A blue-purple whip mark suddenly appeared on Ye Xingqi's back.

Ye Xingqi's body trembled, and he almost screamed, but he still gritted his teeth and held back.

Zhenyuan knew that the most uncomfortable thing for Ye Xingqian was not the pain of the whiplash, but the embarrassment of being whipped.

Therefore, although he did not use all his strength when he dropped the whip, he also used more than half of his strength.

After more than a dozen lashes, Ye Xingqian was sweating profusely, his hair was soaked through by cold sweat, and his arms holding the wall and the legs supporting his body were all trembling.

Zhenyuan stopped and asked tentatively: "Young master?" ”

Ye Xingqian gritted his teeth and closed his eyes: "Fight again!" I can hold on. ”

He has been cultivated as the heir of the Ye family since he was a child.

Both his grandfather and his parents tried their best to give him the greatest dignity and face, and never punished him.

He grew up pampered, and he didn't suffer any flesh and skin except for being injured in martial arts.

The moment the whip landed on his back, he realized that it was so painful to be torn by the leather whip.

Beibei is just a delicate girl, and in the five years she has been by his side, she has been whipped many times.

He knew it would hurt to be whipped, but he never thought it would hurt to this extent.

He was wrong.

He's sorry Beibei.

He was very wrong, and he was wrong again and again.

The injuries that Beibei suffered and his parents are now like this are all victimized by him.

He's sorry for Beibei, and he's sorry for his parents......

Zhenyuan was beaten with more than a dozen whips, Ye Xingqian couldn't hold it anymore, his body shook, and he knelt on one knee.

Zhenyuan hurriedly threw the whip to help: "Young master! ”

Ye Xingqian pushed him away and wiped the cold sweat dripping into his eyes: "Go, find me a dark shirt." ”

Zhenyuan said, "Young Master, I'll treat your wound first." ”

"No," Ye Xing's face was pale with pain, and his spirit was a little trance-like, he bit the tip of his tongue hard, opened his eyes wide, and tried not to let himself faint, "Don't talk nonsense, go find clothes." ”

Zhenyuan had no choice but to find him a coffee-colored shirt.

Ye Xing's aching arm couldn't move at all, Zhenyuan helped him get dressed, and helped him worriedly: "Young master!" ”

Ye Xingqi stood up strongly, "Help me downstairs." ”

Zhenyuan hurriedly grabbed one of his arms 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 Xingqian tugged at the corners of his mouth, "It's okay, let's go, go and see Beibei." ”

Ye Xingli frowned and wiped it on his back.

Hands full of blood.

The wound had not been treated, and the blood oozing from the wound had soaked through the clothes on his back.

Ye Xingli looked at the blood in his palm and widened his eyes: "Brother, are you crazy?" ”

"Xiaoli, don't say it," Ye Xingqian shook his head and smiled bitterly, "My parents will be like this, it is all my fault, Beibei will be hurt so much, and I will also be harmed by me, if I am unharmed, I don't have to pay any price, I will have a disturbed conscience for the rest of my life." ”

Ye Xingli opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a long time.

After a long time, he nodded, "Yes, it's all our fault, if Beibei doesn't lose his anger when I turn around, you will let Zhenyuan smoke me too." ”

"No, you're doing a good job," Ye Xingqian shook his head, "In our family, only you have always been good to Beibei and Xiaoshu...... Xiaoli, brother is not as good as you. ”

Although Ye Xingli has a lazy personality, he has a pure heart.