"No, I suddenly remembered, I don't need to send it anywhere, in my house, I have the authority to torture you directly. Section 25 of Chapter 1 of the Maid Management Act

If the maid conceals, deceives, or conceals her true whereabouts, she may be carried out by the owner of the mansion to which she belongs at the time...... Ahem......"

The man coughed more violently in excitement as he waved a hand like a musical conductor, motioning for Junko to continue with his words.

Junko couldn't be silent.

Because, as a maid, it is also one of her responsibilities to recite the maid management law in full.

In many high-ranking mansions, in order to exercise mental control over the maids, many people are required to recite three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, as fixed and regular as three meals.

Those who do not carry it will be punished.

Junko gave up the struggle and calmly continued

"The flogging may be inflicted by the owner of the mansion at the time, and the number of floggings depends on the aggravity of the lie."

Leng Wenxie finally stopped coughing and laughed

"I just like to see you resigned to your fate. Hahaha! It's wonderful.

Junko, have you ever tried to feel like being unconditionally above another person?

Have you ever experienced what it's like to be the same human being, but you can do whatever you want to another person? ”

Junko stood numbly, using all her mental strength, trying to make herself think that she was actually an object in this room, such as a lamp, such as wallpaper, such as a wardrobe - everything was good, except not "Junko".

Only not a "person".

Only in this way can she continue to endure the humiliating things that happened to her, and after those things, she can still clean up her broken body and emotions and continue to survive.

For the Mayflower, for the daughter, and for the other daughters like the daughter.

Leng Wenxie slowly stood up and pulled out the belt around his waist.

"Pretending to be dead again?"

He sneered.

He is left-handed, holding a belt in his left hand, and the soft belt is folded into a U-shape in his hand.

He gently tapped the palm of his right hand with the belt.

"Smack."

The unhurried thrashing sound was amplified countless times in the silent air.

Junko was still motionless, she felt that she was about to succeed, and she felt that her self-consciousness was moving away little by little, to a far, far away place, a place that would never be bullied and damaged.

What remains here is just a body sculpture without a soul.

"Don't stand there stupidly, do you really want to be whipped?"

The man twitched the belt again unhurriedly.

Junko obediently shifted her steps and stepped forward.

The man looked around the room, his gaze falling on the low chair he had just sat on.

He stretched out his left hand, pointed the way with his belt head, and commanded

"Kneel there."

Junko does as she says. At this moment, there was neither pain nor anger in her heart, and she had succeeded in withdrawing herself and letting her soul fly and leaving the suffering in its place.

There are no cushions on the chair, only a slippery and hard wooden surface.

The feet of the four chairs were still a little shaky, and Junko knelt down, and her already thin and fleshless knees touched the wooden chair surface, and it was only a few seconds, and before she could move, her knees turned red.

Junko turned her back to the man who gave the order, knelt quietly, and closed her eyes.

The man tapped the belt in his palm again, as if the belt in his hand was startling

"Yes, for your sake, I will forgive you for your sins of lying and concealing your true whereabouts, and I will spare you the punishment of caning."

Snort – the subtle sound of zipper sliding.

"However, the law is the law, I punish you as my duty, and I don't punish you as a sentiment, in order to let you have a longer memory, and at the same time give you a chance to make up for your mistakes, I decided to 'punish' you in another way."

The sound of rustling clothes on the ground.

Junko suddenly wanted to laugh.

如果这会儿是正面对着冷文燮，打死她她都不敢表露笑意。 With his temper, he could really strangle her on the spot.

But now with her back to him, and the room was dim, she could laugh enough.

Such a despicable and naïve person has created such a dark and regressive world, do you really think that you can live for generations?

A few hours ago, Su Xi's firm tone echoed in her ears

"Next, there will be your victory."

"Next, there will be your victory."

In Junko's mind, there is a place where this sentence is playing repeatedly, and it is played without a gap.

The four legs of the chair began to shake.

Early the next morning.

In the fog, Junko felt a pinprick pain in her legs, as if someone was burning her knees with a lighter.

She couldn't sleep anymore in pain, and her bones fell apart, as if they had been dismantled and put back together.

It was still dawn, and Junko's room had no watch, so she had to estimate the time by herself.

There was no sound outside the room, indicating that the family had not gotten out of bed yet.

Junko felt thirsty, endured the pain in her knees, got out of bed, and prepared to go to the kitchen to find a glass of water to drink.

The first floor of the room was quiet, dimly lit, and looking out of the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, the gardener in charge of cleaning the courtyard was sprinkling the lawn.

Junko knew that they usually sprinkled water at five o'clock in the morning, so she knew about the time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked to the kitchen, I saw the back of a woman, quietly facing away from her......

Junzi had already made a sound when she walked, and she couldn't pretend that she didn't see it, so she turned around quietly, so she had to go up and say softly

"Ma'am."

The woman's back was motionless, and her voice was extremely cold

"I think you did it on purpose."

Junzi asked with a split head and a face, and wondered

"Ma'am?"

"You want to have more children in our family, don't you? Death without a man, isn't it?! ”

Madame Leng turned around abruptly and shouted fiercely

"Do you really think you'll be able to give birth to a baby if you let him go on a few more times? Or, do you think that by doing this, you will change your status? How about I tell you a secret? Our Leng family now has four children, all of whom were born to your former maid, but none of them are Leng Wenxie's children, do you understand? You know what I mean? ”

Junko was shocked and frightened

"Madame......"

"So I advise you, don't play any more tricks, hook him can't help it, hook him to find you, no matter how much effort you put into him, it's all in vain, and there will be no results."

After Mrs. Leng finished speaking, a pair of eyes looked at Junzi from top to bottom, and her gaze was fixed on her reddened knees that had not yet healed.

Sneered

"You ...... It's really, intensely. ”

As he spoke, he stood up and walked a few steps, opened the top cabinet, and took out a small medicine box from inside.

Glancing at Junko's red knees with disgust, he took out a bottle of purple potion from the small medicine box and threw it at Junko

"Put it on, so as not to wait for the inflammation to occur, so that others will see it and say that I am abusing you."

After a pause, he threw away two band-aids in disgust

"Hurry up and put it on, it's really disgusting to watch."

Junko was surprised inside

In J City, where supplies are scarce, because of the huge consumption of the previous war, the value of medical supplies such as purple potions, band-aids, and antibiotics is now comparable to gold.

And Mrs. Leng used it on her?

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