After the two finished their moment of passion, the bed lay in disarray.
"Prime Minister."
Third Auntie lay naked, curled in the arm of the Prime Minister, her cheeks flushed red.
"Hmm?"
"Mr. Zhang, he..."
"What about him?"
"Did he escape?"
"Yes! That damn Zhang San! He fled, and on top of that, he took the dwarf with him. That dwarf is my sworn enemy." Thinking of this, the Prime Minister grew infuriated. If not for Third Auntie's sake, he would've killed him long ago. Keeping him alive until now had turned out to be a mistake.
"Prime Minister."
Third Auntie struggled out of the Prime Minister's embrace, propping herself halfway up as she asked, "When you capture him, Prime Minister, can you spare his life?"
"Why? You severed ties with him over ten years ago, yet you still think of him now?"
