Ji Yuting frowned and took a breath, but didn't move. He knew he couldn't escape, so he shouldn't have taken any chances before and rejoiced in vain.
Shengge emphasized: "Huh?"
Under her gaze, Ji Yuting slowly stretched out his left hand, and immediately placed the end of the ruler on his palm, but did not rush to do it.
Shengge: "Hide the cigarette. Anyway, I don't notice anything during the day. You lied to me and said the cigarette was like a year old. Just now, you didn't care that I would be worried and tried to act to avoid punishment. You tell me, how much should you hit?"
Ji Yuting's heart went cold.
It turned out that she had long seen that she was deliberately misfortune.
In her mind, like a mirror, she clearly listed his crimes one by one today.
"Speak, how much?"
Shengge gently tapped his palm with a ruler, recalling his thoughts.
He bit the corner of his lip, spoke in a shrinking tone, and tentatively answered, "Then... give it a beating?"
Shengge's face darkened and she said coldly and ruthlessly, "One hundred!"
Ji Yuting's heart trembled, and he was forced to increase the pressure, "Then five times?"
Shengge's expression remained unchanged, "Fifty."
Half of it was lost in one go, and Ji Yuting seemed to have figured out her pattern.
He continued to test, "Ten times?"
Shengge paused for two seconds before answering: "Twenty."
Ji Yuting could barely accept the result, "Okay, twenty or twenty, I'll give you a beating."
Shengge didn't move, raised his eyebrows slightly, and had a sinister smile on his lips.
"You made a mistake. My rule is, your number plus my number, so it's forty hands." She pretended to be surprised, "What a coincidence, I happened to count your four mistakes. Let's
It’s really a tacit understanding!”
"???"
Ji Yuting looked at her blankly, and his mood collapsed on the spot!
Why didn't this happen according to the routine?
His chest felt tight and he asked weakly, "How much force should be used?"
If he was beaten as hard as the time he was taught the rules, forty strokes, his left hand would be useless!
Shengge said seriously, "This is punishment. If I put some water on it and gently peel it off, will you be able to remember it better next time?"
Ji Yuting was heartbroken.
The end of the ruler was still resting on the palm of his left hand, as if a burst of severe pain would be triggered at the next moment, which was very threatening.
He lowered his head in despair, feeling the tip of his nose sore for no apparent reason.
Shengsheng doesn't love him, not at all...
He was feeling depressed, and the ruler had already left his hand.
The next second, the ruler, mixed with the sound of wind, quickly hit his palm, one after another, without giving him a chance to breathe.
Ji Yuting's fingertips trembled, his jawline tightened, and he resisted the urge to retract his hand.
Although he felt aggrieved, he still stayed by his side.
It's extremely quiet at night.
The constant sound of the ruler seemed a bit permeating.
Shengge said she wouldn't let go, but when she actually took action, she instinctively only used five points of strength.
Although it hurts every time I go down, it is far less severe than the last time.
After the beating, the palm of Ji Yuting's left hand was swollen and slightly purple. After a total of forty blows, it was not as serious as the five last time.
Ji Yuting knew that she didn't beat her hard this time, but when he thought of her serious way of scaring him beforehand, he complained, "I thought you really didn't care about me anymore."
Shengge held up his left hand and kissed his hot palm inch by inch with her soft lips, gently and patiently.
She was using her own way to erase all the pain in his heart.