Qin Yuan held Murong Yanran from behind, his hands gently stroking her body, as if playing a beautiful piece of music.
“Hmm… hum… hmm…”
Murong Yanran was shy and coquettish, her face was as rosy as a peach. She turned her head to look at Qin Yuan and said in a trembling voice.
"Ritual... Respect the virtuous and humble... Scholars are... different from the common people..."
"ah--"
"pain……"
Qin Yuan quietly exerted a little force on his hand and scolded: "Think again about who they are!"
"Little Murong, your current thoughts are very dangerous and need to be properly educated."
Murong Yanran stared at Qin Yuan, tears in her eyes, looking pitiful.
"Hundreds...of common people! Who else could it be?"
"It seems that you have really forgotten your roots." Qin Yuan sighed.
His hands shook.
There was a swish sound, and a beige satin skirt slipped off.
"What...what are you doing?" Murong Yanran asked timidly.
"Of course, I'm going to teach you a lesson." Qin Yuan said with a smile.
At some point, Murong Yanran's bodice had fallen to the ground, leaving only a wide-open egg-blue gauze blouse on her upper body.
As soon as the delicate snow-white skin was revealed, it turned red as if shy.
“Snap—”
Qin Yuan hit him hard and scolded him, "Those are not ordinary people."
"They are the backbone of the Great Zhou. No matter how much we mistreat others, we must not mistreat them!"
"Otherwise, with tigers and wolves surrounding us, the Great Zhou will be finished!"
"Even if I let down the so-called scholars, I must never let down these soldiers!"
"Little Murong, you must remember this for me."
Amidst the scolding, there were also bursts of strange accompaniment.
“Pah—pah—pah!”
"Ah... Yan... Yanran... I know... I know I was wrong..."
"Gentle...gently...slow...slow down..."
"ah……"
“Ah… hum…”
"Um……"
“Ah…”
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