Hearing this, Wen Suihan laughed, "I don't really remember much about my childhood."
"Hmm," the Elder Chief grunted, "You'd forget all the bad you've done. But still, I liked you better back then, you had spirit, and were not so evasive. I even asked your grandfather for you, wanted you to be a soldier under my command, but he refused."
By this point, the Elder Chief was showing signs of drunkenness.
Jiang Yi rested her chin on her hands as she watched Wen Suihan across from her, who looked utterly composed, unaware that his heart was in complete turmoil.
Because under the table, Jiang Yi's little feet were rubbing back and forth against his leg.
If this had been before, Wen Suihan might have been able to resist, but ever since he had slept with Jiang Yi.
That bone-melting pleasure was like thousands of ants scratching at his heart, disturbing his peace of mind.
Jiang Yi looked at Wen Suihan with a mischievously gleeful smile.
