"Surrender quickly, or I will come to you for real!"

Yan Jiaoran also knew that her actions had no harm or deterrent effect on Qin Yuan, the bastard.

So, they resorted to threats and intimidation again.

However, this move completely encouraged Qin's arrogance.

"Alright, alright, stupid girls."

"If you can't be so cruel, don't try to follow others and use torture to extract a confession."

"Get out of here, get out of here."

Qin Yuan seemed to make a face, and his words were quite disdainful.

"You!" Yan Jiaoran was a little annoyed. She raised her hand, added a little strength, and slapped Qin Yuan with her backhand.

She felt as if the back of her hand had hit a hard stone. Everything went white before her eyes, and then a burning pain shot through her hand. She shook it vigorously, tears welling up in her eyes.

“It hurts… Ouch… It hurts so much!”

Yan Jiaoran rode on Qin Yuan, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, her face full of grievance.

"Well……"

"Stupid girls, is it that serious?"

"Does it hurt that much?"

"It's a bit too fake..."

Qin Yuan muttered and complained in a low voice.

"Huh? What did you say?" Yan Jiaoran frowned and said gritting his teeth.

"I... I said that there are too many bones on the back of the hand, so it does hurt. It would be better to use the palm of your hand."

Qin Yuan kindly reminded.

"Shut up!"

"You bastard!"

"Is your face made of iron? It hurts... Ouch... It hurts like hell!"

Yan Jiaoran felt even more aggrieved and felt a chill in her heart.

Qin Yuan just thought it was fun and was teasing him intentionally, so he said seriously.

"Alas, being an official is not easy. You have to be thick-skinned."

"After all...I make a living by my looks."

“Puff—”

Yan Jiaoran was immediately amused by Qin Yuan's words. She frowned immediately, forced herself to swallow her smile, and acted like an angry person.

"...'Making a living by your looks' doesn't mean that!"

Yan Jiaoran scratched Qin Yuan's face with the tip of her nails and muttered to herself.

"But if you really want to 'make a living by your looks'..."

"How about I paint your little face?"

"If you lose your face, you'll have nothing to eat, you bastard."

"No...don't..." Qin Yuan pretended to be frightened.

"Then confess quickly and tell the truth!"

"Uh... no."

"Just surrender!"

Yan Jiaoran muttered and issued an ultimatum.

"Okay, okay, I surrender." Qin Yuan was tired of playing and was ready to get down to business.

"Then tell me, are you here today for Sister Yinhuan?"

Yan Jiaoran continued to question with great interest, with a half-smile in her bright and beautiful rosy cheeks and almond-shaped eyes, which made her look cunning and particularly charming.

Unfortunately, the cave was dark.

Qin Yuan was under someone else's control and had no chance to see this beautiful scenery.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong."

"I should never, ever, think of hooking up with other girls while I already have Your Majesty."

Qin "sincerely" admitted his mistake.

Yan Jiaoran naturally didn't want such a sarcastic answer, her anger intensified, but she smiled brightly and said leisurely:

"Since you know you're wrong, I have to punish you. Otherwise, everyone in the world will blame me."

"What should I punish you with?"

"Um……"

"Sister Yinhuan, strip him of his clothes for me. Don't leave any of them behind!"

Li Yinhuan: “???”

Li Yinhuan was startled at first, then her face flushed red as she frowned and said, "I don't want to. Why take off my clothes if there's nothing to do? It's boring!"

She was just there to watch the fun, why did it get dragged into her?

Anyone who wants to do this kind of thing can do it.

Anyway, she won't do it.

If this continues, she will run away!

Without even looking, one could imagine how embarrassed and awkward Li Yinhuan's cheeks were at the moment, and she almost burst out laughing.

She pursed her cherry lips and held back, revealing a small half of her rabbit-like front teeth, which were crystal clear, as if made of pearls, and were so white without the slightest color.

Qin is as thick-skinned as a city wall, and he doesn't even wear proper clothes, so it doesn't matter to him.

But for others, shame was like a cold, spreading unrestrainedly on this dark and narrow platform.

The emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who was the instigator of the crime, had a red face and watery eyes and eyebrows. He held up his dominant figure, his hands cupping the plump and protruding breasts, and sneered:

"Peel it, peel it quickly. It's so cold, cool him down and calm him down!"

Li Yinhuan was stunned again when she heard this, her face still flushed. She couldn't help but hesitate, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, so she kept refusing to give in.

"How can there be such a punishment as stripping... stripping someone of their clothes? That's too absurd."

"Your Majesty, would you mind changing the punishment?"

"Like caning?"

"Giving him a hundred lashes will only make you feel better and relieve your anger, right?"

"Hey!" Qin Yuan shouted harshly, "Li Da Niu, we have no grudges against each other, why are you trying to harm me?"

"One hundred lashes and I'll be half dead!"

Li Yinhuan turned her head aside and snorted coldly: "What does this have to do with me?"

Yan Jiaoran glanced around with her beautiful eyes and giggled.

"Where is the whip now? Where is the instrument of torture?"

"Sister Yinhuan, you're not deliberately trying to help him get away with it, are you?"

"Hurrah!"

"They are indeed an adulterous couple!"

"I'm starting to feel sorry for him now!"

Yan Jiaoran's laughter was as sweet as a silver bell. She clenched her five fingers and covered her mouth with the back of her hand. There was a touch of red on the bottom of her fair palm, as if stained with plum blossoms, and it was indescribably pink and smooth.

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