C112 The Temples

"They're all just a bunch of smelly little brothers, still wet behind the ears. How could any of them interest me like you do, little brother?"

Her words were perfumed with the warm scent of alcohol and a subtle hint of her body fragrance, all of which wafted into Chen Cheng's nostrils.

"You're drunk," Chen Cheng stated, his impatience evident.

He had no desire to babysit a drunken woman