Chapter 147: Sand-Scouring Waves

Su Yi saw through Huang Qianjun’s thoughts at a glance. “Zhang Yiren is saying that the army is a cold, harsh place. It’s hard to avoid loneliness and other hardships. If you want to thoroughly indulge tonight, I won’t say object.” Huang Qianjun coughed dryly, then said with a righteous, solemn air, “Brother Su, I’ve already turned over a new leaf. How could I covet such momentary pleasures?” “You’re wrong. Pleasure and passion are normal, and suppressing yourself for no...