Da Ming soared into the sky.
Mu Ying, "!"
Da Ming's flight was indeed impressive; it was solely focused on showing its master its extraordinary flying skills and became a streak of lightning due to its speed.
But its poor master was caught off guard, her mouth filled with wind and her hair painfully slapping her face, leaving her unable to speak.
Moreover, although Da Ming's back was spacious, maintaining a steady grip during high-speed flight was not easy.
Mu Ying held tightly onto Da Ming's neck, but she could only clasp it halfway, her entire body lying on top of it. Even then, she felt at every moment that she was about to fall off.
There was no helping it; Da Ming was too excited, and its feathers were too smooth.
Mu Ying didn't dare to hold on too tight, fearing that it would hurt or even pluck its feathers.
