A purple welt suddenly appeared on Ye Xinglan's back.
Ye Xinglan's body trembled, and he almost screamed, but he still gritted his teeth and held back.
Zhen Yuan knew that for Ye Xinglan, the most uncomfortable thing was not the pain of the whip, but the embarrassment of being whipped.
Therefore, although he didn't use all his strength when he dropped the whip, he also used more than half of his strength.
After more than a dozen whips, Ye Xinglan was dripping with sweat, his hair was soaked in cold sweat, his arms supporting the wall and his legs supporting his body were all trembling.
Zhen Yuan stopped, and asked tentatively, "Master?"
Ye Xinglan gritted her teeth and closed her eyes: "Hit again! I can still hold on."
He was raised as the heir of the Ye family since he was a child.
Both the grandfather and parents tried to give him the greatest dignity and face, and never punished him.
He grew up pampered, except for martial arts injuries, he has not suffered any physical pain.
The moment the whip fell on his back, he realized that it was so painful to be torn by the whip.
Beibei is just a delicate girl, she has been whipped by him many times during the five years by his side.
He knew that being whipped would definitely hurt, but he never thought that it would hurt to this extent.
He was wrong.
He is sorry for Beibei.
He was terribly wrong, and he was wrong again and again.
Beibei's injury was the same as his parents' current situation, all because of him.
He is sorry for Beibei, and he is also sorry for his parents...
Zhen Yuan beat him with more than a dozen whips. Ye Xinglan couldn't hold on anymore, his body shook, and he knelt on the ground on one knee.
Zhen Yuan hurriedly threw his whip to help him up: "Master!"
Ye Xinglan pushed him away, wiped the cold sweat dripping from his eyes: "Go, find me a dark shirt."
Zhen Yuan said, "Master, I'd better treat your wound first."
"No need." Ye Xinglan's face turned pale from the pain, and he was in a daze. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, opened his eyes wide, and tried not to faint, "Stop talking nonsense, go find some clothes."
Zhen Yuan had no choice but to find him a brown shirt.
Ye Xinglan's aching arm couldn't move at all, Zhen Yuan helped him get dressed, and supported him worriedly: "Master!"
Ye Xinglan forced himself to stand up, "Help me downstairs."
Zhen Yuan quickly grabbed his arm and carefully helped him down the stairs.
Ye Xingli was startled when he saw him going downstairs like this, and rushed over as fast as he could: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Xinglan twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's okay, let's go and see Beibei."
Ye Xingli frowned, and wiped his back.
Hands full of blood.
The wound has not been treated, and the blood oozing from the wound has penetrated all the clothes on his back.
Ye Xingli looked at the blood on his palm and widened his eyes: "Brother, are you crazy?"
"Xiao Li, don't talk about it," Ye Xinglan shook his head and smiled wryly, "It's me who caused my parents to do this, and it's me who caused Beibei to suffer so much. If I'm not hurt, I don't have to pay At any cost, I'll have a bad conscience for the rest of my life."
Ye Xingli opened his mouth, but remained silent for a while.
After a long time, he nodded, "Yes, it's all our fault. If Beibei doesn't let up, you can ask Zhenyuan to whip me too."
"No, you've done a good job," Ye Xinglan shook his head, "In our family, you are the only one who has always been kind to Beibei and Xiaoshu... Xiaoli, I'm not as good as you."
Although Ye Xingli has a lazy personality, he has a pure heart.
(end of this chapter)