Hard work all the way.

Wandering around.

It was difficult to reach a temporary residence.

The local officials specially prepared a quiet house for Yan Jiaoran to rest temporarily.

Tired from the long journey.

Yan Jiaoran was already exhausted and leaned obediently in Qin Yuan's arms. Qin Yuan still carried her into a small courtyard with jujube flowers in the back.

She only felt Qin Yuan gently placing her on the bed, and then she fell into a deep sleep, unconscious.

Qin Yuan took Jinlian and moved into the west wing.

The room is simply furnished but quite spacious. The step-out bed is very large. Although old, it is finely carved and made of exquisite wood. When it was new, it must have been full of romance and had hosted countless beautiful and tender moments.

There was a well in the courtyard for drawing water, and a bathing room for boiling water was next to it, probably for the convenience of the concubines in the courtyard to bathe and enjoy themselves.

The palace maids boiled some water for Qin Yuan and the other two, then tactfully took their leave.

Qin Yuan was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, thinking about things, when he suddenly saw Jinlian bring in a basin of hot water, with her sleeves rolled up, revealing her jade-like arms like snow-white lotus roots.

Her handkerchief was tucked under her plump chest, her clothes were slightly loose, her hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her rosy cheeks, she looked like a gentle and virtuous young wife, her shy and angry demeanor was so moving that I couldn't help but stare at her in a trance.

"master--"

Jinlian called out softly, then put down the basin, sat sideways on the raised bed step, leaned her soft body against his legs, and began to take off his boots.

Qin Yuan was stunned: "Lian'er? What are you doing..."

Jinlian smiled sweetly, without even looking at him, she lifted his feet and placed them on her knees, carefully removing his boots and socks, and wiping his feet with a wrung-out hot towel.

Qin Yuan's toes and soles were wrapped in a soft cloth, and he kept massaging them gently.

Qin Yuan was so comfortable that he closed his eyes and raised his head, letting out a sigh. He felt that this was the best place in heaven.

"It feels so good, Lian'er."

This foot-washing technique is much better than my wife's.

After all, he is a martial artist, so the strength is just right!

Jinlian smiled sweetly and immersed both of her clean feet into the hot basin of water. She reached her delicate hands into the bottom of the basin and carefully massaged his toes and insteps, saying in a soft, tender and alluring voice:

"Lian'er is the master's servant. She is here to serve the master and wash his feet."

"Xiao Jinlian, you are not my slave." Qin Yuan said with a stern face, "You are the same as them. You are all my wife."

It's just some fun stuff to liven up the atmosphere, how can you take it seriously?

Are we the kind of people who treat others as slaves?

Everyone is equal in the harem!

Jinlian's eyes were full of sparkling colors, and she smiled even sweeter as she pursed her red lips, saying softly, "Master, Lian'er understands everything."

"Being able to live in the master's heart is the greatest blessing in Lian'er's life."

Qin Yuan smiled slightly:

"It is my good fortune to meet you."

"Life is lonely and the journey is difficult. Lian'er, it's great to have you by my side."

Jinlian smiled sweetly, and her fair face illuminated the elegantly decorated bedroom, as if a fairy from heaven had scattered flowers and filled the room with fragrance.

Soaking your feet in hot water is the best way to relieve fatigue.

Qin Yuan was so relaxed and happy in the bath that he couldn't help but lie back on the couch. After a while, he stood up again and waved with a smile: "Lian'er, come too."

"It's so comfortable to soak your feet in hot water!"

“It feels so good!”

Jinlian smiled and shook her head: "Master, Lian'er is afraid of the heat, so I won't soak anymore."

Qin Yuan smiled and said, "It's just right for us to soak together. The water will be warm in no time."

He forced Jinlian to sit on the edge of the couch, bent down to remove her shoes and socks, revealing a pair of white feet.

Jinlian blushed slightly and said shyly, "I've sweated a lot, it's dirty and smelly. Master, give me a towel, I'll wipe it first."

Qin Yuan smiled and said, "It doesn't smell at all. Lian'er is fragrant all over."

It was just a casual joke. I held her feet and pretended to smell them. There was really no strange smell, only a lightly moist skin, just like a fragrant and smooth little meat lotus. I couldn't help but take a light bite.

Jinlian was thrown onto the couch by her, giggling coquettishly. Suddenly, the sharp teeth scraped her foot, and she screamed in fright, saying in a trembling voice, "Master..."

"You...what are you doing?"

"It's dirty... Master... Don't..."

Qin Yuan's childishness was aroused, and he teased with a wicked smile: "Lian'er, I want to eat you, starting from this foot, hehehe——"

After saying that, he grabbed her little feet and brought them close to his mouth.

Jinlian struggled, kicked, dodged and laughed, but she could not escape the clutches of the devil. Her skirt was lifted up, and the roots of her snow-white and plump legs were vaguely visible.

Qin Yuan stroked her slender calves. Her skin was warm and smooth, and even her pores could not be touched. It was like a piece of beautiful jade, which made people love it.

Jinlian laughed and panted: "Master... don't tease Lian'er anymore..."

Qin Yuan felt the silky, warm and soft feeling in his palm, and he was reluctant to let go for a moment. He smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll come and wash my baby Lian'er's feet."

You should know that the area between the soles and toes is the most sensitive, and just a casual touch can make Jinlian's delicate body go soft.

She hurriedly supported her body with her hands, but her waist and legs still trembled slightly. She raised her neck and moaned softly, her face full of a look of happiness so strong that it could not be dissolved.

Qin Yuan held her small arch of the foot. The sole of her foot was soft and tender, as if it had no bones. With a slight pinch, he could feel its elasticity.

At this moment, immersed in hot water, the snow-white skin exudes a pink luster, just like mutton fat dyeing the clouds, and the snow reflecting the twilight. It is impossible to take your eyes off it, and even more impossible to let go of it.

Jinlian bit her lips lightly and panted softly, "Alright... Master... It's done..."

"That's still a long way to go, Lian'er." Qin Yuan raised his eyes and smiled.

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