After speaking, she looked coquettishly at Li Ming and said with a smile, "No matter what, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. Even if our young uncle has fallen on hard times, he still has some connections!"
At this moment, Li Ming was scrutinizing Ruan Mian's lovely face, seeming to thoroughly enjoy her predicament as a captive. He sat with the leading Lord on an animal skin cushion, drinking wine and eating meat, utterly carefree and content.
The two were old acquaintances, raising their glasses together in celebration, even categorizing the women into different levels.
Li Ming pointed at Ruan Mian, face full of resentment: "Soon, I'll let her experience something worse than death!"
Upon hearing this, Aunt Chen snorted with a slight change in complexion: "Young uncle, aren't you afraid this beauty has thorns? You have no idea, she's fearless - heard she even killed bandits before. Aren't you afraid she won't serve you, but instead..."
