Concubine is crazy

Chapter 251 He really knows how to play
"How can I be unrestrained?" After a while, Ping Yao finally realized.

"If you don't want to be unrestrained, don't you think I can't do it? I don't feel ashamed to strip naked in front of other men!"

"I didn't take off my clothes, isn't there still inside?" Ping Yao pointed to the inner garment inside the cloak. Although it was a little thinner, you couldn't say it wasn't a piece of clothing.

"Qilin, hurry up!"

Yin Quan didn't know where the anger came from, the carriage was already flying, and he wanted Qilin to speed up.

This is a mountain road after the rain, so he is not afraid that the carriage will turn over a cliff?
The inside of the car was filled with a cold and rustling atmosphere, as if the air would condense completely if touched lightly.

Pingyao had no choice but to hold on to the window railing to prevent it from being thrown out when it was bumped for a while.Yin Quan, on the other hand, was pulling wildly, neither holding nor grabbing anything, sitting there with his hands folded on his chest, with a flat and graceful debt collection expression that owed him several million taels of silver, and stared at her fiercely.

No matter how bumpy the carriage was, he was able to stay still.

Seeing the carriage heading towards the back hill with six doors, Ping Yao looked at him in confusion,
"My lord, do you have official business at the six gates?"

"I can't take you there because I have private matters?"

"..." It was obvious that Yin Quan was unreasonable, but what he said seemed to be unreasonable.

Ping Yao closed her eyes, forcibly held back the desire to get angry, and said in her heart: She can't beat him, she can't beat him.

Otherwise, I would really jump up and tear him to the end.

The carriage went around the main entrance of the six doors, and ran towards the back mountain. Just when Ping Yao was about to be thrown up, the carriage stopped at a secluded and secluded place in the back mountain.

Ping Yao was about to ask where this is, Yin Quan carried her into the yard again in the same posture as before, and Qi Lin had already found a place to hide.

Seeing that she was about to enter the inner room, Ping Yao held on tightly to the door frame and did not let go, "Where is this?"

"My king's other courtyard!" The answer was crisp.

"Why did you bring me here? I want to go back to the prince's mansion, you let me down!" Ping Yao struggled uneasily on his shoulder.

"Okay." Yin Quan said.

Ping Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of the door frame with her fingers.

The next moment, Yin Quan carried her into the inner room quickly, and put her directly on the spacious bed.

Yin Quan: "It's impossible."

Pingtiao "..." Nima!I knew I shouldn't trust this fellow!Play this kind of word game with her.go to hell!

"Bring the feet here!" Before Ping Yao recovered from the shock just now, Yin Quan ordered coldly while sitting by the bed.

"No!" Ping Yao shook her head and refused.

Who knows what perverted thoughts this guy is playing again.

"Okay!" After the words fell, a certain master opened the cabinet beside him, and a poisonous snake slowly rose up from it, heading towards Pingtiao's bed.

"Damn!" Ping Yao cursed, and instinctively stretched out her feet to get off the bed.

"ah!"

The next moment, a certain master grabbed her feet and forcibly pulled her over, put her feet on his lap, snapped his fingers casually, and the poisonous snake obediently lurked back to sleep.

With a stabbing sound, Yin Quan tore off a corner of his robe, held it in his hand, and began to rub Pingtiao's feet fiercely over and over again.It was obviously clean, but he didn't even spare the gaps between his toes and the inside of his nails. He lowered his head and wiped it over and over again, earnestly and focused.

That appearance, like a mutant.

Ping Yao no longer had any words to describe Yin Quan's actions at the moment.Is there a more varied and unimaginable hobby than this?
She just soaked her feet in a glass of sea water, so what happened to him?

Almost rubbed off a layer of skin on her feet.

Yin Quan nodded silently until he ensured that Pingtiao's feet were wiped inside and out, and then took the rose dew from another cabinet beside him, dripped a few drops on the palm of his hand, and rubbed it to warm it up. , wiped it on her feet, and massaged the soles of her feet while wiping it.

Ping Yao was completely still.

Depend on!Yin Quan's metamorphosis really knows how to play!
(End of this chapter)