Fang Yingkan untied his shackles and took off his shirt, revealing his fair skin. He poured the entire bucket of water on his body from top to bottom. Just like this, bucket after bucket was poured down, and the cold well water also extinguished the impulse just now, and everything seemed to be back to normal.
Wuqing leaned on the bed and could just see him through the half-open window. Fang Yingkang didn't shy away from it, his eyes were fixed on Qing Qing, Qing Qing didn't flinch, he just watched him pour buckets of water down.
After half a stick of incense, Qingqing finally gave up and said to Bai Keer next to him, "Close the window."
Bai Ke'er's hand had just reached the window, and Fang Ying saw that he was already in front of the window.
It was the body of a young man, strong and beautiful. Different from the plump and slim body of a woman, the texture of his muscles was clearer and tighter. Bai Keer's eyes fell on Fang Yingkan's arm.
The arms tied with silk were bleeding, and then they were dizzy from the water.
Seeing the Marquis' persistence, he took a step back so that the two of them could still look at each other.
Looking closer, I realized that Fang Yingkan's lips were a little purple. As expected, he didn't use any inner strength to resist. He narrowed his eyes ruthlessly and said sarcastically: "Haha, is the Marquis's play going too far?"
"Wang Yayu will remember who suffered this crime in the play." Fang Yingkan finished speaking in the same gentle and calm manner, put on his outer robe, turned around and walked out.