Nan Song leaned against the wall outside the bathroom, trying to stay as far away from the smelly Nanya as possible to avoid being smelled by her.

Nanya found herself lying on the toilet and frowned in disgust. She subconsciously tried to get up, but as soon as she moved, she was numb on the outside and tender on the inside. She felt that her legs were no longer hers.

"Ah..." She wailed in a low voice, lowered her eyes and found that her knees were swollen as big as steamed buns, red and purple.

Pain brings awareness.

Some images began to flood into my mind crazily——

She pointed to the image of Nan Song accusing;

The scene of Nan Song lazily leaning against the door and looking at her;

The scene where Butler Zhao came up with his bodyguards to escort her back to her room;

The scene of her being escorted to her knees beside the toilet;

Also, she was vomiting and having diarrhea, and the two grown men "served" her the whole time, and they refused to let her get up no matter how much she cried and begged...

It’s so pale!

Nanya felt that the whole world had collapsed, so...she knelt beside the toilet like this all night?

She couldn't help but look towards Nan Song, with deep anger and fear in her eyes.

What kind of thing is this that only a heartless and crazy woman can do?

Nan Song slept well last night and was in a good mood. He was in the mood to take care of Nanya again and leaned against the wall calmly, waiting for her to slowly get up from the ground.

"It seems that you have recovered your memory."

Nan Song stretched his shirt sleeves and said in a cool tone, "Then you should also remember how you offended me last night."

offend?

How dare she say something offensive?

Nanya touched her red and swollen knees, stroked her stiff neck, looked at her wrinkled skirt, and felt that at this moment she was completely miserable.

Looking at the elegant and neat Nan Song again, the contrast is really sad.

Nan Song seemed to be deliberately insulting her. She was also wearing blue today, a light blue top and white straight pants. Her skin was dazzlingly white. I don't know why the attractive blue looked so good on her!

Nanya really wanted to roll up her sleeves and fight Nan Song, but she couldn't beat her at all.

She even wanted to spit on her face, but she didn't dare.

In the past, when Nan Song loved her very much, Nanya didn't think she was so powerful, but now that the two of them are at odds, she realizes how cruel she is and how dark her methods are!

"What do you want, do you want me to apologize to you?"

Nanya's eyes were full of red blood, and the words "You are dreaming" were written all over her body.

Nan Song rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white and slender wrists. She shook her head gently, "No, compared to your unwilling and flamboyant apology, I think physical punishment is more effective for you."

She raised her beautiful eyelids and put her hands in her pockets, looking indescribably casual and elegant.

"People say that first-class people teach with their eyes, second-class people teach with their mouths, and third-class people teach with sticks. I used to strongly disapprove of stick education, but Youdao teaches students in accordance with their aptitude. For a fool like you who cares about eating but not about beatings.

Girl, if you can’t teach it with your eyes and you can’t teach it with your mouth, then you can only use a stick.”

Nan Song said seriously: "Your parents have divorced since you were a child, and you haven't learned well from your father. A sister is like a mother, and you will be under my control from now on."

Nanya chuckled, "You want to educate me? Why do you do that?"

"Miss, what you want."

Butler Zhao went upstairs in time. Nanya glanced at what she was holding and her eyes widened.

"You came just in time, thank you for your hard work, Ma Zhao."

Nan Song reached out to take it and raised the object in his hand towards Nanya, "Here, that's all."

Nanya looked at her in disbelief, with a shocked expression of "Are you the devil?"
Chapter completed!