Yan Qingsi winked at Ji Mianmian, she nodded, and held Yue Pengcheng and Ding Fu down by herself, pinning them firmly to the ground.
Yan Qingsi walked up to Mrs. Yue and whispered: "Auntie, go, now is the time for you to beat the dog. Use the stick in your hand and beat it. You are welcome, don't be afraid, I will beat you the way you should have been beaten decades ago." I’ll give you all of that.”
Mrs. Yue trembled: "I'm... afraid..."
"What are you afraid of? What's so scary? They're not human beings, they're just a couple of dogs and a man. Why are you being polite to two beasts?"
"Don't you hate them because you disgust them?"
Mrs. Yue nodded: "Disgusting, hateful!"
This pair of bitches has disgusted her for thirty years. Whenever she thinks about it, she feels like there is a pile of shit on the dining table, and she feels like vomiting all the time.
Yan Qingsi whispered: "Then fight, don't be stingy with your strength."
Mrs. Yue walked up to Yue Pengcheng Dingfu and raised the wooden stick tremblingly, not daring to drop it.
Seeing that Yan Qingsi was anxious, she grabbed Mrs. Yue's hand, led her and smashed it down, hitting Yue Pengcheng firmly with a stick.
Yue Pengcheng screamed, and Yan Qingsi held Mrs. Yue's hand and hit her with a stick more than ten times.
Mrs. Yue felt pleasure while spanking her. She felt that all the accumulated hatred and grievance and anger in her heart for so many years were being vented bit by bit, especially when she heard Yue Pengcheng's scream.
For the first time, Mrs. Yue felt that beating someone could be described as wonderful.
Yes, it's wonderful, it's wonderful. The more I hit, the more energetic I become, as if I've been beaten with chicken blood. My hands don't feel sore, my waist doesn't hurt, and my whole body is full of energy.
Yan Qingsi let go of Madam Yue's hand and raised the corners of her lips as she watched her hitting her more and more smoothly.
That's right, hitting people can be addictive, especially when you hear the person you hate screaming and begging at your feet, it feels so good.
Yan Qingsi felt that it was almost done, and she was afraid of losing her life if she continued to fight.
She took Mrs. Yue's hand and whispered in her ear: "It was just a warm-up and a connection. Now take this bitch and have a good conversation with her..."
After some exercise, Mrs. Yue's cheeks were flushed with the color of healthy exercise, a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead, her eyes were shining, and she rolled up her sleeves.
Yan Qingsi saw that Mrs. Yue had already experienced the pain of beating someone, so she took a step back and said, "Auntie, you're welcome, fuck her!"
Mrs. Yue nodded, rolled up her sleeves, raised the wooden stick, and struck Ding Fu on the chest first.
Yan Qingsi raised her eyebrows, "That's right. You know where it hurts!" This hand is quite dark!
Ding Fu has lived like a noble lady for so many years, living in a mansion abroad, being cared for, and having fine clothes and food. She is no longer the poor girl who came to her in-law's house to work as a helper. When the stick came down, she felt pain all over her body. Breaking into a cold sweat.
Mrs. Yue crackled and hit Ding Fu with the stick several times in a row, avoiding Ding Fu's head. The blows were like hitting a sandbag. Ding Fu got up in pain and curled up into a ball, crying and screaming.
Ding Fu could no longer maintain her usual elegant, calm, and otherworldly look.
She shouted: "Pengcheng, help me, please... help me... I hurt, it hurts..."
Yue Pengcheng was in pain and couldn't move. Even if Ji Mianmian stopped suppressing him, he wouldn't be able to move.
He heard Ding Fu's screams and said angrily: "Xiao Fu... Xiao Fu... you beasts, let go..."
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