Comrade Jiang is exhausted.
After tending to the domineering Empress, he still has to appease the jealous Jiang Yi.
When Jiang Shouzhong arrived at the equally opulent and luxurious bedroom bath next door, Jiang Yi had finished bathing and was reclining lazily on a couch by the pool, staring absent-mindedly at the sky.
A light, thin gauze robe was loosely draped over her, perfectly outlining her graceful and curvaceous figure.
"Little Yi."
Jiang Shouzhong approached with a cheeky grin.
Before he could get close to the woman, Jiang Yi lifted her small foot, clad in black silk stockings, to his chest and said with a sweet smile, "The scent on Young Hero Jiang is too exquisite for me to dare to touch; better to keep a distance."
This jar of jealousy is indeed very sour.
Jiang Shouzhong seized the woman's delicate, jade-like little foot and laughed, "No matter how exquisite, it can't compare to my Ms. Jiang."
"Which Ms. Jiang is that?"
