale as well. She immediately let go

eyes tightly shut. "Oh my, that was terrifying, too terrifying; I

where is your courage?" Timothy frowned as he lightly patted her

horse; horses don't like

you must learn and overcome difficulties with courage and determination," Timothy said as he lightly

into a parasite and inserted directly into Timothy's body, where she would

riding, and I'm not riding!" Rylee shook her legs,

horse was enjoying a leisurely snack

…

man comforted a petite girl in his arms. "You're such a loser giving up like this;

Timothy jumped up to the

hold

Why are you forcing me? I hate you!" Rylee said, shaking her head and gripping his arms

on the reins,

Timothy, you're a nut! You let me down! I truly hate you!" Rylee's body trembled in fear as she leaned against Timothy's chest and scolded

his grip on her body and gradually speeding up. They ran past tree after tree, until only the sound

fell silent, her emotions shifting from fear to shock to awe. Riding a horse felt fantastic! Flying in

Rylee tightened her grip on the reins as Timothy's voice rang in her

"Wow, this is awesome, I fence on horseback!" Rylee

then handed her the lead and instructed her on how to handle it

I'm horseback riding! I'm fantastic! I performed a miracle!" Rylee screamed joyfully, like a

against each other while riding a horse, and they appeared to be a loving

allowing Rylee to try on her own. Surprisingly, she was able to ride

circle around

landed, her gaze met Timothy's, who

riding. I'm overjoyed!" Rylee screamed as

he looked down at her. "Are

repeatedly nodded, "Yes, I'm so thirsty that I could die from dehydration!" While