Chapter 42: White Horse City
The merchant caravan had started preparing for departure early. By the time Vivian woke up and got out of bed, Soren had already packed everything and was holding a warm clay pot in his hands.
“Brother.”
Vivian walked over timidly, nervously pinching the corner of her dress as she spoke softly, “I was wrong.”
“I won’t sneakily drink alcohol again.”
This bold little girl, at such a young age, actually dared to sneakily drink. Soren had originally planned to scold her, but seeing the pitiful look on the little girl’s face, he couldn’t bear to be too harsh. With a stern face, he said, “This is the last time!”
“If I catch you doing it again,”
“I’ll spank you hard.”
The little girl quietly breathed a sigh of relief at his words, stuck out her tongue playfully while Soren wasn’t looking, and then obediently followed him downstairs. Yesterday, she was curious about why so many people liked to drink alcohol. Initially, she just wanted to try it out, but unexpectedly, after just a few sips, she felt dizzy and ended up
