Chang'an Military Mansion, West Gate.
Li Bao stayed beside the fire basin, craning his neck in anticipation. Beside him, the old hand Han Ya chuckled, "It's rare to see someone as eager as you standing guard."
Li Bao's face was rosy from the fire, "I'm just wondering whether to go home to sleep or have a drink after my shift."
"Want to head to Red Candle Street?" Han Ya stroked his chin, "Don't worry, with Brother Ya leading the way, you'll find a woman that'll make you savor every taste."
