"Public grain increase? Can't hold it in?" Guo Luo, still a young girl, didn't understand what these words meant; she was just quietly muttering in confusion.
Several older ones strained to hold back their laughter, not letting it out.
"Qin Jian, you're too frivolous! Didn't you just finish an exercise? You're so tired and you still have the mind to think about that kind of stuff?" An Hao's voice came over, soft and slyly coy.
It wasn't just the men who were getting restless, but the women as well.
Qin Jian was about to speak when An Hao's voice came through again, "Tell me, is it because you saw the female soldiers in the army all looking spirited and dashing that you felt itchy inside?"
This comment caused a group of female soldiers to blush quietly.
"I swear I didn't." Qin Jian firmly denied, "I don't even know what the other women soldiers look like. In my eyes, there's only you, my wife."